I missed all you crazy ass xangans tonight

Now what did I miss???

Lolz.

We went to the Shout House, SO much fun =] I would have thought it was more fun, had I been able to get drunk, haha!

It was a place with 2 pianos, and guys who play and sing and take requests. It was fun and loud. They sang the song from The Little Mermaid, "look at this stuff/isn't it it neat/wouldn't you think/my collection's complete/wouldn't you think I'm the girl/the girl who has everything" Bwahahaha.

They also played the Wisconsin Badgers song, BOOOOOOO (that was for you, godfatherofgreenbay ) Then they played the Minnesota Gopher's song, then God Bless America, which was cute. Everyone sings along, and every once in a while, the piano players would stop playing and singing, and the bar would pick up the words. I would totally go there again.

This is what I looked like tonight:

I got literally 7 invitations from people to do things this weekend. I'm still deciding on a couple of things for tomorrow, we'll see what happens.

I'm headed to a baby shower shortly, and tonight I'm going out downtown Minneapolis with some people. Tomorrow I may or may not head to Rochester, I don't know yet.

I CAN FINALLY WEAR MAKEUP TODAY!!!! A week after getting Lasik, I can wear makeup for the first time today. Whoot whoot! I wonder if I'll meet someone downtown.... you never know =]

Since I won't be around, you kids have fun and stay out of trouble.... I'm going to miss you! *kisses*

Our neighbors just put some kind of music on. VERY LOUDLY.

I told my dad to ring her doorbell and punch her in the face.

There is NO WAY that you don't know it's TOO FUCKING LOUD.

Cunt.

So he's turning on some loud music. I should have bought him a sub for the sound system for his birthday.

They were angry. They had been arguing. About what they didn't remember. The name calling and throwing of random objects was all that mattered. He grabbed her hair and spun her around. Her long hair was wrapped around his fist and he tilted her face to his. Both of their eyes were blazing with fury as they fought to breathe.

He kissed her.

It was rough and demanding. It was dominating. Thorough. Heat from the argument spilled onto them as his tongue invaded her mouth. She bit his lip and he pushed her hard against the wall. She punched him in the gut, but he could barely feel it. She bit his lip again, drawing blood. He broke the kiss and slapped her face. She grabbed his face with her hands and gave him a dominating kiss of her own, sparing nothing. She poured her wrath into that kiss.

He ripped the dress from her body and she punched him again. She ripped his shirt off and he slapped her ass. She growled and bit his exposed neck. His fingers dug into her sides as her fingernails dug into his back. The argument was forgotten, only these angry moments of fighting for domination. He unhooked her bra and she loosened his belt, pulled down his slacks. Their movements were fast and furious, throwing the torn clothes around the room.

He snatched her arms and held them tightly in his hands over her head. His body slammed into hers, thrusting her once again against the wall. His penis was hard against her as he kissed her with more demand for her submission than before. She was finally helpless, succumbing to his dictations. She knew she had lost, and gave up.

Not satisfied, he shoved her onto her hands and knees. He ripped her panties away and again grabbed her hair. He yanked it back until she cried out. He bent down and bit her shoulder and she screamed, sobbing for him. He entered her and found she was wet. His thrusting was fast and hard, only the sound of skin on skin, their breath, her pleas for release.

His free hand smacked her ass until it was bright red, and still he didn't stop. She begged for freedom, and he did not give it. Her hands dug at the carpet to no avail. He finally came inside her as the orgasm tore through both of them. They shuddered violently, and were still. They collapsed on the floor, a heap of deep breath, broken skin, and wounds. Finally tender, they surveyed each others battle scars they had given. He reached tenderly to her face, and gently stroked her cheek. She leaned toward him, and softly gave him her tongue in a final submission.

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Anyway, men and women, if you're interested, leave a comment!

How could you possibly say no to this face?!

A while back, a whole load of people jumped on this wagon, and I never did.

So, Xanga, ask me anything, and I will answer. Personal questions such as my phone number and address will not be answered, so don't bother asking.

What would you like to know about me?

Oh yeah, forgot to mention...I will post the answers in a separate post. If you ask a question, you will be tagged to see your answer =]

(My ass. Isn't it great? )

It’s a double-edged sword, that’s for sure.

I’m sick of being single. I want to be in a relationship. I want to find the someone for me, I want to settle down, I want to start a family. I’m getting restless, and I feel like nothing is ever going to happen. When am I going to start the rest of my life?

At the same time, I don’t approach anybody. I don’t put myself out there. I pretend like I have the confidence to do it, but I don’t. I’m afraid of judgment, of rejection. I’m terrified of getting my heart broken. I’m scared of opening myself up and letting someone know me in such a way. I’m afraid of being hurt. It all paralyzes me.

I wonder how many missed opportunities I’ve had. How many times I’ve had that chance and not taken it… that person could have been the one.

It’s a double-edged sword.

When will I start living the rest of my life?

I spend too much time on Xanga.

I am listening to music, tired. Bored. Don't feel like doing anything, really.

I'm such a bum :/

You remember the post I wrote the other day about the ex-boss writing me the note telling me to "have a lima bean sandwich"? And how I thought it was some weird form of flirting?

Well, last week one day, I think it was Wednesday or something like that, when he got into work, he grabbed the back of my chair and said, "How's it goin' sweetie?"

Umm.

WHAT?!

I was taking a drink of pop, so I put the bottle down and said, "I'm gooood." Drawing out the word. Ya know.

Okay, so Mike isn't that bad looking, but for one thing, he's way older than me. Also, he used to be my SUPERVISOR!! And for another thing, he's frickin WEIRD! He's always talking a million miles an hour and sniffling. We all think he does coke. Plus, he complains about shit that you don't even care about... I could go on and on about how much no one likes him.

Anyways, I told Katie what he called me, and she starts singing, "He wants your vagina. He wants your vagina." To which I replied, "STOP IT!!!"

Cody said, "He li-ikes yo-ou." Or something like that.

Tony said, "He wants you. SEXually."

So yesterday I was like, "Mike, can you get me a pair of safety glasses like those ones," and pointed to his face. They aren't clear, but they aren't tinted... they're mirrored.

He was all like, "Yeah! I have some on order! I can get you a pair!"

Ha.

So then I smiled, and sweetly said, "Thank you."

So this morning when I walked into work, I was TOTALLY expecting to see a pair of the safety glasses I wanted.

Nope.

Maybe he DOESN'T want my vagina, and maybe he doesn't want me SEXually, after all.

Thank God.

"But everyone else is doing it!"

I would fuck myself too.

Yeah?

I mean really, who DOESN'T wanna squeeze THESE tatas?!

Hahaha. Well, I would put some new pictures up, but I have no camera, and I have a red ring of bloodshotness on my eyeball at the moment from Lasik... NOT hawt at all.

But normally, I'm pretty hot. Well, I think so, at least