Might Get Lonely, Give Me A Bunny

Ho, I spent the whole day dreaming about my dream boy again.
Maybe I should stay away from boys for the time being, okay so that's kinda a lie.

I should get out and have a social life. Get to know friends of friends instead of being so stuck on settling for school boys because I label not having a reason to know someone as desperate. I'm afraid of meeting new people in big groups actually cause most of the time I end up not even remembering their name at all. I also feel more secure if I know the person through some stable form of connection rather than I-met-him-at-a-party.
That should change.

I should be out partying like everyone else instead of waiting for Mr right to come when I only meet dickheads and think I'm in love, ooo princess fairy land, happily ever after.
Eesh, I ought to get real.

I am going to study hard while having scandalous flings, maybe I'll meet a real boy who will give me his heart and put me in his pocket.
Not a blow-up doll, not a coin operated boy, not a personal message buddy, not director who plants what you want and not a toilet brush.
A real boy.

Preferably skinny, tall, adorable, humorous, has good tongue, has mod hair, has good pair of shoes, has a dress sense, loves to rock and roll, sings, dances, confident, shy, has a kid in him, watches cartoons, lives on sugar, not sickly, drinks, gets drunk, good in bed, makes breakfast, does the laundry, loves his mum, plays the guitar, writes me love notes and songs, 'gilar' mosher, can kick ass, happy having 20 bucks on a date, honest, contented, who wants to buy me a flat, a photographer and NOT hairy!
Oh wait this is my dream boy.

NON EXISTENT DREAM BOY!!!
Eesh, I'm getting sick in the head.

Loud Loud Le Kitties

The 3rd day in a row I hear sweet cats making sexy love outside from my window.
TODAY IT AIN'T SEXY!

It sounds like humans making mmmeow-mi sounds while getting sodomised with a pineapple!
So I Googled "cats mating". And I finally got my answer to something no one could answer me!

So Cats...
First they take their time to get to know each other better. The male will sniff the female’s genitals. If it smells well, he’ll stay with her. If she likes him, she’ll roll and present her hindquarters.
Then he will grasp her in her neck and mount her. She’ll twitch her tail aside. That’s the end of the foreplay of cats. Mating itself takes less than ten seconds. The tom will ejaculate, and the queen will make a frightening call, caused by the spines of the penis.

Damn. I don't want to be a fluffy cat in the future anymore.

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Your teenage years are the only years you can screw up and might still able to get back on track and all you have to do is blame it on your hormones. 18, ain't so teenage already; well maybe for a boy it is.

Caution: NOT ADVISABLE FOR ANYONE TO GO REALLY WILD AND BECOME A SCREW-UP. DON'T DO DRUGS! DON'T WASTE THE YEARS IN THE EDUCATION SYSTEM! I'm definitely not asking you to do something you'll regret for life or do something that'd get you into jail of course.

Seductive Saturday Sun-rises

I've been happily lazing around with the soft morning sun seeping through the curtains, shining through my this time fugly-ly deep purple dyed (seemingly more brown) hair.

Curling up in a blanket never feels as good as on Saturday mornings with my timely clocked trip-hop CD played at the usual 8.
Saturday mornings are so reserved for sex or poking noses with a orgasmic man in this sensual relaxed mood. A French-y vineyard kinda mood, off white sheets, the fall brown trees, tea in classic China sets and clothes sprinkled all over. Hooo~
Lets all make love.