Ok, Big Brother starts in an hour and a half woo-hoo. I sooo can't wait for Survivor to start again. I'm not one for much TV, but come to think of it I have always been attracted to "reality", whether it was 20/20 with the gorgeous Barbara Walers, Dateline, or the programs on PBS. Informative or educational, it's still reality.
I LOVE reality TV. Everyone needs to stop knocking it, or they shall face my wrath.
Know what else I love? My girlfriend. We are going to try and work things out (again, lol). There's so much shit we have to talk through, but I'm willing. I know I said it was the end, and I tried to convince myself I thought it was the end, but even though I try and pretend I have willpower, I'm a soft tub of butter. Shit, just look at my thighs. (mental note: dust off treadmill)
When it comes down to it, I'd rather regret something I did instead of something I didn't do. At least this way I know for sure. I'm not the type to sit and rot in my own self pity thinking "what if". It's much more fun rotting in your own stupidity knowing "well shit, at least I know now". And hopefuly you'll have a good story to tell.
I just love, love, love her so much. She's exactly my type, a punky big hazel-blue eyed blonde with tatoos. Shes just my height, and we have identical birthmarks and boobs. Plus shes so kinky too really kinky, like the rest of society thinks we're pererts kinky. And yes, we are.
And of course she's funny, and entertaining, and witty and yeah yeah yeah, whatever, but the point is she's kinky and hot.
Really... there's so much I love about her, just little things, too much to mention.
And my bird just shitted on my carpet, so now this must end.
I LOVE reality TV. Everyone needs to stop knocking it, or they shall face my wrath.
Know what else I love? My girlfriend. We are going to try and work things out (again, lol). There's so much shit we have to talk through, but I'm willing. I know I said it was the end, and I tried to convince myself I thought it was the end, but even though I try and pretend I have willpower, I'm a soft tub of butter. Shit, just look at my thighs. (mental note: dust off treadmill)
When it comes down to it, I'd rather regret something I did instead of something I didn't do. At least this way I know for sure. I'm not the type to sit and rot in my own self pity thinking "what if". It's much more fun rotting in your own stupidity knowing "well shit, at least I know now". And hopefuly you'll have a good story to tell.
I just love, love, love her so much. She's exactly my type, a punky big hazel-blue eyed blonde with tatoos. Shes just my height, and we have identical birthmarks and boobs. Plus shes so kinky too really kinky, like the rest of society thinks we're pererts kinky. And yes, we are.
And of course she's funny, and entertaining, and witty and yeah yeah yeah, whatever, but the point is she's kinky and hot.
Really... there's so much I love about her, just little things, too much to mention.
And my bird just shitted on my carpet, so now this must end.
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80s party in Phoenix tomorrow....
UPCOMING EVENT: 80's partay.
WHEN: Saturday Aug 28 @ 7:30 pm
WHERE: Mi casa.
Im throwing a little 80's shindig at my house at the end of this month, and you all are invited.
Please dress up. We wont turn you away if you dont, but its more fun if yah do.
We'll have kegs, a pool table, 80's musak all night long, 80's flicks on the tube, etc.
Driving drunk sucks, so anyone who needs a place to crash for the night is more than welcome to stay.
Contact me if you need more information.
WATCHED BY: Fedona, Fucking_Hostile, rosey, sailormae, temperachel, WithSoberEyes, _Minx
My nickname is Oggie. If you stop by, ask any partygoer there to find me for you and ill direct you to other SG members.
5338 West Wolf Street,
Phoenix, Arizona 85031