Current Man of My Sexual Fantasies Dreams

Weep Not For The Memories

I lost someone close to me this week. A woman who was like a mother to me. An aunt, a friend, a mentor. A rock of strength and a beacon of warmth. A true inspiration. Words are not working here...they sound shallow and pointless. You had to have known her. I can not begin to explain the depth of my sadness. Just the thought of never seeing her again brings me to tears.

The funeral was on the street where I grew up, just two blocks from the very beach where our families played when we were very young. It was like being transported in time; at once wonderful and painful, comforting and agonizing. My heart is heavy, literally, I can feel its weight in my chest. It hurts to breathe.

I hugged her children before the service, grown-ups now with kids of their own. We still play together on holidays, but now there is an uncertainty. What will we do now? She was the glue, they know that. How lucky they were to have her as their mother. They know that too. I tried to be strong, to not cry. When one of them whispered to me, "Oh how she loved her Brookie," I broke down - just fell to pieces. I know though, that I was lucky to have her in my life. Not just have her in my life, but be loved by her. I take pride in that - that she loved me as one of her own. I have been blessed.

I weep not for the memories. I weep for not having her with me to share my future. I am selfish. I know this. I want her here with me, with all of us.

I want to be better. I want to be like her. And I will be. I just wish she were here to see it.

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May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Like I Needed A Quiz to Tell Me This

You Are a Bad Girl

You are 30% Good and 70% Bad You're a total bad girl, from your wild hair to tattooed toes. But you're too badass to even care if you're labeled "bad"!

Actually my toes aren't tattooed, but my bad-ass is. Thank you.

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

What I Learned in School This Week

About fire safety:
Remember Ms. Wose, never play with mattresses.

About the vocabulary word "coincidence":
I know a coincidence, Ms. Wose! My daddy and her daddy are getting out of jail on the same day! That's a coincidence!

About how to spell the word "but":
giggle giggle giggle

The Colors of Ms. Wose

When I asked her why the two pictures, she said, "This one is with your skin....

and this one is you with my skin."

My Celebrity Look-alikes

See which celebrities you look like.
Comments not included.

I Have Nothing to Say

That is all.

Free Hugs

To offset my previous hate-filled rant - a little love.
Bet you cry.
Read about Free Hugs here.

10 Things I Hate About You

An open letter to the Sunshine State.

1. I hate the way you are so fucking hot all the time. Enough already. Change your fucking seasons and get with the program. Walking from the front door to the car should not turn me into a sweaty mess every morning. Try spending some time below 90 degrees for a kicky change of pace.


2. I hate your lousy pay wages. The concept of Sunshine Dollars - crappy pay for the privilege of living in your crappy state - is a bunch of crap. And stop patting yourself on the back for not having state taxes. You tax the shit out of everything else to make up for it on a daily basis.
   


3. I hate your drivers. You have four kinds: those who are too old, those who can't speak or read the language, those who are visiting and don't have a clue where they are going, and those who are talking on their cell phones. And they all suck.


4. I hate your politicians. Particularly your governor - who has stolen elections for himself and his big brother. His right hand twat - who helped him and is now being kicked to the curb. This tool - who is quoted as saying, 'I start out with a basic assumption, that the president knows more than I do, and I trust his judgment.' And let's not forget your latest prize: is he a drunk? A gay man? A victim of the clergy's lascivious ways? You decide, cause he sure can't.


5. I hate the way you ruined Fall for me. It was always my favorite season. Now every year I live in fear of the dreaded H word. For that you suck.
   


6. I hate that everybody is so shallow and obsessed with youth, looks, money, and working out. There is more to life than muscle mass and fat percentage. Guys, stop looking in the mirror and try reading a book. You might learn something. Like you're going to be old someday and nobody will care what you looked like. Or that most girls here are not interested in your looks anyway, just your bank account.
   


7. I hate that you spend as little as possible on education. Nationally, you rank 29th for teacher salaries, 38th in per pupil spending, and 43rd in class size. In short, you are creating a generation of citizens who will have a bottom-of-the-barrel education.


8. I hate that you are the only state that explicitly prohibits adoption by gay and lesbian individuals and same-sex couples. And yet in your typical hypocritical fashion, you allow these same people to foster your unwanted children. They can't adopt them and give them a real sense of family, oh no, that would be wrong. So not only do you discriminate against gays and lesbians, but you also punish children who have no families.


9. I hate the fact that blue land crabs run around the streets threatening me with their big claws and making me scream like a little girl. Leave me alone! Go back to the ocean where you belong you dumb freaks! I hate you!
   


10. I hate that there are no rights for tenants so it's ok for my landlord to suddenly decide to jack up my rent by $200. Thanks asshole! Jersey, here I come!

All Quiet on the Jersey Shore