made sense.  Did'nt matter if I was 12, 17, 28 , 38..just means that I still must not understand.  It stil hurts.  No matter that you thought you would stand up and have integrity, or try to be forgiving, or travel the higher road (not speaking of ego, damn).  And will I ever be functional in a dysfunctional world or am I just dreaming?

there are those who would say, hey, retire.  But that's not the answer.  The answer lies in the messy jism of the stinky marmalade strewn across the carpet.

How sweet it is, yes, when it starts to make sense.

Sigh.

I vacillate between spilling my guts, and displaying what a wonderfully together vixen am I....hahahaha,as if exquisite vixens don't fall apart on a regular basis.

Or perhaps I shoudl stay off ter unless I have something to say like  'Hot and Horny Busty blonde can't handle life without choking on your cock...."  Heheheh.

WELL NOW, guess I could handle having some fun too.  As they say, "spread it around" don't fall in love...



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experiences we had as children that made us who we are today.

When we figure out why some things push our buttons, we can start working on not having them push our buttons any more, if we don't want them to.

I think i better drive you ladies.

Don't want you to suffer from one tee many martoonie syndrome and get in hot water with the local law

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you pretty lady, you. We just hung up the phone and I know you hurt. Tomorrow is another day. Be kind to yourself, not just tonight, but always. You are special, never forget that, and a very precious friend. Go to your "safe place", have that bubble bath and cuddle up with jpeg. I KNOW he will make it all better and go away.....maybe not completely, but at least he will help ease some of that hurt. Love you lots, feel better and I will call in the morning.
Celeste xxx

Nevermind...chastized for being human..............

and bleeding a little on the boards, never good for business you know.

Fuck me,
SM

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Sometimes you are just a spectator in your own life, with no control on it.

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thank you ladies.  Ijust find it hard to have fun without recrimination these days...

think it's time to do  strictly girl things w/o the dictates of boyfriends and jealousies...

Looking for girldates now.  Only going out on gay salsa nites...so no guys can't yell at me about dancing w another guy....all I wanted to do was dance.

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Yup, yip, yip!!!  Be the sweety that you are and you will live to tell about it to the next bunch of groupies .... thank you!!!

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A  bit of a loaded gun. Given right circumstance it all looks good.

Got a hobby out of the hobby? I would have gone into ballistics but can't now. But I can go to a shooting range. I have also been forbidden by family to ride motorcycles but that doesn't mean I can't paint them, or sit on someone else's when  they aren't looking. (Yes LA dude, I was the reason that motorcycle seat was warm, not the sun.) The only speeding ticket I have ever gotten was going well over xxx mph on a triumph daytona 550cc oh my...I just took the ticket and said thank you.

Maybe bocci or naked croquet? How about collecting lint? Recycling everything, that is a daily task. How about a vacation to nowhere? Pull the plug for a day. Snap a rubber band on your wrist every time you DON'T eat a slice of pepperoni pizza that day.

salsa dancing and that helps me space into a zone where I can feel better.  The Dude didn't want me out dancing, since he doesnt do the dance and didn't feel comfy with me dancing with other guys....SO i was contemplating gay nite at the salsa club, so hitched onto the idea of your invite....sweet on all sides so I thought.

End of that story...

Now taking it further...I can handle the fact that further complications can ensue and I don't hold you responsible for being genteel... I love you for the gesture, it felt absolutely wonderful and balming at the time...so no threats or recriminations here....  Big Kisses.  xoxo

cheers.

I'm still shaky, but the bunches of you helped me...I don't usually freak out like this...
xoxoxo

So call me "deaf," but what exactly is this thread about?

that helps us to understand ourselves better is a good thing.  

Worrying is not good, but thinking is good.  Self-understanding eventually leads to less of the unhelpful worrying.

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Felicia,

Life is also like a leaf falling from the trees, due to the individuality of each leaf, once it starts falling whereever it falls no one knows nor can predict what may happen once it starts falling, due to a gust of wind, nearby fluttering of birds, or by the warm air rising from the ground directing it to another patch on the ground.  

Mr. Gump said it right when he said, "Life is like a box of Chocolates, you never know what you are going to get."  That is of course, you choose the chocolates in the box, then again what fun would that be knowing what life has in store for you?

I hope this make sense to people reading this.

Neutrogena

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Felicia, meet Michelle, Michelle, meet Felicia. Caterpillar roll anyone?