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Watching: The View Last entry deleted because I say a lot of things before I think them through. Watching these women, makes me realize I don't have to be angry at anything, they can do it all for me. Hey, peeps I really love you all.
thank you for the tip nik, I just bought my copy of Jesus Christ Superstar. It was the best version of the show I have ever seen. Maybe it was because I watched it just after I did the confession thing, but ask Violaine how excited I was that they had a rock opera on tv of jesus. I felt like a fool, because, I remembered the old one... but, man I never realized how close the relationship was between jesus and judas... only to learn from this woman at work... she winked at me and said, oh you mean the Judas Kiss? DUH! sometimes I wonder how I even function... On another note, I dont want to go to work either, but I know I have to... I just want to get over this hump... didnt do anything today, no writing... worked on the site, but it's still shitty... oh, well.
So, I went to confession the other night. Yeah, I know... and I didn't burn when I dipped my fingers in the holy water. I think the coolest thing about going to confession for me, was the fact that I actually did it face to face with the priest. After sitting there, looking at him and saying yes to the list of sins he stated, I sorta laughed and said, so I guess I'm going to hell? I wont go into our conversation, but suffice it to say, this guy wasn't afraid to bring up masturbation... and the internet. I basically laughed again, secretly inside sorta laugh. Needless to say, it was a good experience. I know I pretty much poopoo a lot of things, I just found that this conversation was fairly interesting.
and woohoo... working on a new look for bastardgenres, but it's driving me insane.
I was told this is the one story I need to finish, so... tell me what you think of it... please.
The cars move so fast ... and no one wants to stop... Shit, I have my shorts on and the tank that Hank said showed off my titties... I hated it when he called them that, but I hated it even more that he named them. I'd wake up to him licking the nipple and whispering against the bump... "I love you Misty...." bite the right nipple and say, " you were bad today Susie" Putting the CD in of Alanis Morisette, I danced to the beat and kept an eye out for someone to pick me up. I had to get away from this town. Find another guy to give me what I need in life, not have me work and support him and his drinking habit. My mom didn't raise Mary Agnes Flortina to be some guys whore. The sun had set and I was getting ready to just walk back into town, back home to the mother and the life with Hank, cuz obviously men didn't want me ... didn't like the way I looked or moved or whatever. I kicked a stone across the highway and turned around just as this bitchen black Porsha pulled up. The god behind the wheel called to me... I'm not sure, if this really happened, but it felt as though he got in my head and willed me to walk to him. I did... I had nothing else and no where else to go ... and hell, this was way too good to be true. I leaned on the door and asked where he was going. Instead of waiting for his answer I opened the door, and placed the duffel bag at my feet. He leaned over and locked the door. His hand sliding over my legs, as he moved back to the stick shift. Goose bumps erupted over my legs as his icy fingers met my skin. We drove off, the radio blaring a dark gothic mix of music, wind blowing my curly red hair around my head and shoulders. Flicking me in the face hard, but the wind felt good. It felt like I had found my ticket out of the town and a fast ticket at that. We didn't talk for hours, but I felt him in me. I'd look over and see a smile on his profile or one time we were going about 180 and he was staring into the moon. As though he would float out of his seat at any minute. He wasn't even looking at the road, but we were going steady in the same spot... I couldn't take my eyes off the spot he was staring ... and he started talking. A soothing small whisper, tinged with an accent... "I thank you, Love, for every pain and torment, and I am happy now for every sorrow. I am happy for what I have suffered, Master in your marvelous kingdom; since in your kindness, so undeserving, you have given me such a promise, since you have made me worthy of such a blessed smile that has carried my heart to paradise. I thank you, Love." I didn't want to take my eyes off his beautiful face, the way his hair whipped around his neck and shoulders black strands revealing the perfect marble white of his face. He turned to look at me, his dark black eyes, burning into my unblinking baby blues, and spoke once more. "Those lovely eyes have carried my heart to paradise, where I saw you, Love, hidden in your growing flames. O shining eyes that have taken my heart, where do you obtain such sweet power?" Was he actually speaking to me? Mary Agnes Flortina? This god in a Porsha and why is he staring at me... Driving as fast as he is in the darkness...but, I don't care ... just please don't stop this. My heart was beating a mile a minute, half-afraid that we would drive off the road, and the other half afraid that he would stop talking to me and I would wake up from a dream. A dream I am sure is caused by the music we are listening to. That's what was going through my mind, as he recited the words, his cool hand moving to caress my hot cheek, speaking... I am sure, Italian... "Io ti ringrazio, Amore." I finally broke the gaze, in time to see the flashing red lights behind us. We were flying over the desert at 195 miles an hour...and I had to nudge my dark god, hell I didn't even know his name. "uh... sir? There is a cop behind us ... Maybe you should think about looking at the road and not me, and probably pull over for him? It's just a thought..." "Si...ah... yes." His hand remained on my cheek, as we skidded to a stop on the side of the road. His eyelashes fluttered, as he bent to kiss me on the lips, and I could do nothing but sit in my seat. I must have closed my eyes, because the next thing I know my hand is on my cheek and he is gone. I look into the rearview mirror and see him kissing the cop. I blink twice and take my hand off my cheek, looking over my shoulder, I see my God with his arms around the cop. What a way to get out of a speeding ticket. I see the cop digging into my Gods shoulders his head leaning back and then the arms falling to his sides. My mouth drops open, when I see the cop fall to the ground and the God walking back to the car. He slides into the seat and all I can do is let my hand fall onto his thigh, my God is dressed in tight black jeans and a white cotton shirt. He starts the car and we are flying off again. I just thought of the cop yesterday, after my God took his first sip from me, and I realized... The cop was my savior. We drove all night, and I wasn't sure where we were headed, but I knew one thing for sure and that was that I would never have to live in that damn town again, I would never have to care for my mother or worry about Hank hitting me. I knew that I was here for his pleasure, and I got pleasure from giving him what he wanted. And, where I ended up would be anybody's guess, but hell...it's better than waitressing at some hole in the wall.
ok, so here's my crummy mug so you can see what I look like. I've been hearing a few people say they'd want me to rig the contest so they could win, just know the bag doesnt go over my head... so, do you want this mug? do you want to win?
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