And the first post! I've never been very good at blogs, so we'll see how this one works out. I always seem to write things that I don't realize are public, or I forget to write anything important since it is for people other than me. Let's see if we can't strike a happy medium, eh?
I'm currently sitting in my parent's, drinking stolen crap beer and waiting for it to kick in. I'm tired as fuck but I don't want to waste the slight buzz. I need to get more pictures up, something a little less enigmatic and artsy.
"So you're trying to get into a girl mood by looking at this site, right?"
"No, I'm looking at this site because I'm in a girl mood."
My boyfriend is sitting 100 miles away, seperated by the holidays from me after a week spent in a hotel room together. Unfortunately, I got laid once. And once ain't enough for a week - a far cry. But with a new antidepressant on his plate and an upcoming jaw surgery, I don't know that I can blame him for not shimmying my pants down whenever possible. Or ever often. Wouldn't it behove sex-crazed-me to date people who wanted to get it on just as often?
I'm anxious to meet people. Although it is doubly true that I am anxious to meet women. I can't imagine that I'll meet someone to see irl and trade clothes in a darkly lit room with, but a girl can hope. But moreover, since I don't do blogs like myspace or lj (or, at least, not since the end of high school), I suppose I just thought it would be nice to have a community - and better yet, a community that comes with tantalizing photos!
Drop me a line. But then, who in the hell is going to read this?
Until next time.
Yours undersexed and underexposed,
Mel
I'm currently sitting in my parent's, drinking stolen crap beer and waiting for it to kick in. I'm tired as fuck but I don't want to waste the slight buzz. I need to get more pictures up, something a little less enigmatic and artsy.
"So you're trying to get into a girl mood by looking at this site, right?"
"No, I'm looking at this site because I'm in a girl mood."
My boyfriend is sitting 100 miles away, seperated by the holidays from me after a week spent in a hotel room together. Unfortunately, I got laid once. And once ain't enough for a week - a far cry. But with a new antidepressant on his plate and an upcoming jaw surgery, I don't know that I can blame him for not shimmying my pants down whenever possible. Or ever often. Wouldn't it behove sex-crazed-me to date people who wanted to get it on just as often?
I'm anxious to meet people. Although it is doubly true that I am anxious to meet women. I can't imagine that I'll meet someone to see irl and trade clothes in a darkly lit room with, but a girl can hope. But moreover, since I don't do blogs like myspace or lj (or, at least, not since the end of high school), I suppose I just thought it would be nice to have a community - and better yet, a community that comes with tantalizing photos!
Drop me a line. But then, who in the hell is going to read this?
Until next time.
Yours undersexed and underexposed,
Mel
cactusgeeves:
I, for one, read this. Just so you know and all. Let me know if you write another and I just might read that one too.