tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319123862011-04-21T19:10:10.132-07:00About everything that goes on in my fucked up little head, in my own conceited little world.. If you find that interesting, check it out, if you don't, leave me to talk to the big empty roomNiarfosseddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31912386.post-1155850650828098382006-08-17T14:35:00.000-07:002006-08-17T14:37:30.836-07:00nobody answers you back<br />nobody disagrees<br />nobody cares<br />nobody decides for you what to talk about<br /><br />downsides is you most likely ends up being a schizo at the end of the day<br /><br />I'm so happy, I don't believe it's for real<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31912386-115585065082809838?l=ringsof.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niarfosseddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31912386.post-1154366219453522072006-07-31T10:11:00.000-07:002006-07-31T10:16:59.463-07:00red spots on my hands! Do you know how you get those? when you sit on a chair that's too low for the table, writing on a computer, for WAY to many hours..<br />It's like all clocks have stopped ticking, I have never in my life spend so many hours watching American tv-shows... Almost watched the whole gilmore girls series, I'm not even sure I like gilmore girls.. L word is cool though, eventhough it watch the episodes too many times..<br />gotta find myself a new hobby..<br />sending 35 aplications tomorrow for a job! 35....... give me something man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31912386-115436621945352207?l=ringsof.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niarfosseddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31912386.post-1154300384241777222006-07-30T15:31:00.000-07:002006-07-30T15:59:44.253-07:00when to girls make love it's all about pleasing the other.. Maybe for selfish reasons, maybe because the girl wants to be pleased afterwards.. But in lesbian sex you are in control of the other womans pleasure and so is she, over yours. When a girl fucks a girl, no matter if he loves her or not, it's all about his pleasure.. Maybe he do actually want to please the girl, but there is a point where he gets so turned on that he forgets all about it, and just thinks about him self.<br />If you see a sex scene on tv, with a guy and a girl, it almost always, no matter how much the guy cares for the girl, seem like she is nothing more than a tool that he use in order to come..<br />She can fake, she can be a whole other place in her mind, cause he is perfectly capable of getting his own pleasure.. All she has to do is spread her legs and try not to sound like she's not enjoying it.. He can just pump away until he's finished..<br />That doesn't work in a lesbian relationship. If you don't give any, you don't get any..<br />Not to blame the guy, it is not the guy's fault that the woman for some reason feel she has to satisfie him, eventhough he does not feel the same way about her.. It is her fault and all women's fault.<br />It is not the male's fault that he is somehow below the female, that's just the way he was created.. Males are strongest because women have been manipulated into believing they need their acceptance in order to survive.. Females are strongest because they were born smarter...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31912386-115430038424177722?l=ringsof.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niarfosseddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31912386.post-1154298674728587152006-07-30T15:18:00.000-07:002006-07-30T15:31:14.736-07:00I'm not a liar.. I'm not a thief<br />I'm sitting barefead on a white painted chair. It's old and it belongs to a matching table.<br />I'm sitting like a house plant.. been sitting here for days.. stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped existing..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31912386-115429867472858715?l=ringsof.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niarfosseddoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371noreply@blogger.com0