Day One: 10 different things you want to say to 10 different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you'd never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
(day 9 is pics, would someone be able to find me pics and help me post them when ever I decide to write next?)
Although my turn-offs weren't sexual, these will be.
1. There is this perfume which I had smelled 3 times in my life. first time was at college when I was walking past the elevators to my dorm. second time was in canada 6 years later at a ballgame, and this year, a friend of my twin had this sent on (could have been 3 dif types but they smelled the same) and so I emailed her told her I loved the perfume she was wearing that day and asked her what it was. she told me... It is made by Christian Dior and is called j'adore. hello aphrodiciac!
2. Long hair. mmm I love running my hair through soft, silky hair. mmm
3. Trimmed to bald bikini line. more pleasure for both of us
I love this place but it seems like all my bloop buddies are leaving or are gone, replaced by FB. This makes me really sad. I love getting notes and reading-learning about people who eventually I become on line friends with and maybe someday, get to meet in person.
I dont get how FB can replace this? This is a diary where we can say anything we want and we can be any personality that we want to be and no one will think bad of us.
On FB, where we have siblings and other family members and maybe a sinificant other, you cant talk shit on fb. I wouldnt be able to ssay that my older brother and younger sister are selfish people. I wouldnt be able to post 99% of my poetry there. For one thing, my best friend would call me a fag and anything else which would question my mascalinity. Never mind my romantic-sexual poems.
At one time I had 12 bloop favs. I am down to like...5 who note from time to time and 2 who note regularary.
It just makes me sad.
"is this, the end. mama told me one day it was gonna happen but she never told me when.
She told me it would happen when I was much older I wish it would have happened then." (new edition, is this the end) |
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