Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Rated PG--Happy Birthday"Miss B Haven!" We celebrated her 25th birthday Saturday. What a night it was!!! Dinner! Drinks! Dancing! Debauchary! We had dinner in Charlottesville where I met up with some of my girls from school and Haven and her girlfriends arrived @ the Maverick and all 14 of us had a lovely dinner. When asked "Whats the wildest thing you've done this year?" Since it is only February I had to break out with the Strip Club story. Everyone agreed that it was the wildest. The waiter actually said it was probably the best strip club in that area. The girls channeled their inner lesbian and decided that we should go. I said why not and thats exactly what we did!!! We belted out all of our favorite 80's tunes from Heart's "ALL I WANNA DO IS MAKE LOVE TO YOU" to Sinead O'Conners "NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU" all the way there. We got to the club and guys immeadiately offered to buy us all drinks because as we entered the Bouncer announced that it was Haven's Birthday.Their pheremones drove me crazy. The place reeked of testosterone. We were all watching "Ivy" do her thing when Nick from Fairfax approached me by pulling my hair {Big Turn-On} and telling me that His boy who was in VIP sent him down to tell me that I was the hottest chic in the room and he wanted me to dance for him--being in WV I'm not sure how I really feel about that.

They were the kind of guys who slap on pink button down shirts and Curve cologne before they hit up house parties, and their sex appeal is effortless. Boyish dimples, long fingers, with trendy shaggy haircuts-- not really my type at all. We all agreed that they were the boys that had posters of pre-K Fed Britney Spears and Brooke Burke on their walls. Everything an 18 year with a push-up bra and an exposed navel could hope for. He was just feeding me bullshit. I'm sure he used that line a lot that night. I told Nick that his boy could not afford me! We sat there and watched them live strange, predatory, exciting lives as we hid behind our Martini's with a knowledge base far beyond their understandings. Young, what I wouldn't give to be young. I am young, but I'm 26-young. I'm not 21 young, and none of this is new to me. I'm not going to fall for Curve cologne and a pink shirt, just as I'm sure that no one I'd want falling for me would prefer me in a shirt exsposing my tits and skirt revealing my sweet stuff. I have a voracious sexual appetite, but I'm not an easy girl, or an especially careless girl when it comes to sex. I'd still prefer to know someone's middle name before I allow them to peel off my panties, I'd still prefer that the person undressing me knows at least that my favorite color is pink and that I prefer my eggs unfertilized! I then made eye contact across the room with a goodlooking blond hair, blue eyed guy who was with 2 women. We were sitting near head to toe mirrors so I turned to reapply lipgloss and he was staring at me in the mirror so I winked at him--it was on from there. The girls he was with kept shooting me evil eyes so that made me fuck with them even more. The girls went to the bar and left him there alone with me and my girls...He turned and asked was I having a fun time--Of course I was. We shot the breeze and immeadiately asked for my number. Although it was rather soon I did it anyway. I love being scandalous. So I stuck it in his pocket and little did he know I gave him my girl Trish's number. She lives for sleeping around with guys she doesn't know. I'm wondering if he's called yet. He'll get whatever he wants from her. She's not picky at all. He told me that he was wildly turned on when he seen me sitting on Anna's lap. Funny guy. He was thinking I was bi. He was mildly disapointed when I had to burst his bubble and tell him that Anna is a sorority Sistah not my lover. We all danced with Haven and it was clear that we got more attention with our clothes on then the cheap little girls on stage. Out of nowhere this Dark haired, italian Versace clad with blue eyes came from behind and started dancing with me. I felt the rock in his pants on my lower back and the way he was moaning in my ear with hot breath on my neck I could have sworn he came in his pants. He's not the type to wear underwear. Fucking sexy. I'm by no means a prostitute, but it's something that as a woman, I come to find myself doing naturally. I export myself, I make myself valuable with the clothes I wear, the narrow slits of my blue eyes, the thick rope of hair that falls down my back. Perfume that smells like hawaiian fruit, teeth bleached to the shade of a snowflake, my skin as brown as a freshly toasted muffin -- I'm a product of the product I sell. And just because I sell, doesn't mean that I can't also be addicted. I'm addicted to hot breath on my neck, a warm tongue sliding up the curve of my lower back, a hard yank from the hand twisting my ponytail. I'm addicted to being the object of fantasy, addicted to shallow breath in a dark room, addicted to the curl of my toes and the tension of my teeth biting down hard on my lower lip; addicted to someone else's hands slipping down into forbidden areas, addicted to another's addiction to me.

Sex sells. He bought me a drink and gave me $20 for the dance! I know that he doesn't mean for it to look like he's 'tipping' me for a night of cheap fun, but that's what it feels like. $20, wow. What is the going rate, anyway? But then again, I think to myself, if I'd been paid $20 everytime I danced, I might have already had my penthouse-dreamhouse in Chicago, so I don't say anything and stuffed the money into my bra. With a quick kiss on the cheek he was gone. I know what you're thinking... you stupid girl, you've just been had for $20 and a dance, lured in by the familiarity of someone who knows how you like your eggs. But you would be wrong, because I'm no naive virgin, and I hardly expect anything more at this point. He's the one who's been had. I've fed my addiction and managed to get $20 and unfertilized eggs out of the deal.
Sex sells. And we're all sell outs.

I Want to Be Bad

After about a week of feeling like Trish...I mean TRASH, I've decided that I have to get out of this house and have some fun with the girls. I'm hoping its not a bad idea because just yesterday I felt like I was on my death bed...I guess we'll see! And I'm horny, godblessit! I'm a few hours away from humping the furniture!!! Oh and Anderson Cooper from CNN with those baby blue eyes needs to let me sex him. I should take a nap and get ready to go out for a bit. I want to be bad! No....I want to be good. Well, reasonably good and well accessorized!!! The last time I went out, I didn't get carded...Mother fucker! I ex foliate, moisturize and have an at-home micro-derm abrasion kit. I could easily pass for a senior in high school. How dare you assume i'm old enough to buy alcohol. How DARE YOU! Oh and Just the other night I was thinking to myself "Whatever happened to P!nk?", and next day I caught her new video "Stupid Girls". There comes a point where an artist in an attempt to be satirical fails miserably and instead reaches new levels of hypocrisy. (Jewel and Eminem come immediately to mind). While lyrically brilliant , it's video jabs at the likes of Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson detract from the overall message of the song. In fact, their very presence (albeit in unflattering parodies), are proof that as long as there's people in this world who give them attention (negative or otherwise), they're not going to go away anytime soon. It took a catchy girl power anthem and turned it into a dumb blonde hate-fest. I have to say tho, Kudos for Pink on actually getting a 50 cent cameo. How the hell did you manage to get 50 cent but not Paris Hilton? "A video making fun of me? That's Hot!"

I'm in love with a stripper!

Yes, that gets the most play on my ipod. Can't help it. I didn't blog my night @ the strip club to protect the innocent...but if you know me at all you know that I can't stop thinking/talking about the hot stripper in the genie outfit who copped a feel of my tits and knew that they were real then proceeded to tell me "NICE TITS". Call me dirty, but she had me wondering if I was going to have a noticeable wet spot in my pants. She was that awesome. I've never been truly aroused by another girl, but this experience opened a window for me and she has had several starring roles in my fantasies. Yes, she was that hot.

It's friday night and I'm home with a raw throat that feels like I'm eating razor blades every time I swallow. My fever is gone, I was getting a little delierious with it...

I'm listening to 80's big band ballads alone tonight. Not in the mood to hang out. Not in the mood for much, just an orgasm or two!!!

I have been sick all freaking week. The Penicilian is not working either. I woke up @ 7 am this morning after the good Doctor tried to comfort me and make me feel better. Then @ midnight Steve called. He told Victoria it was over, she refuses to accept it. She needs a rich husband and they lack chemistry--His words, not mine! Steve refuses to be her 401K. Perhaps I'm being mean here, but Victoria's mother called Steve. Victoria is 38 years old. How is that normal??!! Reminds me of Rodger the Retard from my summer in the Shenandoah Natl. Park, when he was sick his mother would call in for him. Granted he was mentally challenged so it was acceptable. But when is it okay to let your mother really get into love life? That just spells disaster for me. My mother would kick my ass and tell me to forget about him if he wanted to end things with me. She wouldn't let me cry or fight for a man who has made it abundeantly clear he wasn't into me. It would be his loss. Not mine. So Victoria should just give up. Walk away with some pride. We've all had our low moments and for a woman who has dated Royalty, was a Parisian model, wrote a children's book in 7 different languages, this is probably her lowest moment. Next to sending her son and his problems off to France....I'm being catty. I'll stop. Moving right along....@ 4:23 am I was awakend by "HAVE YOU BEEN CALLING ME"--A blast from the fucking past, Eric from Chicago! {T's a big fan!!} Supposedly @ 4 am he thinks I have nothing more to do than prank call his sorry ass in Chi town. It was just a way to keep me on the phone by accusing me of something I didn't do. He failed at getting rise out of me. I think I even giggled at his lousy attempts in between my coughing and hoarsness. Didn't matter to him. He was just being needy and he needed me to make himself feel better. Why, I'll never know. I even thought about hanging up on him for my own pleasure, but I thought maybe something was wrong with him and I shouldn't be so rude. I continued to talk to him until 6 am my time. I have to let the past go, right, Dr Miller??? He's doing well. Nothing else to report. I'm not going to contact that crazy bastard though. He does this out of the blue shit often. I'm not getting involved with it. With that said, I have the most painful sore throat ever. I can't even imagine what my girl Gigi must be taking on when I can't even deal with strep throat!!! I do think my meds are making me gutsy. I actually told the lady at the dry cleaners that she had dorito breath about 30 mins ago. It was gross. I had no right saying it, but I'm tired of keeping my thoughts to myself. Thats what this is for. It's my meds, I'm growing {theoretical} balls!!! Update more when I feel better.

Rejected V-Day Cards

10. I admire your strength, I admire your spunkBut the thing I like best, is getting you drunk

9. Our love will never become cold and hollowUnless, one day, you refuse to swallow.

8. I bought this Valentine's card at the storeIn hopes that, later, you'd be my whore.

7. This feels so good, it feels so rightI just wish it wasn't $250 a night.

6. You're a woman of style, you're a woman of classEspecially when I'm spanking, your big-round-fat ass.

5. Before I met you, my heart was so famished But now I'm fulfilled. . . SO MAKE ME A SAMICH!!!

4. Through all the things that came to pass Our love has grown. . . but so's your ass.

3. You're a honey. . . and you're a cutie I just wished you had J-Lo's "booty".

2. I don't wanna be sappy or silly or cornySo, right to the point, let's do it, I'm horny!

1. If you think that hickey looks like a blister You should check out the one that I gave to your sister!

A lesson learned

I shouldn't be pissed but I am. I shouldn't feel so bad, but I do. I shouldn't think such mean thoughts but I cant help myself.

Perhaps it's true. Maybe I am better than most. Maybe I do deserve better than self centered, cowards who hide behind their fears. Who am I to argue with fate?

I demand 100% from everyone. Being afraid is unacceptable.

What happened to the masculinity? Remember how Kevin fought for Winnie? Why does it always have to be difficult? Why can't it be fun and ever lasting? But if I didn't have these experiences I wouldn't be able to differentiate the bad from the horrible.

And yes, it's so hard to take the high road! As a woman of class I'll bite my tongue!

Now. I feel much better!!!

SJP

"Did I dissapoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty
Because I saw the end
Before it began
Yes I saw you were done
and I knew she had won
It may be over but it wont stop there
I am here for you
if you'll only care
you touched my heart
you touched my soul
you changed my life
and all my goals
love is blind and that I knew
my heart was blinded by you
I've kissed your lips and held your head
shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you
I am a dreamer and when I wake
you can't break my spirit
its my dreams you take
As you move on, remember me,
remember us and all we strived to be
I've seen you cry
I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd spend a lifetime with you
I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts and now we're fine
And I love you and I swear thats true
I'm moving on without you!"

Just me...

Who ever said that Clinique's High Impact mascara is waterproof--they're liars, dammit!!!

So supposedly we got our Blizzard of 2006. We got 10 inches the most. Most meterologist are men and we all know how much men exaggerate with size! It wasn't that bad, I just couldn't drive and talk on the phone at the same time. Big deal.

A lot has happend, I've reconciled with a certain someone. We're on good terms again.

You all know that I'm going to be out of town for a while. I'm not even sure when I'll get back. I haven't decided.

I've took some time off of work 3 weeks all for Amaya :)

Enjoy the holiday people while I'm soaking up the sun and having the time of my life with the friends I'll never forget :)

Aunt flow? Where are you? How I miss you....