Isn't my precious baby so cute? Yes, even with his lil' teeth protrouding in every direction! Anyway - more freaks have been unleashed in the dating pool. Why? You know, I should keep my membership there just because it's so entertaining! Cheaper than going to the movies once a week and a helluva lot more amusing, that's for sure! LOL!
So I get these dudes who think that I want read their porn. Uh, no. Sorry, not interested. Or these dudes that just want to come into town for a weekend and mess around. Uhm, no. I thought I made that clear but apparently I did not. How can they be so oblivious? I say "serious relationship" - that isn't a weekend you morons! How fucking stupid does one have to be?
And still the married guys keep asking. *eye roll* I don't even bother to be polite to them anymore. I just say "what part of NO MARRIED MEN can you not understand?" and leave it at that. If they're that stupid and think I won't look at their profile and marital status they don't deserve politeness. And now some of them have taken to leaving marital status off completely. Needless to say, they don't get a polite reply, either.
What's up with these damned Virgos, already? Get lost! I've had enough of your kind. For 5 years you had my attention and time and all you did was snivel and whine and lay around complaining about how miserable you are. Think I wanna listen to MORE of that? Hell no! Beat it! "But I'm not a typical virgo" they say. Bullshit! You're all alike so leave me alone. I've had enough!
Actually, it's Capricorns, too. WTF? I guess you all are needing a bit of spice in those dull lives of yours, eh? Well, people, there's a REASON they are dull. You spend too much time sitting around living in the past and not doing anything NOW. Sheesh!
And these overbearing Leos - I just want to puke! I've had like three of them write me and DEMAND that I pay attention to them RIGHT NOW. Hey, I've got Mr. Wicked breathing down my neck constantly with the same demand think I want more of that crap? Besides, he at least gives me something in return for my attention - a good juicy story. What are you going to give me? Excatly. Nothing but shit and grief. Thanks but no thanks.
A bit of advice to dudes out there - I don't care about your winkie. I really don't. So don't bother sending me a picture of it. It impresses YOU and YOUR buddies. NOT ME. And please don't send me a picture of your winkie in some chick's cooter. That is just stupid and likely to get your ass deleted without even a reply. If I wanna see a naked woman, I'll take off my clothes and look in the mirror, 'k?
Also, your amateurish attempt at porn to 'arouse' me is just laughable. If you only knew of my other life with Mr. Wicked you'd be ashamed to have me read that tripe. So please spare yourself our humiliation (he finds it amusing as well and he's not even incarnate) and don't bother.
As I have said before, demanding that I call you RIGHT NOW or write you RIGHT NOW is one sure fire way to get me to ignore you. I have people on my ass all the time at work saying the very same thing and I hate it there. I sure as hell don't want to put up with it when I'm off work. WTF?
HA! I amuse myself! One day, young grasshopper, you will have good sex again. And it will be fun. And not with some fat, ugly, hairy, toothless wonder with a 6th grade education and an utter lack of personal hygiene. Yes! I believe! I must believe that! Otherwise I might just be temped to throw myself at Mr. Wicked and how fucked up would THAT be? My emperical brain quivers at the thought!
The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 10:27 AM
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