morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Got Gong? Ya know, I was thinking the other day about my entry concerning returning to crapola-teenagehood, and I actually began ranting around the house about my shitty luck with men. This was significant because I was alone, and ranting to myself, which convinces me I need prosac, or maybe a lobotomy. So I figured that in keeping with my diary theme, which is bitchy ass hootchie, I should rant about it here. Since I was a small kid, I KNEW I wasn't much to look at. And I've had shitty luck with men. My own father committed suicide, how's that for shitty man-luck? Anyway, I've had a constant, neverending stream of negative reactions from men (if they even react to me AT ALL), since I was about 3. So, commence my rant on my latest issue, then add boredom....shaken, not stirred. I sent a picture to someone recently. Unbeknownst to Mojo, I know I'm horrible, but I would never cheat on anyone, so I'm not worried, I just got a little crush thing going on with someone from the net. Thank God they don't know it. I was all innocent about it, but I've seen a picture of him and HOLY SHITBALLS! That's all I'll say about it. So I sent one. And even though he hasn't even had a chance to give me feedback on my lack of looks, I regret sending it. That's right, I should not have sent that picture. Firstly, it's from 2 years ago and I was 15 pounds heavier in it, which makes me want to jam hot hibatchi skewers in my eyes for sending a fat pic of me. This guy could get any woman on the planet, and I send him a fat pic. I should be shot. Anyway, this is probably just a huge dumbassed thing to do anyway, and I'll most likely learn a valueable lesson about sending my pictures to men who could probably fuck a swimsuit model. Will I send him anymore? No. Unless he drools over me like a sick dog, I won't. And he won't, so there ya go. Speaking of that comment about never cheating on anyone, I can't lie. I thought about it once. Not on Mojo, but on my ex husband with his best friend. Neither of them has a clue that I ever wanted to, which is the funny part. Now that we're not married anymore, I wish I'd done it. Although, his best friend wouldn't have given me a second look either. I'd have gotten the gong! 7:18 a.m. - August 16, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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