tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48135684918259503112024-02-08T14:04:18.169-06:00Dying to say this to youConfessions of a post-teenage drama queen.Whoa Pink!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407774922615203983noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813568491825950311.post-61658117283682933072009-10-26T21:17:00.002-06:002009-10-26T21:27:09.185-06:00I dreamed with him. Again.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A long time ago, years before I met </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">mon copin</span><span style="font-family: arial;">, I used to dream about the love of my life. Usually, his face was sort of blurry... Usually I found him in a life or death situation... just as in a cheap movie.<br />Well, last night was different. I saw his face... he was just like a little boy, with hazel eyes, not handsome at all. But there was something about him. Something that made me kiss him 5 minutes after meeting him, just as if I had struck with love at first sight. And, as usual, I woke up at the most interesting part of the story.<br /><br />I always believed that once I had found the love of my life, the image of that boy would fade away and that I would never dream about him... and last night I just ended up waking up in a state of total confusion. Does my dream mean anything? Is there something missing in my life that makes me feel like I want to fall in love at first sight?<br /></span></span>Whoa Pink!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407774922615203983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813568491825950311.post-50682355788756736132009-05-14T09:11:00.006-05:002009-05-14T09:16:49.952-05:00The Intern (not that one) again.<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >There's something fishy going on with me, and I'm not sure what it is. Last night, I dreamed with our intern again. He's like 23 years and so...<br />On my first dream, we were on some sort of kitchen, cooking and then, he grabbed me from behind by the waist, turned me around and kissed me passionately on the lips. There was a 2nd time that I do not remember clearly... and last night we were like a cute cheesy couple.<br /><br />I don't even like this guy. I mean, he's not my type. What is going on in my messed little head that is projected through these cheesy dreamery?</span><br /></span></span>Whoa Pink!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407774922615203983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813568491825950311.post-76730074429625873642009-05-11T19:28:00.000-05:002009-05-11T19:29:09.258-05:00I am constipated<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">My tummy is about to explode.</span></span>Whoa Pink!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407774922615203983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813568491825950311.post-81758610497442438982009-05-10T01:21:00.000-05:002009-05-10T01:23:32.716-05:00<style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;">And so it is...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;">It's been a while since I wanted to start this project. I do not want to become an internet sensation nor to win money nor stuff like that. I am just dying to say this to <i>you</i><span style="font-style: normal;">, whoever you are.</span></span></p><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I will abuse of the word āIā. Who cares about it anyway? This is all about me.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I am a 20 something average Mexican girl. I currently reside with my family, who doesn't seem to know enough about me. My friends don't know a lot about me either. It's ok. I've been in a steady relationship for over 4 years with a great boy who sometimes doesn't fulfill me. </span></span><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">And this leads me to my first post.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Although I've been with my boyfriend for 4 years, we haven't had sex since 2006. I have my needs. I have a special friend who lives in certain European country, with whom I had an affair around 7 years ago, when he lived here. He scarred me for life, to the extent that sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking that he is the love of my life and that we belong together... bullshit.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">For over a year we've been talking on Skype, and during the last 4 months things have turned a lot more steamy. We cyber (is that term still applied to cybersex) and I've become a master on the art of masturbating in front of a webcam.<br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Does that mean that I'm cheating on my boyfriend?<br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Am I a fucking slut?</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Yours truly...</span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">M.<br /></span></span></p>Whoa Pink!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407774922615203983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4813568491825950311.post-75846579343889045382009-03-18T10:22:00.001-06:002009-03-18T10:23:11.726-06:00New blog... new life...<span style="font-family: arial;">:D</span>Whoa Pink!http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407774922615203983noreply@blogger.com1