Question:
what are you going to do? fire me? ooops can't do that!
or maybe you'll ruin my credit record. opps done.
or take away my son. oh shit. too late.
or maybe you'll scar my repuation. good luck. you can't possible do a better
job at that than i have done.
but wow these are such good people.
how dare i claim that i have tried to do good?
but the record stands. i know what i tried to do.
and i'm no where near done.
what i have, the most valuable thing, you can't EVER take away.
and if someone does try and kill me,
i'm sure it will hurt, but they will make me a household name.
Answer:
I believe that I have also tried to get to know ya. I don't post that
much as many of you know, but I try to stay in touch w/ some of you. I
guess I'm just one of those innocent people who always gets hurt on the
computer because I become too emotional about people and I try to help
them and get my feelings involved and then they come back and say..."Hey,
I'm not who you thought I was, etc." Make me feel great. Looks like I
may be another one w/ SUCKER written on his face, but occationally I come
out on top. Anyways...sorry to bore the board w/ this stuff. Just trying
to relate w/ people.
every man i've dealt with, well not every one, but most of them, in the past
few years except st. johnny and scary gary, i've met out here. i can't resist a
man who adores me and some of you are so excellent and i get carried away and
then they hate me because suddenly they realize they actually, well it's a long
story. and they never really hate me. i still talk to most of them here and
there. just the one in NYC hates me because an old girlfriend of his had been
murdered right around when timmy was murdered and he wrote to me and i was
like 'wow an old boyfriend of mine was murdered. now we have so much in
common!' and he was pissed. he was even going to come see me again. i forbid
it. one chance. one chance. and are you kidding he LOVED my ass. no woman EVER
challenged him like i did it was great. such a dominant man. AH HA HA. not in
my hands. ah ha ha it was great. i was way more fun then. but i'm getting it
back. god i'm so submissive but i am so dominant too. anyway i got all that
worked out. i'm gonna be both like i always was. but there is something about
having a lord and master that simply enthrobs me. i just want to love a man
that much i mean i want to worship a man. a god. *my* god. and i would be his
whore and only his. yummy
talk about getting carried away so many men can't even fix the sweeper let
alone perform the duties of a god .. oh the responsiblity. so i worship from
afar certain men who seem more that fit. and i can only handle one god at a
time. so i don't know. people think i'm *insane* for wanting this incredible
out-of-body love. boy and if they settled for less, they hate me for saying
this shit. betty would be like 'you want a man who is perfect (translation:
would be seen with a fat girl in public) and they don't exist'
and i was like, fine. then i'll be alone. i found a letter she wrote to russel
while cleaning. AND I FOUND A COPY OF EASY RIDER MAGAZINE WITH WHORES TRULY IN
THERE. yep. with my shirt pulled up over my bare breasts, but my pinky fingers
are extended. i look so dainty despite my half-nakedness. but it is so funny. i
had short curly hair. oh the poopy was sooo mad at me. he let me cruise around
on his sportster. i and i went and got vicki and drove around all day and went
to the chopper shack (that sold t-shirts that say 'i'm a fucking maniac' that i
loved to wear on the bus and you bet i did and people would 'gasp' oh i mean we
were funny') anyway, so this dude is like, 'let me take some pictures of you
two girls' and we did. took our shirts off and cruised up and down rt. 51 while
he took pictures. the poopy heard about it before i had a chance to tell him.
but he was only pissed because i wasn't allowed to have passengers but it was
easy. i rode my sister around too. hey i was a cool girlfriend. when he was
too drunk to walk, i could actually carry him on my shoulder. too drunk to
drive, i could ride his skooter home for him. man. see? no credit.
