hug from behind - you like to feel what the other
person is feeling and see things how they see
them. you tend to be serious and emotional.
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Monday, February 16, 2004
corny stuff
hug from behind - you like to feel what the other
person is feeling and see things how they see
them. you tend to be serious and emotional.
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Sunday, February 15, 2004
More old drivel
Words
spoken harshly, can cut like a knife, sear like the flame, and crush like an avalanche of stone. The empty ache caused can hurt for an eternity. The bitter pain can be unbearable. The endless lonely days and nights can cause those words to echo in the hollowness of your heart and mind.
Then, someone comes along with a few words of tenderness, hope, support. The hollowness if filled up like sunshine filling a dark cavern. Those words can give you a new reason to fight your battles and go on with life. A few words of inspiration can lift the spirits like a breeze blowing through the leaves.
It is my belief that words - though spoken in haste or carefully thought out - should not be spoken before the consequences are reviewed.
After all, what good are words of support or consolation if they are not really meant.
(circa 1989)
Talk
I remember when I called you,
Just wanting to talk.
You came right over.
Was talking all you wanted
Or was something else on your mind?
Sometime in the next few hours
My need to talk turned
Into a need for something else,
And then there was no need to talk.
But, now I want to talk again
And I don't have the nerve to call you
because I don't know if you'll come this time.
Do you want to talk?
(circa 1987)
Crying in the Night
I lay in bed at night
Crying myself to sleep
Knowing it isn't right.
I never knew my feelings for you
Could ever run so deep.
All those nights we spent together
In each others arms.
I thought that I could trust you,
That you would do me nor harm.
But there were others, too.
And I soon realized
That I could not keep you
All to myself.
But, that doesn't keep me from dreaming,
Crying in the night.
And now in my daily plight
I hope to have you
And have you without a fight.
Soon there will be no pain,
No crying in the night.
(circa 1985 or 6)
God, I was stupid. I don't guess much has changed.
spoken harshly, can cut like a knife, sear like the flame, and crush like an avalanche of stone. The empty ache caused can hurt for an eternity. The bitter pain can be unbearable. The endless lonely days and nights can cause those words to echo in the hollowness of your heart and mind.
Then, someone comes along with a few words of tenderness, hope, support. The hollowness if filled up like sunshine filling a dark cavern. Those words can give you a new reason to fight your battles and go on with life. A few words of inspiration can lift the spirits like a breeze blowing through the leaves.
It is my belief that words - though spoken in haste or carefully thought out - should not be spoken before the consequences are reviewed.
After all, what good are words of support or consolation if they are not really meant.
(circa 1989)
Talk
I remember when I called you,
Just wanting to talk.
You came right over.
Was talking all you wanted
Or was something else on your mind?
Sometime in the next few hours
My need to talk turned
Into a need for something else,
And then there was no need to talk.
But, now I want to talk again
And I don't have the nerve to call you
because I don't know if you'll come this time.
Do you want to talk?
(circa 1987)
Crying in the Night
I lay in bed at night
Crying myself to sleep
Knowing it isn't right.
I never knew my feelings for you
Could ever run so deep.
All those nights we spent together
In each others arms.
I thought that I could trust you,
That you would do me nor harm.
But there were others, too.
And I soon realized
That I could not keep you
All to myself.
But, that doesn't keep me from dreaming,
Crying in the night.
And now in my daily plight
I hope to have you
And have you without a fight.
Soon there will be no pain,
No crying in the night.
(circa 1985 or 6)
God, I was stupid. I don't guess much has changed.
Good advice
Holy Mother of God, this shit is funny. I am still laughing.
Sure, she’s good-lookin’. She’s also crazy. Crazy as a shithouse rat. Run for your life.
This should be my new tagline. hahahaha
Sure, she’s good-lookin’. She’s also crazy. Crazy as a shithouse rat. Run for your life.
This should be my new tagline. hahahaha
You're So Yesterday - Marvelous 3
I guess I met the devil, but I sure didn't know no better
You were kool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare, on the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "look at yourself"
I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase
But now you're all screwed up
(chorus)
You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs go down the drain
Your sister called me yesterday to tell me I was a loser
At least I haven't lost my mind, and at least I'm not a boozer
As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on "how to give dirtly looks"
Everytime I should be put in my place
Now you're all screwed up
(chorus)
I guess I met the devil, but I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
(chorus)
You were kool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare, on the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "look at yourself"
I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase
But now you're all screwed up
(chorus)
You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs go down the drain
Your sister called me yesterday to tell me I was a loser
At least I haven't lost my mind, and at least I'm not a boozer
As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on "how to give dirtly looks"
Everytime I should be put in my place
Now you're all screwed up
(chorus)
I guess I met the devil, but I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
(chorus)
Swing, swing
Days swiftly come and go.
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone.
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall.
Did you think that I would cry,
on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like,
being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again.
Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She knows I was wrong
The notes are old,
They bend, they fold
and so do I to a new love.
Bury me
(you thought your problems were gone)
Carry me
(away. away, away...)
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone.
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall.
Did you think that I would cry,
on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like,
being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again.
Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She knows I was wrong
The notes are old,
They bend, they fold
and so do I to a new love.
Bury me
(you thought your problems were gone)
Carry me
(away. away, away...)
Friday, February 13, 2004
Friday Five
1. Are you superstitious?
Yes.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
Stopping and turning around and driving miles out of the way to avoid crossing the black cat's path, locking oneself in the house and not going anywhere at all on Friday the 13th.
3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?
Ahh.. I like them all.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
Yes, to a certain extent. I don't really believe in the whole number/article/ritual thing though.
It's more being in the right time at the right place and things like that.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Yes, I do, again to an extent. I believe the pull of the tide and the moon etc do have certain effects on our bodies. Of course, I get looked at like I am a raving maniac when I say that, or told that I am going to hell.
Yes.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
Stopping and turning around and driving miles out of the way to avoid crossing the black cat's path, locking oneself in the house and not going anywhere at all on Friday the 13th.
3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?
Ahh.. I like them all.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
Yes, to a certain extent. I don't really believe in the whole number/article/ritual thing though.
It's more being in the right time at the right place and things like that.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Yes, I do, again to an extent. I believe the pull of the tide and the moon etc do have certain effects on our bodies. Of course, I get looked at like I am a raving maniac when I say that, or told that I am going to hell.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
SERENITY NOW!!!!
Today has been another one of those days. We got the dryer to working yesterday. I am quite pleased with it. The washing machine is from hell and I am having Satan's minions come and get it in the morning as I am quite tired of dealing with it. The "repair man" (and I use the term loosely) has been here three different times, and the washer still leaks. So, I will get another one and keep my fingers crossed that it works properly. Actually, I am going to see if I can get my Mamaw's old washing machine from back home here and see if it works and if not what needs to be done to get it that way. It would be cheaper than buying another one and it worked fine when it was put into storage. It's just the logistics of moving it 60someodd miles. Hopefully, worth it in the long run and not moved that far just to go into the junk heap. Think positive! I sometimes have a problem doing that. Inherent pessimism and all that. There is a saying that I try to keep in mind. "I was sad because I had no shoes until I saw a man who had no feet." Generally, there is always someone who is in a worse situation than you are. I learned a long time ago not to ask what else could go wrong. And, it could always be worse. It has been worse. Not THE worst, but I've had some pretty bad times. But, all one can do it live through them and hopefully learn and become stronger for them. Still, they can get you down when you don't ever have a break from them. When one thing after another happens, and many things at once are happening. I'm gonna whine about it again. I need a vacation. I guess we could all use one though. I am in a better mood than I was the other day. Like I said, when I am in a pissy mood, EVERYTHING pisses me off. Even stuff I am generally not going to get pissed about. I have learned to have compassion. To always give the benefit of the doubt. But, I am also an inherent worrier. No matter who it is. If someone doesn't call, I fear the worst. In a barditch somewhere, etc. It's usually not the case, but it has been known to be. So, there's that and the whole being considerate thing. Anyways... I ramble on.
Someone just mentioned V-day. I think I'll kick him.
Someone just mentioned V-day. I think I'll kick him.
Monday, February 09, 2004
Lost cause
Well. Okay. I have lost my mind. I was over at dooce just now checking out the goings on and pictures and now I am sitting here crying (it was the bottom picture that did it). I know, I know. I have 3 kids that drive me crazy. And I love each and every one of them. And no, I really don't want more. Well, I do in a way. It saddens me that I don't have that choice any more. That I won't ever be able to go through the whole process the way it should be done, with a loving partner and father there. That I won't ever experience the wonders of a new baby again. That I will miss out on some great guys because they haven't experienced that and can't with me so they will do it with someone else. I debated long and hard about having a hysterectomy. And I know it was the thing to do, but still... I have my moments.
stalking me, stalking you
Have you ever noticed how some songs have very stalker-like leanings?
My playlist at this moment:
Feel - Robbie Williams
What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris
Come To My Window - Melissa Etheridge
Call Me - Blondie
Hold On - Good Charlotte
My playlist at this moment:
Feel - Robbie Williams
What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris
Come To My Window - Melissa Etheridge
Call Me - Blondie
Hold On - Good Charlotte
That's gonna leave a mark
I'm a clumsy bitch. Always have been. Years ago, one of my cousins nicknamed me "Tommy Girl" one day after the 574,899th time I marked myself in some bizarre incident. That day it was opening the door to my Grand Cherokee and proceeding to bloody my nose and black both my eyes in the process. I can't tell you how many times I've been wounded by car doors. Fingers slammed in them, legs slammed in them, hands rolled up in windows, hair rolled up in windows, jabbing myself on the top corner (you know the one, the wicked sharp pointy part), smacking myself in the face/head/body with them, breaking a finger hanging a ring on them. You name it. And that's just car doors, all the other assorted injuries due to other inanimate objects would take many more posts. Today my cousin and I had to go to Walmart and get some washer/dryer crap. I jumped out of the pickup and some of his assorted floorboard ornamentation fell out. I leaned down to pick it up and on rising up tried to remove my nose with my glasses by slamming them into the rearview mirror. Yeah, it left a mark.
And I'm pissed at Cupid too
Does anyone not remember that I think February sucks? There's a reason for that. I hate Valentine's Day. Why? I guess because of the whole symbolism thing and all it represents. Because I'm always left out of that. I have never had a date for Valentine's Day, no romantic gifts, no flowers, no candy, no jack shit. NEVER. Hell, I am 32 years old and I've never had a proper "date" much less a proper Valentine's Day. So, yeah, I'm a little disenchanted with Valentine's day and all of that. If I hear any more about it I may commence another massacre.
Caution: Rant Ahead
I've been on the verge of getting my mad on for a while now. Well, no longer. I am in a hella bad mood. I'm tired. I don't feel the greatest. I'm broke. There are people who suck. I am sexually frustrated. You name it. I'm sick of things not going the way they are supposed to. I am sick of people not doing the things they are supposed to. The next governmental road block I come across, I am probably going to blow up the goddamn building. Or assassinate Gee Dubya. (yeah, now the feebs and all those other governmental pantywaists will probably be watching me, fuck 'em)
After driving all over hell and half of Texas Friday and finally finding a reasonably priced washer and dryer (and of course not at the same place) I couldn't get the sonofabitches home. Well, they are home now. And the fucking washing machine doesn't work. So, now I have to see if the guy who sold it to me is going to stand behind his guarantee that it worked or if I am going to have to go and yank his asshole over his head. Does the dryer work? I don't have a clue. The plug-in is the wrong fucking kind and the maintenance man is out until God knows when.
I had an appointment this morning at yet another agency (yes, governmental agency, the fuckers) and after sitting there waiting for over an hour (with a cranky 2 year old) I was finally able to provide them with all 97 pages of the information they required. So, of course, I am expecting to hear back from them with an approval. Is that what they called me with this afternoon? Fucking hell no. I now have to go BACK and apply with the other stupid fucking State agency that denied me in the first place and then take the denial back to THEM before they will approve me. As if the first denial wasn't enough? No, now I have to repeat the entire fucking process, and WAIT for God only knows how many more months before I can get the help I need to go to the Dr. to find out about the goddamned abdominal mass I have. That's lovely. Thanks, y'all. I hope it's not fucking cancer and y'all are just dicking me around and letting it overtake my body before you help me so then you won't have to pay out as much because I'll be DEAD.
Some days I wonder if that isn't better. (Oh, y'all didn't know I have had my lovely psychotic breaks and flirtations with suicide? yeah) At least that way my kids would have money for the things they need. If their fucking sperm donors would step up and be real men I wouldn't have to worry about that. That's what I get for messing with not-real men. And still I'm too fucking nice and don't nail their asses to the wall. Why is that? Well, I don't know, but I tell you, my ex-husband just used his last get out of shit free card. He has a brandgoddamned new truck and I get shit for child support and he couldn't help me get my washer and dryer home. And we won't even get off on the subject of Brad. Useless fucker. He should have to have a mandatory frontal lobotomy. Yeah, I'm just gonna touch on all the things that piss me off. Why not? It's my fucking rant. (and yeah I'm gonna use that word alot, if you don't like it, don't read it) Fucking men piss me the hell off. They really do. That was one major reason for the whole celibacy thing. But I blew that one all to hell, didn't I? Not that I regret it for one second. I'm just pissed off right now so everything is fair game. Those who know me know that I may rant and rave and throw things but don't take it personally, eh? Well, sometimes it's personal. If I'm spouting off at the mouth it's a pretty fair indication that it's not too personal. It's when I don't talk that you should wonder. I'm kind of passive-aggressive that way. And when I'm mad everything pisses me off. (You know the other night when you asked if I was mad? And I said irritated maybe, but not mad? Well, the next time I'll be mad. It's happened four times. I can excuse a few, but when it becomes a habit it pisses me off. Oh, who am I kidding... I wouldn't be pissed with you. Hurt and irritated maybe. I hate waiting for someone who isn't going to show up. It makes me feel like I don't matter enough to a) show up b) call and say you aren't going to show up. And why am I saying this here? Sorry, got carried away.) Now I've lost track of where I was. Oh yeah. Everything pisses me off. I seriously need a break. I've dealt with this shit for far too long and haven't had any real time for just me, no kids around. And it's beginning to show. But, there's that whole no money, nowhere to go thing. It's a circle jerk. So, while a weekend away would be nice I don't guess I'll be getting a break anytime soon. Maybe some dirty, nasty, hot, sweaty, pisstheneighborsoff, rough sex? Can I get that? Because I'd take that, too.
After driving all over hell and half of Texas Friday and finally finding a reasonably priced washer and dryer (and of course not at the same place) I couldn't get the sonofabitches home. Well, they are home now. And the fucking washing machine doesn't work. So, now I have to see if the guy who sold it to me is going to stand behind his guarantee that it worked or if I am going to have to go and yank his asshole over his head. Does the dryer work? I don't have a clue. The plug-in is the wrong fucking kind and the maintenance man is out until God knows when.
I had an appointment this morning at yet another agency (yes, governmental agency, the fuckers) and after sitting there waiting for over an hour (with a cranky 2 year old) I was finally able to provide them with all 97 pages of the information they required. So, of course, I am expecting to hear back from them with an approval. Is that what they called me with this afternoon? Fucking hell no. I now have to go BACK and apply with the other stupid fucking State agency that denied me in the first place and then take the denial back to THEM before they will approve me. As if the first denial wasn't enough? No, now I have to repeat the entire fucking process, and WAIT for God only knows how many more months before I can get the help I need to go to the Dr. to find out about the goddamned abdominal mass I have. That's lovely. Thanks, y'all. I hope it's not fucking cancer and y'all are just dicking me around and letting it overtake my body before you help me so then you won't have to pay out as much because I'll be DEAD.
Some days I wonder if that isn't better. (Oh, y'all didn't know I have had my lovely psychotic breaks and flirtations with suicide? yeah) At least that way my kids would have money for the things they need. If their fucking sperm donors would step up and be real men I wouldn't have to worry about that. That's what I get for messing with not-real men. And still I'm too fucking nice and don't nail their asses to the wall. Why is that? Well, I don't know, but I tell you, my ex-husband just used his last get out of shit free card. He has a brandgoddamned new truck and I get shit for child support and he couldn't help me get my washer and dryer home. And we won't even get off on the subject of Brad. Useless fucker. He should have to have a mandatory frontal lobotomy. Yeah, I'm just gonna touch on all the things that piss me off. Why not? It's my fucking rant. (and yeah I'm gonna use that word alot, if you don't like it, don't read it) Fucking men piss me the hell off. They really do. That was one major reason for the whole celibacy thing. But I blew that one all to hell, didn't I? Not that I regret it for one second. I'm just pissed off right now so everything is fair game. Those who know me know that I may rant and rave and throw things but don't take it personally, eh? Well, sometimes it's personal. If I'm spouting off at the mouth it's a pretty fair indication that it's not too personal. It's when I don't talk that you should wonder. I'm kind of passive-aggressive that way. And when I'm mad everything pisses me off. (You know the other night when you asked if I was mad? And I said irritated maybe, but not mad? Well, the next time I'll be mad. It's happened four times. I can excuse a few, but when it becomes a habit it pisses me off. Oh, who am I kidding... I wouldn't be pissed with you. Hurt and irritated maybe. I hate waiting for someone who isn't going to show up. It makes me feel like I don't matter enough to a) show up b) call and say you aren't going to show up. And why am I saying this here? Sorry, got carried away.) Now I've lost track of where I was. Oh yeah. Everything pisses me off. I seriously need a break. I've dealt with this shit for far too long and haven't had any real time for just me, no kids around. And it's beginning to show. But, there's that whole no money, nowhere to go thing. It's a circle jerk. So, while a weekend away would be nice I don't guess I'll be getting a break anytime soon. Maybe some dirty, nasty, hot, sweaty, pisstheneighborsoff, rough sex? Can I get that? Because I'd take that, too.
Saturday, February 07, 2004
One step closer...
to not singing the Wash Woman Blues. I bought a washer and dryer today. Now... I just have to figure out how I am going to get them home short of strapping them to my back and carrying them.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Friday Five (yeah it's late, bite me)
1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?
I guess that depends on your definition of daring. Public nudity, sex in public, meeting people off of the internet, getting stoned in Six Flags countless things.
2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?
I think I've pretty much done all of it. Tattoos, the above listed stuff, piercing my eyebrow. I can't think of much left that they wouldn't approve of that I haven't tried.
3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle)
In the past... 10. Now? Probably 2 or 3.
4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky?
Seeing New Orleans for the first time in the early morning rain. Meeting a truly awesome person.
5. ... and what's the worst?
I can't think of any worsts. I have escaped my adventures unscathed for the most part. I try not to live my life regretting things that I have done.
I guess that depends on your definition of daring. Public nudity, sex in public, meeting people off of the internet, getting stoned in Six Flags countless things.
2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?
I think I've pretty much done all of it. Tattoos, the above listed stuff, piercing my eyebrow. I can't think of much left that they wouldn't approve of that I haven't tried.
3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle)
In the past... 10. Now? Probably 2 or 3.
4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky?
Seeing New Orleans for the first time in the early morning rain. Meeting a truly awesome person.
5. ... and what's the worst?
I can't think of any worsts. I have escaped my adventures unscathed for the most part. I try not to live my life regretting things that I have done.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
a frayed knot
You know the saying... when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on? Mine looks suspiciously like a noose.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
Super Blow
Well, the Pats pulled it off in the last minute (literally). And they weren't the only one pulling it off. What the HAYULL was up with the Janet and Justin halftime show antics?!? Oh my Gawd! The whole halftime thing has got to where it sucks so bad it's not even worth watching. I guess they think that "surprises" like that will keep everyone interested. Forget about the lip-synching and half-hearted performances. And Beyonce really needs to stick to what she does best. The national anthem it is not. Aerosmith was great, as usual. And Josh Groban... my oh my that boy can SING! His was the best performance bar none. Well, other than Tom Brady's. The commercials weren't all they usually are either. The AOL/Orange County choppers one did crack me up. And the Bud Light dog trick one. And I liked the Pepsi one, but why not just let people download the songs, why must they buy Pepsi to get them? Oh yeah... marketing. Too bad Pepsi sucks. I'll stick with WinMX. But, the main purpose of it all was the game, and it was an excellent one. The Panthers did an awesome job and I thought they might have it there for a minute, but the Pats and their experience persevered.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Friday Five
You have just won one million dollars:
1. Who do you call first?
My Mom and my Dad.
2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself?
A Cadillac ESV
3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else?
A Tahoe for my Mom.
4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?
Yes, to family. Actually it wouldn't be so much giving it to them as buying them things.
5. Do you invest any? If so, how?
Yes, I would invest most of it. How I don't know, I would have to either research the best possible way to do that or hire an investment manager.
1. Who do you call first?
My Mom and my Dad.
2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself?
A Cadillac ESV
3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else?
A Tahoe for my Mom.
4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?
Yes, to family. Actually it wouldn't be so much giving it to them as buying them things.
5. Do you invest any? If so, how?
Yes, I would invest most of it. How I don't know, I would have to either research the best possible way to do that or hire an investment manager.
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Needful things
I have expensive tastes. Here lately I haven't been able to support those habits as in the past. Now, I just settle for adding things I want to my gigantor list. I was in Dillard's the other day buyin some pantays and of course I had to go by the perfume counter. Bad idea. I have been out of perfume for a long time now, and since I only like the expensive ones and would rather go without than wear anything cheap, I have been without for far too long. The new Cacharel Amor Amor caught my eye and my nose first. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw the familiar Boss logo. Me love Boss long time. So, I knew I'd like it without smelling it, but I had to anyway. Oh My Gawd. It's called Boss Intense and it smells like ... well, let's just say I got all turned on there in the big middle of Dillard's. I must have.
Not Atkins-friendly
Like me, Joelle is a little tired of the whole Atkins, low-carb business. She put it much better. I am still laughing my arse off.
As beautiful as she is, I'd dig him up for her. Yes, I have a crush.
As beautiful as she is, I'd dig him up for her. Yes, I have a crush.
Cold Weather Conversations
trapshootinguytx: my nuts were frozen..i walked all over campus
trapshootinguytx: in like 25 degrees..with a wind chill of 12 and wind like a muther
b0rderline_fo0l: well uh cover em up next time
trapshootinguytx: i did, i had jeans
trapshootinguytx: and boxers
trapshootinguytx: i would keep a hand in my pants if i could, might look funny
b0rderline_fo0l: well if they were frozen obviously you need more
b0rderline_fo0l: long coat? crotch scarf? put a sock on it?
trapshootinguytx: crotch scarf?
b0rderline_fo0l: yes, haven't you heard of those?
trapshootinguytx: no i havent
trapshootinguytx: can u locate one for me?
b0rderline_fo0l: i can have my mom make you one
trapshootinguytx: does it cover the nuts too? lol
trapshootinguytx: does she need measurements?
trapshootinguytx: lol
b0rderline_fo0l: that would be the crotch, yes
trapshootinguytx: ok, goood
b0rderline_fo0l: no, they are pretty much one size fits all
trapshootinguytx: ok, does she make these a lot?
b0rderline_fo0l: she will now
trapshootinguytx: lol
trapshootinguytx: call her now
b0rderline_fo0l: it's gonna be a revolution
trapshootinguytx: lol
b0rderline_fo0l: ok, what color would you like?
trapshootinguytx: hmm
trapshootinguytx: green
b0rderline_fo0l: ok, i'm on it
trapshootinguytx: in like 25 degrees..with a wind chill of 12 and wind like a muther
b0rderline_fo0l: well uh cover em up next time
trapshootinguytx: i did, i had jeans
trapshootinguytx: and boxers
trapshootinguytx: i would keep a hand in my pants if i could, might look funny
b0rderline_fo0l: well if they were frozen obviously you need more
b0rderline_fo0l: long coat? crotch scarf? put a sock on it?
trapshootinguytx: crotch scarf?
b0rderline_fo0l: yes, haven't you heard of those?
trapshootinguytx: no i havent
trapshootinguytx: can u locate one for me?
b0rderline_fo0l: i can have my mom make you one
trapshootinguytx: does it cover the nuts too? lol
trapshootinguytx: does she need measurements?
trapshootinguytx: lol
b0rderline_fo0l: that would be the crotch, yes
trapshootinguytx: ok, goood
b0rderline_fo0l: no, they are pretty much one size fits all
trapshootinguytx: ok, does she make these a lot?
b0rderline_fo0l: she will now
trapshootinguytx: lol
trapshootinguytx: call her now
b0rderline_fo0l: it's gonna be a revolution
trapshootinguytx: lol
b0rderline_fo0l: ok, what color would you like?
trapshootinguytx: hmm
trapshootinguytx: green
b0rderline_fo0l: ok, i'm on it
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