Demure is Overrated!
26 Jan
Must. Stop. Clicking.
Make your own Hamster Fighting Machine!
Crayola Emos: I really like this one. You Gotta Click on the Permalink to get to these links… I am hating WP right now.
26 Jan
Yesterday I ranted on a bit about this gal and her fucked up ways.
She mentioned how most people pick their mate because they like the same things and the fireworks are not a real big factor. I feel this illustration pretty much sums up the problem I have with that logic.
26 Jan
| You were born on a Thursday. | |
| Your star sign is Capricorn. | |
| The season was Winter. | |
| You are 39 years, 0 months, 24 days old. | |
| It is 342 days until your next Birthday. | |
| You are 14,268 days old. | |
| You are approximately 342,455 hours old. | |
| You are approximately 1,232,841,110 seconds old.* | |
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25 Jan
I cannot figure out this whole “read the rest of the article thing…” I haven’t used wordpress in a million years and Textpattern made it easy.
That said I apologize for the REALLY long article that follows this one. I am open to suggestions from Wp users. Perhaps it is something easy and i do not have to do something in the code. Meh. I am tired of code. I deal with code at work.
Jen
25 Jan
As promised, a few words on this article.
Women like this are such a freakin’ delight.
Carrie Jones hasn’t had sex with her husband Hal, a City banker, for the past four years. Nor does she want to. Sex is something she can no longer summon the effort to endure – with the man she married, at least.
She confesses, she will probably abandon her husband and begin a sexual odyssey to find the satisfaction that eludes her.
This article goes on and Carrie to explains it isn’t just her feeling this way. All her girlfriends feel the same way too! All of them have children and simple do not want to fuck their husbands anymore. She believes thousands of women feel the same way she does and would just as soon never get it on with their lawfully wedded husbands. You know, the ones they basically swore infront of god, family, and the legal system to fuck for as long as they both shall live or he can get it up, whichever comes first.
She tells us that she and hubby Hal just clicked brilliantly when they met. Loved the same art, movies, books, blah blah blah.
Like most successful long-term partnerships, our relationship wasn’t built on sex or passion. At best, sex was simply fine.
She believes that marriage and motherhood are simply not conducive to having a sex life at all.
What does this bitch do for stress relief?
Maybe she finds it around some lunch table with other prissy bitches mothers so devoted to their children’s stability that they have become celibate. At these lunches they vent all that pent up sexual frustration by slamming latte and whining about their neutered husbands.
The idea of having to go through a week sans sex, much less 4 goddamn years, is enough to give me hives. I will say this, Carrie. I have sex. A great deal of it. I have managed to provide a stable home for my children as well as producing smart, well adjusted, affectionate, behaved children. Carrie, are you listening to me?? I was with their father for ten years. He may have some less than charitable things to say about me, but not getting well and properly screwed is not one of them. I have been with their step-father for nearly two years, the youngest child was 3 when we got together. He will be the first to admit he gets far more ass than he knows what to do with.
How is it possible that this has occurred, Carrie? Dear God in heaven! I have twice the number of children you do, probably make less money than you and your husband and somehow I manage to be a good mom and have a healthy sex life! Either you are monumentally lazy and self centered or I am the most unique female on the planet. While I am The Shit, I am not a singularity or even a peculiarity, so that leaves you with lazy and self centered.
Some people put themselves first, have affairs or simply leave their marriages in search of sexual adventure. I’ve chosen to sacrifice sexual thrills in order to do the right thing by my kids
This shit pisses me off to no end, folks. This is what is wrong with the world! The proof that this bitch is a narcissistic hag? She is writing a fucking book about this! She is so concerned with her kids being stable and well adjusted that she is having her picture taking by the media and writing a fucking book! Yes, she is Mother of the Year material.
It gets better:
Unbelievably, her poor, unsuspecting husband is not only unaware of her plans to leave him. He also, she insists, has no idea that she has written a book or posed for these pictures. She seems as confident of him not finding out as she is that he is understanding of her feelings.
“There’s a general understanding between us that I’m keeping the family unit together,” she says. “Children need to be brought up by parents in a monogamous marriage. I wouldn’t want to blow that apart, and I certainly wouldn’t want the burden of being a single parent.
“I know from taking the kids on holiday on my own once when Hal was working that having sole responsibility for them is exhausting”
She goes on to talk about nearly cheating on her husband with an old flame after finding him online. She spent months with sexy emails and phones calls. Planned to go see him and get her freak on but alas he found a local piece of ass and her stale shit was just not good enough. Pobrecita. She was devastated and confessed everything to her husband, poor stupid Hal. You remember him? The one who’s balls she has in her purse. Well, Hal held her and let her cry. At this point in the article I had to vomit.
What does she say about other women and and woman writers who profess to having great sex?
Carrie admits that part of her envies those authors who claim to be having lots of sex and, more significantly, love it. The other part of her just doesn’t believe them.“I do wonder if they are just writing what they think the audience wants to hear,” she says. “I read their accounts of wild sex lives and then ponder my own sexual encounters and wonder: ‘Where was the fun, the screaming ecstasy, the fireworks?’”
Sweetie, they make pills for what is wrong with you. Call a doctor.
Her book is titled: Cutting Up Playgirl: A Cheerful Memoir Of Sexual Disappointment, by Carrie Jones
I see the first cause of her sexual disappointment in the title. The only people who read Playgirl for arousal are gay males. Pick better pr0n or better yet, scope of the baseball players on TV. Mmm good.
I could go on and on, Carrie and say more obvious things about how you are the epitome of everything wrong with the “Modern Woman” but I will refrain. I am tired and I have to get my three daughters in bed, load the dishwasher, take a long hot bath, and then fuck the smart out of my husband.
It is all about the priorities, sister.
25 Jan
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24 Jan
Our fearless former President Bill Clinton has this whole shtick he pulls whenever he feels like making a point. He says, “Shame on you!” and does it like a parent talking to a child or a dog owner talking to a puppy that just pissed on the floor. Complete with righteous indignation and pointing his claw he says it, nice and slow and southern. “Shayum On Yewww”
I always wait for the bolt of lightning to shoot from the heavens and incinerate him. My first thought is, “Who this fuck is this guy to say Shame On You?” Then I realize this asshole knows more about shameful things than anyone else I can call to mind.
24 Jan
“Sybil Britney goes in her bedroom as one person, comes out as another.”
Seems Britney invited a bunch of paps into her house sans cameras, of course, drinking, eating and having fun. Goes into her bedroom, changes clothes and returns to the crowd screaming like a maniac wanting to know why they are there and who let them in. via: WWTDD
Britney was hanging outside a Beverly Hills Elementary School chain smoking and talking to herself for a while. Then tells the teacher “I am here to pick up my kids. Uhm not my kids, my lawyer’s kids” or some shit like that. Wtf? via: The Superficial.
24 Jan
