** This blog are not my actual thoughts for the night, they are just for fun. I thought that the few of you who read this may enjoy them and get a laugh because you know you're going to see at least one thing you yourself have thought . . . enjoy **
Oh good god it is fucking 3 am again and let me tell you 3 am knows no secrets or rules or even boundaries for that matter. There is nothing in life that doesn’t run through your head at this time . . . You sit and watch mindless television hoping to take your mind off of this, or that, or him, or her . . . But it never happens does it?! Oh no, instead you find yourself watching infomercials and wondering why the people are the same ones from the one before this and then switching to the music channels thinking I am bound to find something that I want to hear . . . But oh no all you can find are love songs about how great the love of their life is. Just what you need to hear at 3 am knowing you are all alone and contemplating eating that Snickers bar on the table just because it has sat there long enough. Who was cruel enough to leave that there anyway? Oh yeah it was you when you came in drunk the other night swearing that you weren’t drunk just needed some sugar to make you feel better.
Who was that you were dancing with that night anyway? Why didn’t you get his phone number, oh right the girlfriend that showed up at the end of the night dragging him out by his collar. You could have beaten her ass though, she wasn’t scary. After all you weren’t drunk, you just had a little buzz and were feeling good and sexy . . . He should have went home with you. What does he see in her anyway? Your look is better than hers, so what if your eyeliner was smeared to look like a raccoon mask and you had more lipstick on your teeth than on your lips you were the hottest bitch in the bar. Yeah so you spilled a little tequila on your skirt but so what, it was hardly noticeable.
That’s ok your friends are just like the people on that commercial that was just on. They are always there to help you up when you fall, not that you ever need to be picked up. You are the one they all turn to, the one who figures everything out for everyone else. Come to think of it what exactly do your friends do for you? You give them so much of your time and effort and what do they give you in return? A drunken night where you ended up home alone with a Snickers bar in one hand and a warm beer in the other. God that beer was warm wasn’t it; you’d think the place would have something cold somewhere. Oh that’s right they had those wine coolers cold but those are for sissies and you wanted beer to go with your shots. Besides it wasn’t the tequila that made you sick that night, it wasn’t even the beer; you must have been coming down with something before you even left the house. And how did that girl get such a nice looking guy, she must be a slut, that has to be it. After all who would choose her over you for any other reason?!
Why are the neighbors fighting again? Can’t they just shut up for one night? They’d stop if someone started to call the police every time they did this. Its 3 am can’t they just be happy they have someone to fight with? Yeah I couldn’t be happy with her either, she is a bitchy one. She doesn’t realize how easy her life is. I had a hard life; she doesn’t even know what hard life is about. She lived with mommy and daddy until she got knocked up and then she moved in with her Mr. Perfect to have the perfect child that can do nothing wrong. Then just as that one can get no more perfect they must have another since they are sure they are going to be together forever.
Yeah together forever. Remember when forever meant something? Remember when forever meant that the person was never going to leave you, they would die before they would ever let that happen. Then one day you woke up and realized that forever is only as long as you want it to be and the other person usually doesn’t see time the same way as you do. Whatever happened to him anyway? The one that was going to be my love of a lifetime. The one that was going to show me what love was all about. I wonder where he is now, who he is with. I hope he is in jail being fucked by some guy against his will for treating me the way he did. No I don’t mean that I Hope he found someone who will believe all of his lies and doesn’t mind having to do all the work in the bedroom.
Why is that? Why do I always find men who are hung like horses but have no idea how to work what they have? Why do I find the ones that swear they love to lick pussy for hours and then run their tongue up and down it once and call it a night? They always expect me to blow them until they cum and then they pump away for a minute or two making grunting noises and making weird faces until they shudder and roll over. So, there I am again getting out the Magic Wand and finish myself. Then just as I cam about to cum they always want to rub their fingers al lover me and stick them in me so I am forced to tell each of them to keep their hands to themselves because they are going to need it one day. They look puzzled and I tell them that if they keep making women use outside stimulation then their hand is all they are ever going to have. Besides since you couldn’t do it right the first time I will break your fingers if you put them near me again. I smile and roll over to finish.
Am I too bitchy? Do I really care? OH shit I love this episode of Will & Grace. Oh good lord I am just like Grace ain’t I? I’m going to end up alone living in some apartment with a man that I have no future with and don’t care if he sees me with Nair on my legs. Maybe I should look into Ambien . . .
Yes I will do that right now
