<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:15:20.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Blogging Blog Blog...</title><subtitle type='html'>My random, yet intuitive thoughts on the crazy retartedness of the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-106262306942487271</id><published>2003-09-03T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T16:04:29.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its been a couple weeks, and it would be so much hassle to update thoroughly, but i am gonna start. I added my livejournal to the bottom of the page, so hopefully if this blog isnt updated aften enough the journal will be. I dropped out of college, and im hating it, my parents wont let me go now and don't know what they want from me but still managed to find a way to make that my fault. Ricky did tell me he loved me, even if it was two weeks late. It's still so mazing to hear it, after wanting it the way i did for so long. It makes me think I'm not as crazy or retarded or neurotic as i thought i was and i have enough substance to make someone want to fall in love with love me. My parents are still on my ass and i managed to get into a fight with them over sheets. Do sane people do that? It really makes me wonder how much this whole "nature vs. nurture" thing works. What affects the way u act more? Your neurotic parents, whose traits you pick up, or ur chemical imbalances as people call them. What easier thing to blame it on than something you can take a pill for. Whatever I'm out luba's fighting with me and i just cant take her shit and update this right now. Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-106262306942487271?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/106262306942487271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/106262306942487271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262306942487271' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-106084169642550665</id><published>2003-08-14T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T01:19:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so im a lazy bitch and waited 3 months to post anything, but ive been too busy trying to deal with my emotional strife. I'm still with ricky, my longest relaionship to date, but i have to tell you, there's been a lot of bullshit. We've been on and off constantly but i think this time it's working for real. I mean i can tell by the way he holds me. I know im in love with him and im praying to god he tells me the same thing soon so i have no fears about any of it. Right now im gonna go to bed, melissa just pissed me off and Ricky hasnt called yet. This is gonna be a long day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-106084169642550665?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/106084169642550665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/106084169642550665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106084169642550665' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-94370532</id><published>2003-05-14T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:56:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My Goodness!!! If you only knew, hell, if I only knew!its been so long!!!!!Ok since boys are always the most important subject, here goes: I liked this kid, Brian Hebel, hes 17, blonde hair blue eyes, 6'1" soo yummy, well we were talking n shit, i gave him his first blowjob, started the corruption process. He drove over in his new car the next day with his friend John. I look at the car, as I'm leaning on the pasengers side, cleavage exposed and I say "wow, i think im gonna cream my pants" John says "oh, you mean like Brian did last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it sbeen at least 2 months since then. Im in ny right now. To explain that one:my rents got pissed when i didnt come home one night n told me melissa was a horrible infkuence n stuff and told me i wasnt going to college. Well this pissed me off to no end, so i called luba n we planned to have her pick me up. Well at this same time i was dating ricky, and as formentioned somewhre in the archives, brian n ricky seem to always be in my life at the same time. So anyway! Me n ricky are now dating. Im falling for him fast. But hes feeding me the "i jsut wanna take it slow" bullshit that i refuse to believe. I go into things head first cuz i figure if theyre worth my time theyre worth the risk and ill learn something from the situation later if a bad decision was made. The way me and ricky started talking is wierd too. I mean it had been six months since we had gone through all the police business and he would call me at least once a month. I would deny liking him for anything other than sex and whatnot and that would be the end of that. Well he kept telling me he was different n he thought we had something so finally one night, i decided to go with that. Knowing how good he was in the sack, i figured how much could i lose, id at least get a piece of ass out of it right? So he gets there n we go into my room, cuz thats where i take all the boys! So were talking n im just cracking up thinking i actually fucked this guy. He cant figure out why its so funny. Well for a good 2 hours i managed to avoid kissing him cuz i knew exactly what would happen if i let him. Well i finally gave in. All the butterfly's just shot through me. I wanted to just cry. I realized everything i had been denying for so long. Well things progressed got hot n heavy, mmmmm very hot and nice and heavy. Well he sticks it in and im like in heaven and then im like "oh fuck! we have to stop! stop stop!!!" So he does and i wanted more but i knew myself better than to go through with it. Basically te rest of the hour or two he was there i just wanted him to hold me, which im not sure he comepletely appreciated considering the blue balls that were in his future. Well he left, i think we made a decision to date or whatnot. Its been something like a month since then now. But anyway, everytime i saw him we would end up messing around. I was trying to figure out if all that we had was sex. I mean i wanted it more than anything, but i had to be strong. i mean i wouldnt even sleep with carl for an 8-ball of snow. Now u know its serious!!! Well i had to go to De Smet (private boys HS) prom with a friend of a friend. I ended up kissing him and that was the most akward thing ever! So much for cute boys. And i was gonna devirginize him too, but we went to a hella shitty party after so no hope. The whole time we were at prom he had his boner poking at my back n he just kept pushing against me. I was just trying not to fall over as he was seriously doing damage to my rythm and my balance. Well a few more boys came along. Remember eric? Well i had a thing for his brother, that was a while ago, well recently our curiosity brought us back to talking again. I gave erics brother his first blowjob, in a garage at 3 in the morning, and he took a picture. Tell me that isnt some blackmail! Not to mention all the other pictures we took, and a bit of video! Then there was phil who i fucked in the back of lubas car once she got to STL he likes it rough i left a few devastating marks. OMG and then randomly my neighbor david, who by the way has some magical hands molested me. THen i fucked matt wolf again at 3 am the night b4 i left. That was a busy day. In the morning me and luba went to ricky's moms house. Me and ricky worked up an appetite by going twice. We went to denny's, that was nice, him and luba were flinging food at each other. Later that day matt wolf stopped by and we arranged to meet up later. But that was not before I fucked kevin greeg at phils grandmas house while he banged luba. So hat does that bring my total to? thats only 7. Well i get here, got a job the first day, my manger shoved his tongue down my throught making it 8. Im missing someone in STL...hmm....oh yes! Matt Wortheimer! Very cute boy, but still in HS prolly not worth a shit in the sack, but still shoved his tongue down my throaght. Melissa actually fucked him after i left STL. the irony here? hes her boyfriends best friend. Yes, ray! She fucked rays best friend! In the back of his car! Apparently it wasnt too bad. Right now she tells me shes waiting to break up with him till after he pays for her college correspondence course. BULLSHIT! She likes him too much. And she hates ricky! Oh well! Well what ive learned from banging al the boys in hs: they arent worth a shit in the sack. Phil put me in pain! Kevin humped as fast as he could for as long as he could. but on the plus side he has the body of a greek god. I fucked mat tthat day too, but we didnt finish, it wasnt worth a crap either, he has stoned n i was too busy watching jackass. We went to the movies on friday and saw the italian job, it was pretty good. But Luabs b/f's cousing was trying to feel me up, i had to get him off me. Yesterday, i got in the back seat of lubas car to relax and whatnot cuz COnstantine (her b/f's best friend) was giving me neck rub. Well it didnt end good cuz he wouldnt get off of me! *gag* He kept trying to kiss me n molest me n almost gave me a hickey. Yuck! I feel little guilty, but no way in hell i can tell ricky. Hes already hellaz suspicious of all of my other activities. Isnt life a bitch! I just need a piece of ass n offers are floating all around and im holding back cuz i only want it from one person. Ricky. In my mind he is now synonimus with sex. Hope that doesnt get me in trouble. Ill keep everyone posted!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-94370532?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/94370532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/94370532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94370532' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-92207412</id><published>2003-04-08T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T23:52:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Top 9 Teacher Pickup Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9&gt; AUTO MECH TEACHER: "Mind if I look under your hood?"&lt;br /&gt;  8&gt; BAND TEACHER: "I don't want to toot my own horn... maybe you&lt;br /&gt;     should toot it for me."&lt;br /&gt;  7&gt; DRAMA TEACHER: "It's okay if you fake it. In fact, I prefer &lt;br /&gt;     it that way."&lt;br /&gt;  6&gt; DRIVER'S ED INSTRUCTOR: "Want to know how to get an 'A' in&lt;br /&gt;     parking?"&lt;br /&gt;  5&gt; COMPUTER SCIENCE TEACHER: "Um, ahhh... would you... ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;     I gotta pee."&lt;br /&gt;  4&gt; HOME ECONOMICS TEACHER: "The oven's preheated; let's see if &lt;br /&gt;     we can get your dough to rise."&lt;br /&gt;  3&gt; ENGLISH TEACHER: "Want to earn a scarlet letter the hard &lt;br /&gt;     way?"&lt;br /&gt;  2&gt; PSYCHOLOGY TEACHER: "Why don't you lay down on the couch &lt;br /&gt;     and let me probe the deepest recesses of your... uh...&lt;br /&gt;     psyche."&lt;br /&gt;  1&gt; GYM TEACHER: "Drop and give me 69."&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY TEACHER: "My masters thesis was a study of the mating&lt;br /&gt;techniques of canine species. Let me demonstrate...."&lt;br /&gt;TYPING TEACHER: "The quick brown-haired fox jumps into my heart."&lt;br /&gt;HOME ECONOMICS TEACHER: "I'll wear my favorite apron for you...&lt;br /&gt;*just* the apron!"&lt;br /&gt;PHYS ED TEACHER: "Let's hit the showers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-92207412?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/92207412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/92207412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92207412' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-92207353</id><published>2003-04-08T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T02:27:42.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did u love bens story or what? it was kinda late when he wrote it, so it guess it was funny at the time. i wrote a whole paper for this class we're both in, we had to write about a life changing conflict, i wrote about losing my virginity, cuz that was a wake up call. ben avoids conflict, so he wrote about me n was gonna make up an ending. well he sent me the paper he had started, b4 he added the bullshit, n it was all about how he though i was beautiful, n neverthought he would talk to me n we became friends n how kool i am n how he wanted to date me, so i gave him the chance n apparently he doesnt want it anymore, i was pretty hurt, i cried for a few,n it s been akward, n i dont know what to do about anything. well the next day he finished the paper, he was like there wasnt any conflict until last night, and i realized i didnt know what i wanted n that if i find out later in life i made the wrong decision my heart will just break in two, i almost cried in the middle of class! So i had to finish my paper, n said some shit like people hurt me that i would never expect n ben was one of them, n blah blah blah. well my teacher read ours, n she talked to me about em today, she thought it was very truthful n emotional n stuff, ya the story of my life, ya i thought i wanted u, but now i really dont cuz i can have u. fuck that! i swear i cant win. things with matt arent any better, because we havent hung out or banged since its gettimg more akward by the day, n its not my fault, i dont think hes used to casual sex, n really, thats all ive had, so i have to figure out a way to fix it without fucking it up more... meanwhile melissas ex, ray keeps telling people they're together no matter how many times she breaks up with him hes totally blind, but love does that i guess. oh well, its 2:30 in the morning, im going to bed now peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-92207353?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/92207353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/92207353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92207353' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91690009</id><published>2003-03-30T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T23:43:18.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi hi hi hello to all you fans out there and this is you know who... yes schlatty.  The other day i was sitting alone in my bedroom thinking to my dog, whats the deal pooch? My dog looks at me, and he says out loud in perfect english, nothing yo.  I was stunned at fust but then i realized i stumbled upon a wonderful gift, my dog can talk.  A new confidont to bounce my6 ideas and schemes off of.  Then later on after i came down off my high i realized i was completly cracked out and i didn't even own a dog.  Good story huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91690009?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91690009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91690009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91690009' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91620580</id><published>2003-03-29T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T16:18:23.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So back to my wonderful discussion of picnic tables and boys! Well i had several bruises on each of my knees, and a nice one on the back of my head, from sliding of the table. We both decided parks were a no-no. I havent seen him since, but i will see him on monday morning, as he's my ride to school, the perfect way to start my day! mmmmm! Hopefuly it won't be totally akward... Now as for him breaking up with his girlfriend, it doesn't look like it's gonna happen n he just said it to get into the sack with me, no surprise there. Now, this is just an inference, but he is a guy, only so much can be expected of him right? Now, last night two of my friends got laid. One lost her virginity, isn't that sweet? can't wait till the virgin baggage hits! Hope she doesn't come crying to me, cuz I warned her damnit! Melissa banged this guy in the back seat of her car. The same guy that on monday propositioned me for a blowjob for his birthday. Some other guy tried picking me up haha! Got pretty coked out the other night, then did some drinking n hit on some guy. Go me! I'm a sexy bitch!!! Melissa n me went ou for some taco bell this morning n decided to eat it in the Dairy Queen parking lot, in typical Dina and Melissa fashion: like the pigs that we are! Hope fully I get to party my ass off one last time tonight so i have a few good stories to tell. Ok I'm outie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91620580?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91620580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91620580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91620580' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91591866</id><published>2003-03-29T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T01:00:39.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK! So, it's spring break, n i've spent most of it at home sitting on my ass. but i have had a couple of exceptional nights. I saw Micah again, nothing exciting, but he did keep trying to molest me. Not fun. We did go to dennys n stayed there til like 2 in the morning talking, so not horrible. Monday i got soooooo sick! I had a 101 fever, not fun at all. I spent all day in bed. At around seven i had a visitor. A very, very hot visitor. We took a nice walk down to the park behind my house. I was hitting on him shamelessly in normal Dina fashion. I kissed him. Or we kissed? Or he kissed me? Whatever. It happened. Too bad he has a girlfriend. Oh, wait, it gets better, as anything in Dina's life. We banged. Boffed. Whatever. Here's a tip from dear old me: do not, i repeat do not attempt to fuck on top of a picnic table! I will continue this tomorow, promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91591866?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91591866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91591866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91591866' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91263563</id><published>2003-03-23T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T23:52:10.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Hell Exothermic or Endothermic?&lt;br /&gt;"First, we postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass. If so, then a mole of souls also can have mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think that we may safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for souls entering hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member, you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and people generally do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can thus expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 So, if hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Conversely, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Therese Banyan during freshman year, that "It will be a cold day in hell before I sleep with you," and taking into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then #2 cannot be true, and hell is exothermic." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91263563?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91263563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91263563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91263563' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91261308</id><published>2003-03-23T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T23:05:42.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun Things To Do At Wal*Mart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take shopping carts for the express purpose of filling them and stranding them at strategic locations. &lt;br /&gt;- Get boxes of condoms and randomly put them into people’s carts when they don’t realize it. &lt;br /&gt;- Set all alarm clocks to go off at 10-minute intervals throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;- Run up to an employee (preferably a male) while squeezing your legs together and practically yell at him "Where are your tampons?" &lt;br /&gt;- Try on bras over the top of your clothes. &lt;br /&gt;- Make a trail of orange juice on the ground, leading to the restroom. &lt;br /&gt;- While walking around the store, sing in your loudest voice possible "I smell sex and candy" &lt;br /&gt;- Tune all of the radios to the polka station; then turn them off and turn the volumes to 10. &lt;br /&gt;- Move "Caution: Wet Floors" signs on carpeted areas. &lt;br /&gt;- Set up a tent in the camping department; tell others you’ll only invite them in if the bring pillows from Bed and Bath &lt;br /&gt;- Contaminate the entire auto department by sampling all the spray air fresheners. &lt;br /&gt;- When someone asks if you need help, begin to cry and ask "Why won’t you people just leave me alone?" &lt;br /&gt;- Look right into the security camera, and use it as a mirror while you pick your nose. &lt;br /&gt;- While handling guns in the Hunting Department, suddenly ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are. &lt;br /&gt;- Switch the men and women’s signs on the doors of the restrooms. &lt;br /&gt;- Dart around suspiciously while humming the theme song to "Mission Impossible". &lt;br /&gt;I- n the Auto department, practice your Madonna look with various funnels. &lt;br /&gt;- When an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, assume the fetal position and scream "No! No! It’s those voices again!" &lt;br /&gt;- Go into the dressing room and yell real loud…"Hey, we’re out of toilet paper in here!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91261308?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91261308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91261308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91261308' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91201493</id><published>2003-03-22T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T18:40:29.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:29:47 PM): yo&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:30:24 PM): hey&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:30:33 PM): i went to her place&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:30:37 PM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:30:41 PM): we be doin something tonight&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:30:51 PM): see some girls like the direct stalker approach&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:30:59 PM): hey im not&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:31:01 PM): at all&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:31:04 PM): bia&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:31:10 PM): ya wutever!&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:31:20 PM): scrw u&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:31:22 PM): i would have freaked&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 (6:31:23 PM): im blocking you&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:31:33 PM): lol i can feel the love&lt;br /&gt;phshockey1234 signed off at 6:31:45 PM. &lt;br /&gt;and so ends the love once felt between the two...lovers? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91201493?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91201493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91201493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91201493' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-91191499</id><published>2003-03-22T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T00:54:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! All the amazingly stupid shit thats happened since I lost my password! Wel first of all blogger won't give you direct help unless ur a plus user! so i had to try n figure out my username since the email i signed up with isnt valid anymore. Well i went through like 20 names till it sgave me mine so about 5 or 6 people are gonna get emails with their passwords even though they never requested them. Yay for the wonderful reminder...!!! Wel Eric's best friend managed to ask me out about 2 weeks after we broke up, which i find hilarious. Me n kenny have an interesting history as it is. First off, he had a lime green car, n i was new at school n he offered me a ride home. Well that was all dandy and stuff, but like the second day i was in it, we got into an accident within about 100 yards of school. a four car accident. Well apparently he had broken up with his girlfriend of a long time to be with me and never said a word to me. That was about the time we lost touch. Well we started talking once i learned of erics exsistence, got into a fight n rest is chronicalled in my archives. He asked me to prom but i sort of have a backup date. SO now i want to ask kenny to take me best friend form new york, i have to say from new york since i have 3 lol, that makes it kind of hard to track n they all live in different states. ANYWAY! I hope the prom thing works out, it should be intersting. Eric got mad at me for "spreading" the butters thing. LMAO i just realized exactly how funny that was. First time ever i did the wierd no pun intended thing hahahahaha, all at erics expense. *tear* So ya, i have to post wierdos emails on my other site, you'll love them i swear!!! whenever i decided to put the link on here you'll know why right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-91191499?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91191499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/91191499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91191499' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90769395</id><published>2003-03-15T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T12:07:00.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so its saturday, thank god, i got a little drunk last night, noy was that fun, got a bit of some ass last night, cuz i needed that too. not that i was going to admit it though!i feel much better about this eric thing, im over it, im pretty sure lol, it only took me a week, thats about average dina time, and im not pregnant! always a plus! i just needed a few days. u get used to this after a while i guess. i have to write this long as story of heart break or sumthin about my life. i i know i have alot to say, but i dont know if itll come out right, lets hope it does, im in the mood to do some opening up. That was ill feel totally relieved n have no worries. Well, i take that back, but a girl can dream right? So im gonna make myself some tea, get rid of these cramps and see wut i can do for the day. email me with ur comments on the retartedness of my life, i would love to hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90769395?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90769395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90769395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90769395' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90691567</id><published>2003-03-13T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T23:05:44.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooooo much to say, so few words to mae it come out right, tomorow ill spill, cuz i really need to spill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90691567?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90691567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90691567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90691567' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90629960</id><published>2003-03-12T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T22:21:33.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>twice in one day? god this is getting serious! i just wanna cry every time i tihnk aobut him, grrrrrrr!!!!! he didn't freak out though, which is utterly amazing. or at least he told me he didnt, i dont know if i believe it...I do know that i want ll these negative things to go away, and they won't, all the little chemicals firing in my brain just don't wanna stop. Its like a dopamine dependancy, one of the reasons coccaine is so addictive. I'm gonna go to bed, n try n sleep, i cant handle lying there, all awake... i need a replacement n fast!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90629960?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90629960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90629960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90629960' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90614718</id><published>2003-03-12T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T17:20:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I haven't really done any good ranting in a while, so this is a good time. I don't remember what i wrote last, n looking it up seems like a lot of effort, so im just gonna go ahead with this. Me n Eric broke up like last week. Yes, AGAIN. Needless to say I'm upset. I was so used to feeling wanted and special and stuff.thats where hearing stuff and feeling stuff differs...I don't even know what im trying to get to with all of this, i just don't know if i can vent enough. It's been a long time since ive had serious feelings towards someone, and i wanted this time to be different, getting my heart broken was not part of the equation. Unfortunatley u can't control matters of the heart, no matter how cold you act. I denied what I felt for a while, I mean, i'm not one to needlesly jump into something, but i really thought he cared. I always seem to lose when it comes to this stuff. We're still friends, which is important to me, because it lets me know i didn't blindly pick this guy. I was sitting in his car the other day while he was pumping gas and it totally hit me - hes this amazing person, just hidden behind all this stuff. Maybe i under estimated him? maybe i don't deserve anyone like him? i don't know! i do, however, know that i want him to be happy, even if its not with me. His inadequicies are of no importance anymore which frightens me beyond belief, just knowing that thinking that makes denying my feelings even harder. I'm sick of denying everything i feel! Of the stupid front i have to put up! I really wanna just cry, but i won't let myself, it would just be a waste of tears, it wouldn't get me what i wanted anyway... He's probably gonna see this and be wierded out too, which i guess is fine, because if it changes things for the worse, then they weren't meant to be there anyway. I'm determined to find someone that thinks im worth caring about, but i dont want to have to settle. Of course my judgement may not be the best since i thought i was settling with Eric, which i sort of was once i found out he just wanted some ass. Now i would have probably given it to him, but he had to make it complicated and get my feelings involved, I'm just scared that they won't go away. I don't wanna feel bad again! Depression has been a part of my life for too long and another guy is not gonna push me back there, especially one that doesn't care. I can't put into words exactly how i feel, but i would be comepletely elated knowing i could be with him, and just let go, and feel again, feel good... i guess thats it, my moods shot for the day, my brain is fried, and i just want some love!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90614718?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90614718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90614718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90614718' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90564534</id><published>2003-03-11T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T21:47:55.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Mom is so hairy she has three settings on her shaver, medium, high, and timber&lt;br /&gt;Your mom is so fat when she goes to her lawyer it's the law offices of Hagen and Dazs.  &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom is so fat she was overthrown by a small militia, she's now know as The Republic of Your Mom &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom's so fat when you get on top of her your ears pop! &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom's so fat when she gets on the scale it says we don't do livestock.  &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom's teeth are so wide, I don't know whether to laugh, or kick a field goal. &lt;br /&gt;What's your mom gonna do for a face when the babboon wants its ass back?&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom's so ugly they filmed "Gorillas in the Mist" in her shower &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom is so loose it is like throwing a hot dog down the hallway &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom is so stupid she tried to shake hands with a palm tree. &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom's so stupid she told everyone that she was "illegitimate" because she couldn't read &lt;br /&gt;Your Mom's so stupid she took the Pepsi challenge and chose Jif.&lt;br /&gt;Yo momma so fat when the bitch goes to an all you can eat buffet, they have to install speed bumps. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90564534?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90564534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90564534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90564534' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90021580</id><published>2003-03-02T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T18:47:35.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The0FaLLen0 (6:32:00 PM): boys r bad&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:32:20 PM): they are bad&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:32:30 PM): ive been w enough to know&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:32:40 PM): lol sure have&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:33:41 PM): o im not worthy enuff for ur shout outs?&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:33:56 PM): lol ill stick u on there sexy&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:34:03 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:34:05 PM): u better&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:34:38 PM): right now&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:35:00 PM): yes right now&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:35:07 PM): im doing it already&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:35:08 PM): ill give u 2 mins&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:35:13 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:35:18 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:35:21 PM): or else what?&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:35:24 PM): r u gonna spank me?&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:37:20 PM): i dunno spanking isnt bad enuff&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:38:38 PM): hey im the sex slave?&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:38:42 PM): i think its the other way around&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:38:44 PM): yes, yes u are&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:38:49 PM): remember im the one with the whip&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:38:53 PM): o ya &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:39:00 PM): im sticking this on my website lmao&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:39:02 PM): ok well u win&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:39:04 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:39:07 PM): i always win!!!&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:39:18 PM): no jus this one tyme&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:39:29 PM): well see&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:39:38 PM): jus wait till u try to whip me n well see whos the slave&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:39:53 PM): mmmm is that a threat or a promise&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:39:58 PM): both&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:40:06 PM): a promising threat&lt;br /&gt;The0FaLLen0 (6:40:24 PM): does that even make ne sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90021580?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90021580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90021580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90021580' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90020407</id><published>2003-03-02T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T18:21:15.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, this is my second post today. which is very strange for me, being the lazy bitch i am. I'm just posting to inform all of u as to my strange emotional state right now. U know when you're sitting there confused as to how u feel? Like u dont know if ur pissed off, or mad or relieved or vengeful. i mean most of the emotions are negative, but still! I find it interesting how much attention you get form someone you're with, and how much u miss it when its gone. Not even the person so much. its kind of sick how insecure we all are isnt it? i'm just kind of sitting here...stuck... there hasn't been a line thats been drawn between eric and i, so i dont know what to do, i dont know if the lines of communication are still open. Now here's why i love my friends:&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (6:10:41 PM): ugh im so sick of amateurs&lt;br /&gt;aliendude38 (6:10:48 PM): you are one&lt;br /&gt;aliendude38 (6:11:13 PM): you're all of 17 years old and have a years TOPS of experience&lt;br /&gt;although not comepletely true, its nice to put things inot perspective... not everyone is all high n mighty... as much as i would love to be...oops did i say i? i meant we, really! So as the day goes on, and the sun dissapears into the horizon, so does the potential love of my life... how was that for dramatic interpretation? lol im out!!!! p.s. Eric, I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90020407?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90020407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90020407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90020407' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-90012497</id><published>2003-03-02T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T15:05:31.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things have happened in the past 2 weeks, its ridiculous! Me n Eric sort of had something going on, something i guess i really liked, even though my best friend wouldn't have approved. Asshole broke up with me the day b4 Valentines day! wut the fuck?! Less than 24 hours later he wanted me back. We've sort of been dating since until about ohh... 2 hours ago when i bitched him out for being a jackass. Why should i date a guy thats too busy thinking about his ex girlfriend to bang me? please! there's no way im gonna settle for that, I'm way better n deserve more. Some of the shit you take till your friends bring it to your attention! Thank God for Melissa! Apparently we still have to talk, as if im gonna be able to change his mind, or hes gonna tel me somethng awe inspiring. I need to get it all out n i plan to! So until then, i am signing off and giving up. But there is a plus side, old friends of mine just stopped by, n if need be, ive got a new bitch already lined up! yay me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-90012497?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90012497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/90012497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90012497' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-88770759</id><published>2003-02-08T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T15:56:59.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus Flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought, if I were Superman, a perfect secret identity would be "Clark Kent, Dentist," because you could save money on tooth X-rays. But then I thought, if a patient said, "How's my back tooth?" and you just looked at it with your X-ray vision and said, "Oh it's okay," then the patient would probably say, "Aren't you going to take an X-ray, stupid?" and you'd say, "Aw fuck you, get outta here," and then he probably wouldn't even pay his bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-88770759?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88770759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88770759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88770759' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-88453656</id><published>2003-02-02T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T22:12:29.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Signs That You're A Drunk:&lt;br /&gt;1. You lose arguments with inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have to hold on to the lawn to keep from falling off the earth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your job starts to interfere with your drinking.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream.&lt;br /&gt;5. The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;6. You sincerely believe alcohol is the elusive 5th food group.&lt;br /&gt;7. 24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case: coincidence?!?&lt;br /&gt;8. Two hands and just one mouth, now that's a drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;9. Every woman you see has an exact twin.&lt;br /&gt;10. You fall off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hey, five beers have just as many calories as a burger, screw dinner!&lt;br /&gt;12. Your idea of cutting back is less salt.&lt;br /&gt;13. Every night you're beginning to find your neighbor's cat more and more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;14. "I'm not drunk, you're just sober!!!"&lt;br /&gt;15. Roseanne looks great.&lt;br /&gt;16. You don't recognize your wife unless seen from the bottom of aglass.&lt;br /&gt;17. That damned pink elephant followed you home again.&lt;br /&gt;18. You have a reserved parking space at the liquor store.&lt;br /&gt;19. You've fallen and can't get up.&lt;br /&gt;20. The shrubbery's drunk too, from frequent watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-88453656?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88453656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88453656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88453656' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-88449038</id><published>2003-02-02T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T20:53:04.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so me n melissa skipped school for a week, n decided on monday that we didnt wanna go then either. Most of our mornings were spent talking in creve couer park. We went to a variety of places for breakfast. Denny's, Reynolds Roadhouse, Mc Donalds, My House, More Denny's...We went shopping, in the 2 degree weather. But the most memorable of experiences would have to be trying to tip over the Port-a-Potty. Or as some housiers like to call it a "Johnny on the Spot." Melissa is still dating ray, which is still bothering me. Apparently i dont bother him anywhere near as much...interesting how much people can piss me off. So OK, better story... I used to like this guy kevin, but he was good little christian boy, so i got over it cuz his balls belonged to someone else n just fucked with his head for a while, good times! Some partially interesting stuff happened... Well a couple weekends back i finally met his brother, who i had heard bunches about, mostly that he was a big geek and such... Kevin got most of the good genes... Anyway, being the girl I am I decided to flash everyone in the car as the boys (Brian hebel (little stud muffin) his friend mark, and eric)were leaving. Well Eric had missed the flashing, and me and Kenny (a sort of friend) thought it would be funny to mess with him) So we called him up, it was around midnight or so, and Kev picked up the phone, there were a couple of quick mind games n I finally got to my "target." Me, being the devious child that I am quote "so, eric, i heard u missed the show...how about a raincheck?" now i had woken the kid up, which is sort of on the sad side, but we'll overlook it for my purposes lol. "I don't know" Once agin me being devious "eric, that wasn't quite the response i was looking for..." this is when i knew i had him hooked "ok ok, anything, ill stop by tomorow" I AM GOD! FEEL MY WRATH! Well I didn't really know what to do with the boy when he came over the next day and witnessed me in my sweats and all... so i shoved my tongue down his throaght. Some of u may not know this, but its a classic behavior of mine. This went on for a couple of days, n i wasn't really enjoying myself. Sick of being single, I decided why not date the boy? more to come i swear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-88449038?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88449038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88449038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88449038' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-88413623</id><published>2003-02-02T01:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T01:35:34.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://parody.organique.com/003.html"&gt;Prozac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'lll update asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-88413623?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88413623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/88413623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88413623' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87332079</id><published>2003-01-12T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T20:53:01.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;penis:&lt;/b&gt;HEAT-SEEKING MOISTURE MISSILE, JOHNNY ONE-EYE THE BALD-HEADED CHAMP, ONE-EYED NIGHT CRAWLER IN THE TURTLE-NECK SWEATER, ONE-EYED WONDER WORM, RUSSELL THE WONDER MUSCLE, THROBBING PYTHON OF LOVE, BEARDED CLAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vagina:&lt;/b&gt;FURBURGER, DICKY DUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;intercourse:&lt;/b&gt;FLESH SESSION, HORIZONTAL REFRESHMENT, QUIMSTICKING, TRIM THE BUSH, DIP IN THE FUDGE POT, HERSHEY HIGHWAY, KNEELING AT THE ALTAR, CREW SCREW, MONGOLIAN CLUSTER FUCK, TEAM CREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boner:&lt;/b&gt;BLUE BALLS, HOT ROCKS, RISE IN YOUR LEVI'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;slut:&lt;/b&gt;BED BUNNY, FLOOZIE, SEXPOT, YES-GIRL , COME-CATCHER, NYMPH OF DARKNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;masturbate:&lt;/b&gt;CRANK THE SHANK, DIDDLE, FIST YOUR MISTER, JERK THE GHERKIN, POUND YOUR FLOUNDER,&lt;br /&gt;VISITING ROSIE PALM AND HER FIVE DAUGHTERS, COOKIN' CUCUMBERS, HIT THE SLIT, HOSE YOUR HOLE, SLAM THE CLAM, TICKLE THE TACO, TWO-FINGER TANGO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;homo:&lt;/b&gt;ASS BANDIT, BUN DUSTER, CREAM PUFF, JOY BOY, LICK-SPIGOT, MIDNIGHT COWBOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oral:&lt;/b&gt;DROP ON IT, KNOB JOB, LAY SOME LIP, SLOB THE KNOB, MUFF DIVE, PEARL DIVING, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87332079?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87332079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87332079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87332079' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87246115</id><published>2003-01-10T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T20:26:37.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEXUAL RHYMING TERMS THAT YOU MAY NOT KNOW:&lt;br /&gt;WANKY PANKY - fooling around, naughtier than hanky panky&lt;br /&gt;THRUSTER BUSTER - a sudden noise that interrupts the act of sex, especially a doorbell, the sound of a spouse's car in the driveway, or the shrill voice of an unexpected parent&lt;br /&gt;RUBBER FLUBBER - sudden realization that the condom has broken&lt;br /&gt;BOOBIE LUBEY - stimulation of a female's breasts to arouse sexual interest&lt;br /&gt;DICKIE LICKIE - oral stimulation of the male's private parts&lt;br /&gt;TUSHIE PUSHIE - doggie-style sexual intercourse&lt;br /&gt;PECKER WRECKER - oral sex given to a man by a female wearing braces on her teeth&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIE SUCKIE - oral sex and sexual intercourse both&lt;br /&gt;STINKIE PINKIE - the result of sexual stimulation of the female's private parts by the male's hands&lt;br /&gt;HUMMER CUMMER - I think you can figure out this one all by yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87246115?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87246115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87246115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87246115' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87244066</id><published>2003-01-10T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T19:22:55.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! My Life is so retarted! Me n Melissa decided to skip school today, cuz we were both tired n stuff. So we drop my brother off n get to a gas station b/c we're past the red line. So my friends debit car wouldn't go through, so we paid with the only cash we had $3. We tried to start the car back up a few times, nothing worked... We decided the only person we could callto help us out, w/o getting our sexy asses in trouble was Melissa's bitch. Keep in mind, it's only about 8 in the morning, n we've already been sitting in the freezing cold car for a good 20 minutes trying to start it. Well Melissa was being a little pussy n wanted me to do the talking, i decided that she was the one htat had to wake him up n after that i would. So he drove down to the Shell on dorsett, we had been sitting there for about an hour by now, we could see our breath! We try all this stuff to start it, but noooo, why would that work?! We decide to go to Wal*Mart n buy a new battery. We wrote a check cuz her card was still being stupid, even though we put in over $170 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87244066?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87244066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87244066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87244066' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87202608</id><published>2003-01-09T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T22:46:52.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A new report says that teenage girls who have older partners &lt;br /&gt;are four times more likely to get sexually transmitted &lt;br /&gt;diseases than girls who date boys their own age.  On the plus &lt;br /&gt;side, the girls who date older guys have sex in much nicer &lt;br /&gt;cars."&lt;br /&gt;    -Conan O'Brien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87202608?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87202608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87202608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87202608' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87195310</id><published>2003-01-09T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T20:04:40.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;now you know what my life is really like *shudder*...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:56:50 PM): n i asked him for a ride home, n i didnt think i would get one cuz i forgot to tell him where to meet me, so i got another one, n then melissa comes walking out w him n iwas like YESSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:56:56 PM): n she gave me shotgun&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:06 PM): cuz she wanted to smoke n the window in the front doesnt open&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:11 PM): well she used that as a ploy&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:16 PM): to get me next to him&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:25 PM): n i really wanted to molest him, but not with her there&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:28 PM): that would be bad&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:33 PM):  jlis hgpoias hg p p9t~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK (7:57:45 PM): that was my sexual frustration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87195310?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87195310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87195310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87195310' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87137476</id><published>2003-01-08T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T18:15:51.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;wut the fuck???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:07 PM]:  well hi therer &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:07 PM]:  um hi...   &lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:07 PM]:  hoe you been &lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:08 PM]:  love your new profile &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:09 PM]:  u think u know me?   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:09 PM]:  or have u secretley been stalking me?   &lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:10 PM]:  we have talk before love &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:10 PM]:  before being?   &lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:10 PM]:  just on here &lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:10 PM]:  swm 38 imperial and you &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:11 PM]:  ur 38 n u think one such as myself would talk 2 u?   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:11 PM]:  i really think you've got the wrong person   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:11 PM]:  im 19   &lt;br /&gt; STLBASS1 [6:11 PM]:  ok bye &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:11 PM]:  thought so!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87137476?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87137476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87137476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87137476' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87137420</id><published>2003-01-08T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T18:14:34.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FAG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:02 PM]:  hey &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:02 PM]:  asl? &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:02 PM]:  wait let me get this striaght   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:02 PM]:  u dont even have a profile but u im me looking for info   &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:03 PM]:  fine then nvm &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:03 PM]:  not to mention the fact that if you're a guy, the homosexual tendencies u harbor in real life are coming through on ur instant messages   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:03 PM]:  whats whith the pink background?   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:03 PM]:  oooo nvm too big of a word for u 2 really spell?   &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:04 PM]:  this is my sistas comp in i dunno how to get that pink off &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:04 PM]:  n if i was a homo y would i im a female? &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:04 PM]:  but u know how to look up random people on the net?   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:05 PM]:  i dunno, u tell me, i personally don't harbor any homosexual tendencies   &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:06 PM]:  all i did was go to member directory n searched all profiles for kinky &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:06 PM]:  thats a little sad for u isnt it?   &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:07 PM]:  nvm if u dont wanna talk thats all u had to say bye &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:07 PM]:  uh huh    LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:08 PM]:  so u dont wanna talk? &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [6:08 PM]:  oh, u still haven't gotten the idea then? NO, sorry   &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:08 PM]:  kk &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:08 PM]:  sry bout troubling u &lt;br /&gt; LiL 6 dUfF 9 [6:08 PM]:  bye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87137420?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87137420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87137420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87137420' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87130970</id><published>2003-01-08T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T15:42:36.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Freaks that don't know they're freaks! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gs02irish [3:27 PM]:  im greg from st louis &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:27 PM]:  great for u...   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:28 PM]:  friendly &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:28 PM]:  aren't i though? i get that all the time   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:28 PM]:  howa re you &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:29 PM]:  how old are you &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:31 PM]:  awesome &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:31 PM]:  ya   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:31 PM]:  you dont like to talk much do you &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:31 PM]:  i talk a lot just not to wierd freaks on the net...   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:32 PM]:  you have no idea if im a wierd freak &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:32 PM]:  well considering u lok up people online, have no profile urself, it tells me ur either a freaking wiedo or u have something to hide   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:32 PM]:  you are so clever, those must be the only explanations &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:33 PM]:  you must be the smartest person ive ever talked to &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:33 PM]:  well it cant be that u dont have time, u have enough time to bother me   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:33 PM]:  n it can't be that u cant type, becuase u seem to be doing that just fine   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:33 PM]:  and the only other explanation is that im a freak, good reasoning on that &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:33 PM]:  n it also cant be that u dont know how, ur doing a great job finding me   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:34 PM]:  i would say so, considering hte criteria which u used to find me, yes u r a freak   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:34 PM]:  again, all points that in no way lead to me being a freak &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:34 PM]:  because i dont have a profile i am a freak, you are so logical in that &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:35 PM]:  stop trying to defend ur freakiness, its not gonna work, i call em how i spot em, so either leave me alone or this bashing is gonna go on  &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:35 PM]:  wow, this bashing is harsh, coming from somebody with the intelligence level of a 12 year old &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:36 PM]:  actually, women are stuck conforming to the fact that they're idiots, there are alot of men out there, probably like u, who are too insecure to speak to a woman with a iq higher than your gpa   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:36 PM]:  now once again are u done badgering me? im busy and important!   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:37 PM]:  wow, that was a lot of typing for you, im impressed &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:37 PM]:  well apparently thats an impediment of yours if ur claiming ur not a freak once again   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:37 PM]:  you almost went the entire tirade without using u instead of you &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:37 PM]:  are u gonna go now, honestly, im sure there are more intersting people to waste my time with   &lt;br /&gt; Gs02irish [3:38 PM]:  this is pretty funny watching you make a fool of yourself actually &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [3:38 PM]:  ok i guess not, thats why that ignore button comes in so handy buh bye now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87130970?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87130970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87130970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87130970' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87129073</id><published>2003-01-08T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T14:57:51.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Marketing Explanation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have asked for an explanation of the differences between&lt;br /&gt; marketing and sales.  Perhaps the following analogies will help clear it up:&lt;br /&gt;You see a handsome guy at a party.  You go up to him and say,&lt;br /&gt; "I'm fantastic in bed."&lt;br /&gt;--That's Direct Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. &lt;br /&gt; One of your friends goes up to him and pointing at you says, &lt;br /&gt;"She's fantastic in bed."&lt;br /&gt;--That's Advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a handsome guy at a party.  You go up to him and get his &lt;br /&gt;telephone number.  The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."&lt;br /&gt;--That's Telemarketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a handsome guy.  You get up and straighten your&lt;br /&gt; dress.  You walk up to him and pour him a drink.  You say, "May I" and &lt;br /&gt;reach up to straighten his tie brushing your breast lightly against his arm, &lt;br /&gt;and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed."&lt;br /&gt;--That's Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a handsome guy.  He walks up to you and says,&lt;br /&gt; "I hear you're fantastic in bed."&lt;br /&gt;--That's Brand Recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a handsome guy.  You talk him into going&lt;br /&gt; home with your friend.&lt;br /&gt;--That's a Sales Rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend can't satisfy him so he calls you&lt;br /&gt;--That's Tech Support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be&lt;br /&gt; handsome men in all these houses you're passing.  So you climb onto&lt;br /&gt; the roof of one situated toward the center and shout at the top of &lt;br /&gt;your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!"&lt;br /&gt;--That's Spam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87129073?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87129073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87129073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87129073' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-87094621</id><published>2003-01-07T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T21:59:21.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Women's Rules for Blowjobs &lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;1: First and foremost, we are not obligated to do it. &lt;br /&gt;2: Extension to rule #1- so if you get one, be grateful. &lt;br /&gt;3: My ears are not handles. &lt;br /&gt;4: Do not push on the top of my head unless you really WANT puke on your dick? &lt;br /&gt;5: I don't care HOW relaxed you get, it is NEVER OK to fart. &lt;br /&gt;6: Having my period does not mean that it's "hummer week"- get it through your head - I'm bloated and I feel like shit so no, I don't feel particularly obligated to blow you just because YOU can't have sex right now. &lt;br /&gt;7: "Blue Balls" might have worked on high school girls-if you're that desperate, go jerk off and leave me alone with my Midol. &lt;br /&gt;8: If I have to pause to remove a pubic hair from my teeth, don't tell me I've just "wrecked" it for you. &lt;br /&gt;9: Leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwards is highly inadvisable if you would like my behaviour to be repeated in the future. &lt;br /&gt;10: If you like how we do it, it's probably best not to speculate about the origins of our talent. Just enjoy the moment and be happy that we're good at it. See also rule about gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;11: No, it doesn't particularly taste good. And I don't care about the protein content. &lt;br /&gt;12: No, I will NOT do it while you watch TV. &lt;br /&gt;13: When you hear your friends complain about how they don't get blow jobs often enough, keep your mouth shut. It is inappropriate to either sympathize or brag. &lt;br /&gt;14: Just because "it's awake" when you get up does not mean I have to "kiss it good morning".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-87094621?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87094621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/87094621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87094621' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86950560</id><published>2003-01-04T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T23:56:10.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does your gynecologist leave the room when you get undressed? Why does mineral water that 'has trickled through mountains for centuries' have a 'use by' date? Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast&lt;br /&gt; to a horrible crisp no-one would eat? Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but not to their crotch when they ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;*Benefits of Being a Woman&lt;br /&gt;*We got off the Titanic first. *When we buy a vibrator, it's sexy. When men buy a blow-up doll, it's pathetic. *Men die sooner, so we get to cash in on the life insurance. *Free drinks. *Free dinners. *Condoms make no significant difference in our enjoyment of sex. *We have an excuse to be totally cranky at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86950560?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86950560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86950560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86950560' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86948332</id><published>2003-01-04T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T22:54:57.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;30 things porno producers would have us believe...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1.  Women wear high heels to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2.  Men are never impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3.  When going down on a woman 10 seconds is more than satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4.  If a woman gets busted masturbating by a strange man, she will not scream with embarrassment, but rather insist he have sex with her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5.  Women smile appreciatively when men splat them in the face with sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6.  Women enjoy having sex with ugly,middle-aged men.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7.  Women moan uncontrollably when giving a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8.  Women always orgasm when men do.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9.  A blowjob will always get a women off a speeding fine.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10. All women are noisy fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11. People in the 70's couldn't fuck unless there was a wild guitar solo in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12. Those tits are real.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13. A common and enjoyable sexual practice for a man is to take his half-erect penis and slap it repeatedly on a woman's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14. Men always groan "OH YEAH!" when they cum.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15. If there is two of them they "high five" each other (and the girl isn't disgusted!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;16. Double penetration makes women smile.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17. Asian men don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;18. If you come across a guy and his girlfriend having sex in the bushes, the boyfriend won't bash seven shades of shit out of you if you shove your cock in his girlfriend's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19. There's a plot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20. When taking a woman from behind, a man can really excite a woman by giving her a gentle slap on the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21. Nurses suck patients cocks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;22. Men always pull out.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;23. When your girlfriend busts you getting head from her best friend, she'll only be momentarily pissed off before fucking the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;24. Women never have headaches... or periods.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;25. When a woman is sucking a man's cock, it's important for him to remind her to "suck it".&lt;br /&gt;&gt;26. Assholes are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;27. A man ejaculating on a woman's butt is a satisfying result for all parties concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;28. Women always look pleasantly surprised when they open a man's trousers and find a cock there.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;29. Men don't have to beg.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;30. When standing during a blowjob, a man will always place one hand firmly on the back of the kneeling woman's head and the other proudly on his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86948332?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86948332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86948332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86948332' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86914544</id><published>2003-01-04T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T02:07:07.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: Which sexual position produces the ugliest children?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ask your mother.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between oral sex &amp; anal sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oral sex makes your day, anal sex makes your hole weak.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between a woman and Kentucky Fried Chicken?&lt;br /&gt;A: By the time you're finished with the breast and thighs, all you have left&lt;br /&gt;is the greasy box to put your bone in.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why doesn't Mexico have an Olympic team?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because everybody who can run, jump and swim are already in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between a bitch and a whore?&lt;br /&gt;A: A whore sleeps with everybody at the party, and a bitch sleeps with&lt;br /&gt;everybody at the party except you.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How does every ethnic joke start?&lt;br /&gt;A: By looking over your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Q:  What do you call the space between the vagina and the asshole?&lt;br /&gt;A:  A Chin Rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny and Little Susie were walking along a trail in the woods. Little Susie noticed that some of the animals were behaving oddly. "Little Johnny, why is that rabbit on top that other one?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny stops to consider his answer, and replies, "They're making cigarettes."&lt;br /&gt;"Cigarettes?" she says, as they continue walking along. Pretty soon they approach a couple of raccoons. Little Susie asked, "Are they making cigarettes too?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea," says Little Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Little Susie looks around and says, "it looks like all the animals are making cigarettes, why don't we make cigarettes?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was quick to say, "OK!"&lt;br /&gt;A hour or so later Little Johnny and Little Susie were walking out of the woods, when she asked, "Little Johnny, what kinda cigarettes did we make?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny stops to think about his answer, then replies, "Well if you get a hump in your belly it's a Camel, and if you don't it's a Lucky Strike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86914544?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86914544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86914544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86914544' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86913399</id><published>2003-01-04T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T01:29:21.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ViolinLadyJade [12:10 AM]:  Pattonville sux, Ritenour is better. &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:11 AM]:  ok, now this is me pretending to care   &lt;br /&gt;ViolinLadyJade [12:11 AM]:  man u r just so funny &lt;br /&gt;ViolinLadyJade [12:11 AM]:  my stomach hurts from laughing &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:11 AM]:  and this should be u realizing ur a loser for looking people up online, 2 years after you graduated to tell them their highschool sucks   &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:11 AM]:  so now tell me, what the hell are u so insecure about?   &lt;br /&gt;ViolinLadyJade [12:12 AM]:  Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;ViolinLadyJade [12:12 AM]:  And it hasnt been 2 years &lt;br /&gt;ViolinLadyJade [12:12 AM]:  Cant u count? &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:12 AM]:  right ur just a big fat loser with nothing to do on a friday night but bother people who are busy and important   &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:12 AM]:  now will that be all from miss ignoramus? or do i need to continue?   &lt;br /&gt;ViolinLadyJade [12:12 AM]:  I bet you are just so busy....cybering. &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:13 AM]:  yes thats its, im sure its hard for u to imagine anyone having sex in the real world, ur too busy fantasizing about 17 year old chicks on the net   &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:13 AM]:  now miss super cool highschool graduate, is there anything else i can help u with?   &lt;br /&gt;DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [12:14 AM]:  ya, ok thanx for wasting my time then, bye bye now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86913399?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86913399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86913399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86913399' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86913363</id><published>2003-01-04T01:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T01:28:29.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> VaradyV [1:09 AM]:  hello&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:09 AM]:  um hi   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:10 AM]:  r u busy &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:10 AM]:  i dont know, are u a middle aged fat man looking for some love?   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:11 AM]:  no i am a young tweerp looking for friends &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:11 AM]:  a younf twerp with a better half?   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:11 AM]:  no that is old &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:11 AM]:  iming me at one in the morning looking for "friends" interesting   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:11 AM]:  need to update &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:11 AM]:  sorry &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:11 AM]:  what  &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:12 AM]:  you cant believe that &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:12 AM]:  come on now &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:12 AM]:  give me some slacke &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:12 AM]:  oops &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:12 AM]:  maybe i could, except my screen name includes the wrods dominatrix and chick   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:12 AM]:  ok &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:12 AM]:  do you have a pic &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:12 AM]:  that spells alot more than "friend" to me   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:13 AM]:  what does it spell  &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:13 AM]:  of course i have a pic, the question is, do i have a pic for u   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:13 AM]:  ok if you want to be nice &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:13 AM]:  If i want to be nice, then waht?   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:13 AM]:  gee ur not very good at this   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:14 AM]:  how do u ever get anything?   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  come on i am a rookie &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  not very good &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  help me out &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:14 AM]:  a rookie, looking for a friend at 1 am   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  its my first time &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:14 AM]:  very interesting   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:14 AM]:  your first time doing what?   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  ok pal &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  looking for a friend at 1 in the morn &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:14 AM]:  ooo from friend to pal, even better   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  there you go &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:14 AM]:  buddy &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:15 AM]:  oh, u were suppsoed to note the sarcasm in my voice ther dear   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:15 AM]:  ooo my bad &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:15 AM]:  guess i couldnt hear that &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:15 AM]:  so can i see a pic  &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:15 AM]:  depends, what do i get?   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:16 AM]:  what do you want &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:16 AM]:  make me an offer i cant refuse   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:16 AM]:  my new 1 am pal   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:16 AM]:  you got me &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:16 AM]:  how about &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:16 AM]:  whatever your little heart desires &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:17 AM]:  i am like a genie &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:17 AM]:  to you &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:17 AM]:  your own personal one &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:17 AM]:  alright, now you're trying to hard   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:17 AM]:  but you only get one wish &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:17 AM]:  damn kids   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:17 AM]:  so the ball is in your court &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:17 AM]:  how old are you &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:17 AM]:  u know, u amateurs jsut dont do it for me   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:18 AM]:  maybe i am playing possim &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:18 AM]:  so im gonna take my 17 year old behind and go talk to people i actually know, if thats alright with u of course   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:18 AM]:  um u spelled possum wrong   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:18 AM]:  go with it sister &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:18 AM]:  i know &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:18 AM]:  i aint that smart &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:18 AM]:  im kinda stupid &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:18 AM]:  slow in the head &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:18 AM]:  i bet u aint that well hung either   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:19 AM]:  slow in the head, fast in the sack   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:19 AM]:  guess you wont know either &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:19 AM]:  it happens all the time, nothing for u to be insecure about   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:19 AM]:  guess you wont konw &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:19 AM]:  gee, wow, that could be a terminal loss in my life   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:19 AM]:  how could i ever recover from something so tragic?   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:19 AM]:  if you say so &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:19 AM]:  oh i know!   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:20 AM]:  lay it on me &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:20 AM]:  ull leave me alone n ill pretend i dont know someone as stupid as u exsists!   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:20 AM]:  bye bye now!   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:20 AM]:  so harsh &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:20 AM]:  and we never met &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:20 AM]:  ya, well, lifes a bitch...   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:20 AM]:  and so are you &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:20 AM]:  oh gee, my most sincere regrets to that   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:20 AM]:  ooo, and original too!   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:21 AM]:  why are you so mean &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:21 AM]:  what a piece of man meat u are   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:21 AM]:  hmmm, cuz people like u make it so easy!   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:21 AM]:  i wasnt trying to be mean &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:21 AM]:  neither am i, truthful is more like it   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:21 AM]:  if you didnt want to talk you should of said so &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:21 AM]:  and u know what htey say, the truth hurts   &lt;br /&gt; DoMiNaTRX CHiCK [1:21 AM]:  ok " i dont want to talk"   &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:22 AM]:  well have a good morning &lt;br /&gt; VaradyV [1:22 AM]:  bye now &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86913363?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86913363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86913363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86913363' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86913351</id><published>2003-01-04T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T01:28:03.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot 2 write about the nice "shindig" that i went to, well really me n melissa were the only ones that were feeling "shindig-y" Well we finished the lat of the bacardi at "pimpjuices" house, n we went to the store to buy some more. Well we were feeling pretty tipsy making assesout of ourselves at the store. Speaking in foreign accents every tiem someone walked by, totally classic! So we get back, me n melissa drank 3/4 of a liter or captain morgans in about a half hour, we were very smashed. This is all by 8:30 or so. It was classic. Apparently i kept showing people my boobs... Well melissa barfed all over the carpet, ive got a pic of her nocking her head against some crap in pimpjuices hosue, and we have some morning after shots. Of course the night wouldn't have been complete if a 29 year old black man hadn't tried desperatley to molest me, that would hav ebeen too easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86913351?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86913351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86913351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86913351' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-86912897</id><published>2003-01-04T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T01:12:58.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another one of my amazing stories unfolds...So for New Years Eve, me n Becca, one of my best friends, was in town for the break, decided to go to a hotel party with some friends from our old school. Well we got bored really quick, and one of my girlfriends showed up n we got the fuck out of there ASAP. Well we decidd to visit my other best friend, Melissa, at work. Turns out there was another party going on. Well, we went, becca n melissa got totally smashed. They were both trying to get on "Alpine guy" (John) for a 3some. Wel he had a g/f, but that didnt stop them from hitting on him. Melissa's b/f actually saw her kiss him n got all pissy. Eventually they left me n becca alone at this party with all these wierd people. Well while i was visitng melissa at lonestar,earlier that night, i noticed this hot ass guy, n i walked up to him n told him i was gonna bang him, since im not at all bashful. Well at the party i was hitting on him, and all the other cuties, by about 4 in the morning every1 was tired n wanted to go to bed, Nick ( tatoo guy) that i wanted to bang, ended up grabbing a sleeping bag n told me to grab the pillows. This was definitley a good sign. So, we ended up banging for a couple of hours. I lost count of how many times i faked it during the foreplay n by that time i was too sore to enjoy the booty. Well We were on the floor n people had to keep walking over us so we kept getting interupted. My friend and some guy were asleep on the floor across from us or sumthin, i must have kicked her in the head about five times while i was banging this guy, quite amusing i might add. Well i woke up the next morning thinking i should avoid the guy n pretended to be asleep as he left. Apparently one of the chicks at the party liked him, n found out we banged, n got all pissy. She wanted revenge. Well today melissa calls me n tells me that everyone was calling him a rapist due to the fact that i was 17 n he was 21, and not to mention the girl found a pic of us n blew it u n wrote rapist on it n passed it along to him. Well he was sick of being ridiculed all day so he said fuck you all and just out n left. SO i made some guy quit his job. Im so proud of myself! Too bad, he was really hot!!! I just love these stories, theyre the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-86912897?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86912897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/86912897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86912897' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-85663802</id><published>2002-12-07T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:18:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T'was the night before Christmas and all through the flat&lt;br /&gt;The techno was blaring, 'twas too loud to chat&lt;br /&gt;The rizlas were perched on the table with care&lt;br /&gt;And smoke full of chemicals soon filled the air&lt;br /&gt;We'd just been out clubbing, I truly was trashed&lt;br /&gt;My friends were all here and equally mashed&lt;br /&gt;We'd popped a few pills and we'd had a quick sniff&lt;br /&gt;And just settled down to a nice tasty spliff&lt;br /&gt;When out on the balcony rose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;We looked slowly up to see what was the matter&lt;br /&gt;I got to my feet and I swayed to the door&lt;br /&gt;And only occasionally fell on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I peered through the glass as I took a long puff &lt;br /&gt;The land glistened softly with rubbish and stuff &lt;br /&gt;When what to my wandering eyes should appear&lt;br /&gt;But a fat man in red and a team of reindeer &lt;br /&gt;He yelled and he ranted, gave each one a kick &lt;br /&gt;I knew in a second it must be Saint Nick &lt;br /&gt;He shrieked at each Reindeer and cursed them alike&lt;br /&gt;"F.uck you!" yelled Rudolph "we're going on strike!"&lt;br /&gt;T he reindeer did turn and soar into the sky&lt;br /&gt;And Santa growled something that wasn't goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watched as they went in a puff of pink smoke&lt;br /&gt;And vowed from now on to stay off of the coke&lt;br /&gt;As debris did settle St Nick turned around&lt;br /&gt;He swore as he angrily kicked at the ground&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a gesture that clearly implied&lt;br /&gt;He'd be very pleased if I let him inside&lt;br /&gt;I threw the doors open and ushered him in&lt;br /&gt;Invited him through with a welcoming grin&lt;br /&gt;"So where are our presents?" my smashed flatmate cried&lt;br /&gt;With a look of astonishment, Santa replied;&lt;br /&gt;"You seriously think you might be on my list?&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be kidding, you're taking the piss!&lt;br /&gt;Have you lot considered your actions this year?&lt;br /&gt;Stop being stupid and get me a beer."&lt;br /&gt;He opened a carling, but still looked depressed &lt;br /&gt;We asked him to tell us what made him so stressed&lt;br /&gt;"My reindeer have left me" he said with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;"Unless I have reindeer I've no way to fly!"&lt;br /&gt;"Now look here" I told him "we may not know much &lt;br /&gt;We don't help old ladies, kiss babies and such,&lt;br /&gt;But Santa, there's no need for you to despair&lt;br /&gt;We know how to get you back up in the air!"&lt;br /&gt;I chopped up a line with precision and skill&lt;br /&gt;And rolled him up neatly a $20 bill&lt;br /&gt;His face lit up quickly with real Christmas cheer&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps you kids WILL get some presents this year!" &lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word but got straight to his mission &lt;br /&gt;He snorted that line with wholehearted ambition&lt;br /&gt;Then Santa skinned up and he smiled as he puffed &lt;br /&gt;We knew that our stockings this year would be stuffed &lt;br /&gt;He sprang to the balcony, leapt from the railing &lt;br /&gt;Soared to the sky with his present-sack trailing&lt;br /&gt;I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-85663802?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/85663802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/85663802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85663802' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-85645536</id><published>2002-12-07T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:17:38.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i've had another one of my infamous adventures... My friend Melissa has a new b/f named ray, which is great for her, she really needs a new bitch :) But i'm single, my bitch just broke up with me. *tear* ya my ass! he was a freaking wierdo! He couldnt watch the light on his cell phone turn off?! He was really emotional and clingy and would get all pissy n quiet all the time! i've never known a guy to do that! His problem was, he thought being an emotional freak made him a nice guy! What the hell???! Well back to my adventure! So me n my friend are driving down I-55 north getting to her bitches house, i got set up with some guy named matt. Well, Melissa, as usual, was late so we had to haul ass to get down there on time n still make it to the movie. So we're doing something around 85 wan the van in front of us serves out of the lane, we think nothing of it. Then i see what looks like a big white box, but i keep my mouth shut, assuming that melissa sees it of course and plans on getting out of the way. Well i was wrong. So then i thought she would hit it to be funny. Well it fucking sucked cuz she didnt see it at all and was in denial of the fact that we had a flat. I'm pretty sure the only reason she stopped at all was to prove me wrong. Well not only did we have a huge gash in our tire, but we dented the rim, and later found out her back bumper had clipped it n the side popped off. Wel this had us laughing our asses off, like the sick demented fucks that we are. Sane people would have called for help, but us, we called random people to tel them how fucking funny it was. I also called this phil guy n told him i wanted to bang him, needless to say i got a possitive response. So anyway, finally we call the guys, we were only 5 mintues from our meeting point. Well they came, and started to fix it, but couldnt find her jack so we had to use matts. that didnt make it high enough to get the tire on so we had to abandon it n go get a diff jack! Well after another half hour we were all fixed, still wanted to continue our night. It was too late for a movie, so we went to denny's. I asked the waiter if he was stoned, n everyone got all pissy n thought he was gonna spit in our food(good thing he wasnt the one that made it.) Well after dinner, melissa had to kiss her bitch goodbye, n it was quickly getting akward so i shoved my tongue donw this guys throaght. Good kisser, i was atisfied, but melissa jsut wouldnt stop. So i dove back in, n he totally got into it. Wutever after that, we're driving home n melissa looks at me n says "the guy next to us is totally staring n freaking me out." i look over n he has these big eyes n looks like he gonna kil us. he was driving right next to us no matter what we did for about 2 miles. he was waving shit around in his car, im prety sure i saw a knife there. FInally we lost him after being all paranoid n pretending to talk on the cell phone while we got stuck at 2 red lights with him. Very interesting night ot say the least. We went back to our accident scene to try n figure out what we hit but by then it had been cleared off the road, so we couldnt even get a memento, well right now matt's coming over, so i have to make myself beautiful, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-85645536?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/85645536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/85645536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85645536' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-85193775</id><published>2002-11-27T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T17:16:30.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you snuck up on me, without my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;wont let me be! can i make it to college?&lt;br /&gt;u've ruined it all, or was it me?&lt;br /&gt;how selfish can i be?&lt;br /&gt;pretend i'm innocent, that it's not my fault...&lt;br /&gt;i'm a good girl, i had no part!&lt;br /&gt;but it looks like now i'm the lonely one...&lt;br /&gt;so much shit i haven't done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can't be over i won't allow it!&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't just forget it...&lt;br /&gt;a permanent fixture to my being...&lt;br /&gt;ill never get to see u leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nthe back of my mind you'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;sitting there, seeming ot criticize me!&lt;br /&gt;i'll never admit to it being my fault!&lt;br /&gt;that wouldn't be right, i was just youg at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im just in denial!&lt;br /&gt;i was young in heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;but my passion drove me, blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck, alone in this world forever.&lt;br /&gt;love another one, i'll never&lt;br /&gt;know what it's like to be cared about&lt;br /&gt;to feel needed without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;knowing i'm not being used,&lt;br /&gt;not having to be confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wont get to do,&lt;br /&gt;all because of stupid you!&lt;br /&gt;so forget my life, forget forever&lt;br /&gt;having felt some true love never...&lt;br /&gt;to sulk alone in all my pain&lt;br /&gt;just because i fell for your game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-85193775?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/85193775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/85193775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85193775' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-78521741</id><published>2002-07-03T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T15:26:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had a nice long post going and forgot to save it so its gone, i guess you're gonna miss some of the details till later! Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-78521741?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78521741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78521741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78521741' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-78385444</id><published>2002-06-30T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:28:57.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As i posted the last ummm post, my mom bitched to her friend about my sleeping habits. Ahhhh to live in my world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-78385444?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78385444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78385444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78385444' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-78385408</id><published>2002-06-30T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T15:27:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U know, I can't wait to go to NY. No one in my house thinks its kool to wake up after 8 o clock. They(my parents) came home last night, drunk, at one in the morning. They came home, i went to bed to escape any drunken conversation they could have had with me. I don't understnad how people live on those few hours of sleep. So i bitched out my mother this morning and, child, let me tell u, it got ugly. Actually it was hilarious. I was fighting back the tears of fury as she explained to me, in russian, that "i have to wait till you get up in order to clean, and after 11 o clock i just end up having too much other stuff to do." So i'm sittign there thinking: oh so u then end up going back to sleep and waking up at 2 in the afternoon and getting all pissed off because the day is gone. SO i asked her to explain to me the need to scream into the phone at 8 in the morning, a frequent occurence at my house. Get ready for this. "I get bored, i don't have anything else to do." I told her to buy me ear plugs and i guess she wanted to amaze me with her knowledge by saying "you hear with your entire ear, covering up the hole won't help." Maybe shootingme ear off will damnit!!!! If you would like to make a donation to the Dina Needs Peace Foundation email me, use the link at the top cuz html can lick my scrotum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-78385408?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78385408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78385408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78385408' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-78364092</id><published>2002-06-29T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T18:35:41.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will this tormentative (new word i just made up?) day never end? I have been bored off my ass n i need some shit to do! I've just been inspired to start up my own page with all the words i make up daily because of my lack of vocabulary, or rather the english languages lack of kool vocabulary. 2 new words in one paragraph! Go me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-78364092?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78364092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78364092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78364092' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-78355802</id><published>2002-06-29T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T13:03:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So get this, just the other day my dad was driving and he flipped his van over. Apparently his back wheels skidded, he ended up in the wrong lane, had to avoid crashing into someone else and tried to swerve back into his lane. Well, he swerved too far, caught his wheel on the curb and the van flipped upside down. All of his back windows broke. This ended up being lucky because the van has power windows and doors so he would have been stuck unless he manually broke a window. He called the cops and the police car got stuck too, so the tow truck ended up having to pull them both out. Aaaahhhh isn't life just grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-78355802?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78355802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78355802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78355802' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605629.post-78355215</id><published>2002-06-29T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T12:38:53.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I have found a place to release my hate and annoyance of the mainstream world! Societymay forever be changed because of my harsh yet realistic opinions. Yeah Right! This is just a good place to bitch and let out all of the insane drama that goes on in my world. Two best friends, and an ex who I'm sleeping with, who is also trying to get into both of their pants. A highschool senior who  cannot not escape the torment of freshman and sophmores trying to get into her pants and find a nice guy to bang. Isn't life a bitch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3605629-78355215?l=deespot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78355215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3605629/posts/default/78355215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deespot.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78355215' title=''/><author><name>Dina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02213324837746225116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
