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Hypotheticaly speaking, if a friend calls from a funeral and wants to have phone sex to feel better what do you do? When is phone sex inappropriate as a friendly consolation tactic?



Okay I heard an old lady say that in every relationship one person loves athe other more, whether it's a little or a lot it's rarely exactly equal. She said you should always be with someone who loves you more than you love them. I'm not sure if I agree. I'm tryin to figure it out.

Is it better to be happy being the one who loves more and gets a little less, or be the one who's content in knowing someone else loves them so much?

You know I used to think I was gay. I really wanted to be too. I buzzed my hair and wore cowboy shirts with checkers on them and combat boots...but I always got it wrong. I still had porn star eyebrows and wore lip gloss, the tailored cowboy shirts just drew attention to my boobs, and the boots had female symbols that I drew on with pink glitter nail polish. And no matter what I did I couldn't shake the girly swing in my hips when I walked.
The sex with girls part was easy....it was the no sex with boys part that kinda threw me off....
"I like my beer cold and my homosexuals FLAMING." Homer Simpson

I HATE when people refer to cellulite as cottage cheese because I like cottage cheese .

Why's it so wrong to judge people. I think everyone needs to be judged a little bit more. There's not enough pressure on people to act right because everyones afraid to maybe offend someone. Except no ones afraid to offend me So I openly and readily pass judgement on people constantly. So do you, you just might not admit it. I don't judge myself though. I'm not sure why.


Today's my (biological) brother's birthday dinner party. I don't like him. But I love him very much. Everything that's wrong with me as a person stems from something having to do with him. It's amazing how one persons opinon and actions can influence SO GREATLY another persons existence. If he loved me I'd probably not be so afraid of men and their opinon of me. And that makes me angry. But if he loved me I might not have been able to be so comfortable and accepting of being only with myself.
Everything for a reason :o)


I listen. And I don't talk much because when I do have something to say, I always get cut off or interupted. I don't mind much in life but I mind that. But I'd rather someone interupt me and cut off my answers or stories so they can tell there own rather than me talk talk talk and them sitting there not caring about what I'm saying. So I've become a really good listener because I actually care. And maybe someday that whole karma/what goes around comes around thing will happen and someone will want to listen to me. I'm super patient. I don't mind waiting :o) You know what? Maybe that's why my journals are always so long and drug out... That's weird :o)

I totally just moved and my back cracked like dominos from top to bottom. Noice.