Life is about love. That all important special someone. I'm a romantic, shoot me. An idealist. I would love to be. I have realism to though baby. I buy into all this nice stuff for so long, then my cynical side comes and gives me a big huge kick in the ass, and reminds me that the world isn't so damn rosey after all. Prepare myself for a fall before the world does it for me. Oh yes my friends, that is how I think. Anyway, not making much sense here, as I was saying. I do like to bel...
What is a friend exactly? The concept of friends confuses me. I recieved an e-mail today. You know one of them stupid, pass this on to so many people and they will be your true friends. This e-mail stated that we only ever had eight true friends. Eight? Hmmm....I don't know if I buy this. I guess it is all about what we consider a friend to be. We have friends for different reasons, on all different levels. We have people that will listen to us. We have people who entertain us. We ...
The internet. A great invention. Opening the doors to hundreds of different worlds. Thousands of different sites. Millions of different people. We all here at JU use it to the best of our advantage. Having said that, the internet comes with its own stigma. You see you are a nameless, faceless person. It allows those of us that maybe are slightly socially retarded, something to hide behind. A chance to create something new for themselves. So the people using the internet either have ...
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I want your money. I don't really like you that much, but as I've put up with you for so long, I've let you touch me in an intimate way, I've laughed at your unfunny jokes, I've washed your clothes, met your friends, held your hand, for all these reasons and many more, I deserve a share in your money. I'm not going to date you for long, just long enough to get your feelings involved, so your heart flutters ever so slightly when you see me, just so that you reach the point where you're achin...
Life is all about reactions, reactions and emotions. Here is one of my many philosphies on life, if someone can get any kind of reaction out of you, whether it be love, hate, vomiting, this person is having a profound effect on your life. Ok, so I'm sure that won't go down as one of the most philosophical quotes of all time, but you get my drift. People you care about make you mad, insanely mad, because they can. Because you let them get that close, that they are given the tools from whic...
Hugh Hefner, the playboy founder. Every man wants to be him, and every lady wants to be one of his girlfriends. Or so he would like you to think . Though an alarming amount want to join his hareem it would appear. He is never short of a lady or two on his arm. His seven girlfriends have been reduced to three due to unrest between the ladies. I don't know how that could be! Surely they should just be glad they had the opportunity to be with him in the first place. Surely the title of ...
We are all fully aware of female prostitution. Some of us don't have a problem with it, and actually embrace the fact you can go out and pay for sex, other people have moral issues with it. That you don't know what diseases these girls have, that it just disrespects women in so many different ways. This is a predominately male thing to do. It is rare to hear of male prostitutes, though they do exist. There was a debate on tv about the females who were going to Bangkok to use male prostit...
I am very self aware. Maybe to much sometimes. I know I'm not perfect. I'm far from it, and I wouldn't want to be, that's the truth. To be perfect would mean I wouldn't have what people consider to be my bad points. Them bad points make me who I am, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I enjoy arguments, I see them as a form of debating, and I find it good fun. I am very opinionated, I just about have an opinion on everything, and it can get very tedious. I'm moody. I'm very stubbor...
I have a hangover, yuckuy, yuck, yuck. We went out for my sisters birthday last night. We went to a restaurant, and had a meal, it was nice. The food wasn't excellent, but I'm a fussy eater and the others seemed to enjoy it, so it must have just being me. My sister had to go home after the meal because she had Maddy Mae, and a few of us went to a club for some dancing. So here's my usual rant about when I go clubbing. Why do men think it's ok to grab my ass? Please someone tell me. Be...
No matter what sexuality you are, it is something you are born with, right? It isn't a choice of a lifestyle, you like men, or you like women. Someone doesn't grow up and suddenly think, oh I'm going to like men now. That for me isn't how it works. In the early years of deciding sexual orintation, maybe you are a little confused, maybe society tells you, you should like people of the opposite sex, and to fit in you do so. Deep down inside you know what you really like though, how can you...
The title of this just amused me. I've written a few articles about how womens roles are different, and their views to sex are different, so I won't get to far into it. Comments like "Women have less sex than their Grans did" really does bring home just how times of changed. My Mum thinks at twenty one, I should be in a long term relationship, considering settling down, doing all the things she did. She was pregnant with my sister at eighteen, had her second baby at twenty one, and then m...
I'm starting this article, and already considering deleting it. That can't be good huh? I like to protect myself you see. My feelings, my emotions. So I build these barriers, these barriers where I don't give my full self away, I give most of it, but I keep a little bit for myself. You know, just in case. Hurt is a pain in the ass. I'm in a strange mood tonight. I know I shouldn't be writing this blog. I know I shouldn't be...but I can't seem to stop. There are things bothering me, ...
If I'm honest I have to say I'm a bit of a Daddies girl. I love my Dad. The only man that will never let me down right? My Dad is the most laid back guy I know. I suppose living with four women he has had to be. He avoids arguments at all costs. He does as he's told, and it's all in aid of an easy life. My Dad became my Mums pet a long time ago. She says jump, and he says, "how high?" Maybe I'm exaggerating slightly, but only slightly. At the moment my Parents are decorating the hou...
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