So tonight I want to talk(briefly) about how stupid men and women are. I mean really. Who established the whole "call too much rule?" And when did it become suddenly so cool for men and women to be dishonest with those they are supposed to be dating?

The reason why I mention this is that I have this friend who is in one of these dumb dating typed situations. Basically she asked my boyfriend to do a favor. The guy she is "dating" is an old high school buddy of ours. We're going to San Francisco tonight, and against my BF's advisory, I asked if she wanted to go along.

She says
Her request was to call him up, and let him know that we were going, and to see if he wanted to go. They had plans to hang out that night. She had tried to call him earlier that evening, and ended up leaving a message.

He says(to the BF over the phone)
Hanging out tonight was very tenative. I just got home, and I have been training tonight for my soccer league(at college). I didn't really think she was planning on seeing me...

She says
He was supposed to see Scary Movie Two with me last night, and I called him from my friend's cell phone to ensure that the plans still held and he told me he went to see the movie with his cousins. HE DID SAY WE WOULD BE HANGING OUT TONIGHT!!!

I say
When was the last time he called you unprovoked?

She says
Last Friday or something.

I think
If you can't remember when he called last, that's a bad sign.

I don't know what to think about this. WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG? And another thing. You men use that cyrptic language that no woman understands. I know because my boyfriend still tries to do it. This is the most frustrating thing about men. If men would just stop and say "Hey, I don't really want to see you again" sure it would be quick and painful but the ideal word is QUICK.

So I love this whole archive thing. I started this whole bit a little over twenty four hours ago, and yet I have an archives link. Shew. Hopefully someone will let me know that they are in fact reading this, and I can get a archive going, because I know that someone wants more.

But I think I have better things to do than this, like studying. I got about fourteen pages further, which still leaves me with about fourty five more. Damn. No more summer school after this.

So I wanted to talk about this family wedding thing I am going to in about twenty days. I am pretty scared. I have never met these people who I call family, I don't know if this will be another emotionally scarring event, or maybe the greatest discovery yet in my life. I mean, this is my Dad's side of the family, and I have never met them. My mom's side of the family we aren't exactly close with. Too many arguments about what to do with the inheritance of about five acres in a very well established area of my home town.

Tonight my boyfriend told me that there would be no discussions of the personal side of our relationship here. As I write this he says "HEY" as though I am getting too close to comfort. I don't understand men. I openly express this. My boyfriend isn't one of "them." He is a rare exception to the rule. We'll just call him Rooks. So Rooks is a lot like me. That's why I like him. Other men and I don't really mix. In fact, I mix really well with little to no one. But it doesn't worry me.

So, if you're anti-social, posses unusual inteligence, or are just maybe even a little crazy, don't worry. I promise that there is a special place in this world for you. And when I find mine, I'll be sure to e-mail you the addy.

Love
Tang Grrl

Please Be Careful With Me, I am Sensitive and I'd Like to Stay That Way

Okay, so maybe last night I was going off on a mental tangent. And maybe this is really bad, because I am not at class at all right now. It's okay, my ears hurt, and I think I need to see a doctor. Actually this has been going on, hurting for quite some time. Really. Honestly.

So I picked up a copy of the current Rolling Stone yesterday, and NO I did not buy it, my roomate reads it. Angelina Jolie was featured, expressing her love for Billy Bob Thorton and his blood. She actually had a medical professional come to their home and draw their blood so they could give it to each other on their first anniversary. To this I say, well, my boyfriend and I have our one year celebration coming up, why don't I give him some blood. But I don't like needles, so why don't I give him someone else's blood. Maybe a whore wouldn't mind making the donation for a ten.

So it's not like I hate my boyfriend, not even slightly. Anything past this, and it becomes way too personal.

SO for anyone who reads this(I now how a devoted cult following of one) I really want to know, HOW DOES PORN GET INTO MY HOTMAIL ACCOUNT???? I mean, obviously I don't use Hotmail anymore, I just check to see if some friend of mine doesn't know where else to reach me. And then, I scroll down, just a touch, and find at least twenty porn ads that have gathered in lets say two days. It gets even worse. The email I consider to be my business account(where I seriously write to peeps, where I send people who need to get in touch) is NOT a web-based email account. So what this means is that if I am at school and I want to write an email to the honey, I have to open the Hotmail account where tons of fellow students can see what a freak I am. I mean, you've got this bold writting saying "WE'VE GOT ANAL SEX HERE!!!!"

Okay everyone, you can lean away from the computer so your mom or girlfriend won't see that. I promise we won't be featuring anything like that at this site.

So I am going to end this one here. Chances are you will see me again today, so BYES!!

So I am still here, doing this. I just wanted to post a few things I saw in a chat room that I thought were funny. Here are my interpretations.

#6: Legally Blonde(#655.769.546.401)
and luna, i look like reese witherspoone

Tang Grrl says: hmmm. does reese witherspoone weigh two ten? does resse witherspoone know where the shift key is?

The response
#6: Legally Blonde(#655.769.546.401)
and luna, i look like reese witherspoone

Yah right.

And I look like The Rock.

Tang grrl says: Is that something to brag about?

Or how about this sense of humor?

#30: Tumbler Chick(#441.678.280.754)
#44: Gay in NM(#859.771.538.912)
oh shut up

Oh sthop it sthilly!

Tang Grrl says: What kind of humor is that? I just don't understand....*sad sigh*

#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#13: Ambyrlee(#815.674.628.581)
hi there, wanna chat?

Ladies, PLEASE!

A man can only JACK HIMSELF OFF so many times per night!

Tang Grrl says: You have gotta love a man with honesty.

#33: *~FLAME~*(#1804945 )
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#13: Ambyrlee(#815.674.628.581)
hi there, wanna chat?

Ladies, PLEASE!

A man can only JACK HIMSELF OFF so many times per night!

*sighs* slumps away from the line at your pm

Tang Grrl says: Did this work? Was she going to tell him off, or did she give in?

#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

#15: Celtic Girl(#385.314.841.771)
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#13: Ambyrlee(#815.674.628.581)
hi there, wanna chat?

Ladies, PLEASE!

A man can only JACK HIMSELF OFF so many times per night!

How many times, exactly?

Five is my limit. And I haven't done THAT since I got married...

Tang Grrl says: Okay, this is killing me....

Excerpts from www.chathouse.com @ the Halloween Party

So, I am brave, I think I will engage in conversation with Mr. Cock.

TG: Private Messages
Hey there. What's up?

SMC: Public Messages
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Hey there. What's up?

My cock. Suck me off.

TG: Private Messages

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#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you privately.

Yes yes, fine. First: Show me your nude pics. Then we can discuss it.
Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you privately.

TG: Private Messages

Well, actually, I don't have any...

then I get:

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#44: 6feetunder(#425.686.304.385)
want to cyber

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#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well, actually, I don't have any...

Then....you have nothing I want.

TG: Private Messages

Well, I guess I got what I wanted from you!!!

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#44: 6feetunder(#425.686.304.385)
hello Public Messages
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well I guess I got what I wanted from you!!!

*yawn*

What

TG: Private Messages

Well I just wanted to let you know you and your ignorance have become the premier feature on my website!!!!!#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well you and your ignorance have become the premier feature on my website.

Really??

Whats the address???

......click

So...I am still not studying, I guess it's okay, I have a freebie retake. So here are some issues I want to front on my new website

1. Cybersex and how you CAN get diseases from it

2. Why Bjork is a goddess, and why my Boyfriend is a retard for not liking her

3. Why you should never work for a corporation

4. Why Jr. College is a joke
-------I just said I get a freebie test retake, what more do I need to say?

So I am totally interested in feedback, as long as it starts with "What kind of psycho are you..." and possibly "Teddy Grahams are for children" because I love to argue!!!

So, just e mail me, and if I don't like what you have to say, or you in general, you may just get a response. My email is aerebella@yahoo.com

One more thing: No emails about what your daddy did to you when you were little that screwed you up so you can relate...I don't want any sob stories to smear the mascara(as though I wear make-up, BAH).

Love you always devoted cult of zero
Tang Grrl
(Don't ask why Tang? If you have to ask, you just don't get it!!)

This is my first post...this is my first website. I guess the best place to start is to tell you my name. It's Margot. I am age 19, I live in Sacramento CA, my vices include fetishes for black clothing, smoking, and an unholy addiction to Teddy Grahams. More specifically the cinnamon sort.

WARNING:If you expect me to expose my nude body, or use a webcam this site is not for you.

I guess the reason why I have created this site is to publish my weird variety of existence. I don't know why, I have never known why, but strange shit seems to happen to me on a fairly usual basis. I can share. I won't use names.

So I guess I will start with yesterday, and go forward.

So my best girlfriend from high school is admittedly loose. She moved from a small town @ the tender age of eighteen to Reno. She was also married at the time. She is now separated, and living alone. She works in a casino...this I guess is to be expected, I mean, it's Reno for godsakes.

So yesterday on the phone she was telling me about her new beau. He's a MAGICIAN. In some circles, I guess you could call it a Magickian(oh no, first post, and I have already made a Pagan reference). She's currently almost nineteen, he's forty-something, and he doesn't really have a known name. His nickname is "Doc." She assures me that it isn't too bad, that he looks only to be about thirty. He's married, she's not legally separated, and they're planning a hook up. Now, she reminded me, it was only sex, not anything more.

For anyone who has been cheated on, or worse, married to an adulterer, I guess you can see the problem. She likes him because he pays for stuff. Don't draw any parallels.

So why do I have a problem with this? I guess I wouldn't call myself a religious being. I don't think that I am. BUT what I can say for myself is that I do have some morals. I mean, there are some places you just don't want a rabbit pulled from. Or maybe it's that you can't leave the hat on. Hmm. I hope that wasn't another unsuccessful attempt at humor.

For those of you who don't like the site so far, just hang for a bit. I promise it will get somewhat better. Maybe tommorow will hold something better. I can almost guarantee it.

So I say good bye for now, I have to use some of my time to study. I do need to get a good grade on my test tommorow. Byes.