I really do not feel that there is something wrong with m vagina today. It is so annoying. It is beyond horniness. It’s actually throbbing like a hungry belly and I’m totally frustrated because my list of potential lovers are very high maintenance and if I see them today, they will want to see me [...]
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Another Horny Ass Day / Invisible Dick
Posted in Funny, Humor, I'm a creep, Lovers, Sexual/Sensual, lust, sex on June 19, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Insecure
Posted in I'm a creep, Rant, anarchist babies, being sick on February 2, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Alright, seriously Karen can you help me out here. Just tell me the truth I can handle it. Am I mean? Keep in mind that you are one of my best friends and I love you (and you know I admire you for your strength and faith). Seriously, am I cold? Am I insensitive? Remember [...]
Feminist Men / Girls You Bring Home to Mama
Posted in Funny, Hipster, Humor, I'm a creep, anarchist babies on October 16, 2006 | 1 Comment »
There are few differences between men who are “feminists” and men who “aren’t anti-feminist.”
Feminist Men VS “I’m not anti-feminist” Men:
1. “I’m not…” Men have to be asked or prodded to perform oral sex.
-Feminist men go right for it, no questions asked, doesn’t matter if you’ve just stepped out of the shower or right out [...]
The Truth, The whole truth and nothing but the truth
Posted in Blogroll, I'm a creep, Journal, Writing, week of truth on August 14, 2006 | 2 Comments »
The Truth: The only reason why I was posting so much, writing so much, was because I didn’t have any internet access on my laptop or any radio or a television. We’re still living outta boxes. We= me and my old wrinkly mate. He’s not really wrinkly but he’s getting a lot more salt than [...]
My affinity for mashed potatoes
Posted in Funny, Humor, I'm a creep, Rant, Writing, anarchist babies on August 13, 2006 | 1 Comment »
I still have a problem spelling potatoes. I always want to add an “e” to the singular. Trying to summon one of my earlier memories of mashed potatoes, before my brain had developed enough for me to form words, is harder than I thought it would be. It isn’t easy being so specific. I [...]