4- January 19, 2008
5- January 20, 2008
Jan 26, 2008
Jan 19, 2008
i love JNLN
my parents are the cutest bestest people ever i fucking love them! yesterday i got a package from my mother with a mobil card and THE BEST SOCKS EVER they are so funny i should have taken a picture to post but they are upstairs! it was just one of those silly little stupid things that make me so happy! like the package vanessa sent me that was heaven! i am so lucky to have the best friends and parents! annnddd my father has been emailing me every day. it kills me cause i know it takes him at least 20 mintues to type one little email and i just love getting his emails or anyones emails!
Meanest Mom on the Planet' sells son's car
Jane Hambleton had just two rules for her teenage son when she bought him a car: no alcohol and keep it locked.
When after only a few weeks, she found found a bottle under the seat, she didn't get mad. She put an ad in the classifieds.
OLDS 1999 Intrigue. Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for three weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet.
"It's overwhelming the number of calls I've gotten from people saying 'Thank you, it's nice to see a responsible parent.'" Hambleton said. "So far there are no calls from anyone saying, 'You're really strict. You're real overboard, lady."
I am impressed by this woman's courage. It's easy to say you'd do the exact same thing, but would be much hard to actually go through with.
Rock on with your bad self, mean Mom!
Two year old left at Chuck E. Cheese, family doesn't notice for 2 days
As a parent, I've made my share of embarrassing goofs. I've forgotten it was a half-day of school, been late picking up the kids, failed to notify the tooth fairy that we needed to be added to the route.
However, I'm positive if any of kids were missing, I'd notice within less than forty-eight hours.
A Texas family accidentally left a two-year-old girl at Chuck E Cheese and police weren't notified she was missing until her father saw her picture in a news report two days later. According to the father, his sisters took the toddler to a birthday party at the pizza place and because the little girl frequently stayed over at her aunts houses, the father had no idea the child wasn't with relatives.
It is scarily easy to assume someone else is watching a kid and have them assume YOU are. We're always freakishly listy when it comes to the boys, checking and double checking out loud who is picking up this one and dropping off the other and where the rest will be.
I bet this family is from now on too.
Meanest Mom on the Planet' sells son's car
Jane Hambleton had just two rules for her teenage son when she bought him a car: no alcohol and keep it locked.
When after only a few weeks, she found found a bottle under the seat, she didn't get mad. She put an ad in the classifieds.
OLDS 1999 Intrigue. Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for three weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet.
"It's overwhelming the number of calls I've gotten from people saying 'Thank you, it's nice to see a responsible parent.'" Hambleton said. "So far there are no calls from anyone saying, 'You're really strict. You're real overboard, lady."
I am impressed by this woman's courage. It's easy to say you'd do the exact same thing, but would be much hard to actually go through with.
Rock on with your bad self, mean Mom!
Two year old left at Chuck E. Cheese, family doesn't notice for 2 days
As a parent, I've made my share of embarrassing goofs. I've forgotten it was a half-day of school, been late picking up the kids, failed to notify the tooth fairy that we needed to be added to the route.
However, I'm positive if any of kids were missing, I'd notice within less than forty-eight hours.
A Texas family accidentally left a two-year-old girl at Chuck E Cheese and police weren't notified she was missing until her father saw her picture in a news report two days later. According to the father, his sisters took the toddler to a birthday party at the pizza place and because the little girl frequently stayed over at her aunts houses, the father had no idea the child wasn't with relatives.
It is scarily easy to assume someone else is watching a kid and have them assume YOU are. We're always freakishly listy when it comes to the boys, checking and double checking out loud who is picking up this one and dropping off the other and where the rest will be.
I bet this family is from now on too.
Jan 15, 2008
audrena has good myspace posts
Dear Internet Porn,
These last ten years have been quite a trip, have they not? My letter to you now, however, is not one of celebration... I don't feel like we are the same anymore. We just don't have that passion we used to.
When we first met I was a loser, and you were there for me. My parents told me that you were no good for me, but I didn't listen. You showed me that there were plenty of people like myself getting laid. It was beautiful and passionate. Your softcore erotic videos were a tasteful introduction to my budding sexuality.
As I got older I started seeing girls on the side. I knew you were jealous, but you have always held a special place in my heart. You became naughtier and it affected my relationships. I started wanting all the things I had seen you do. I wanted to be just like you. I wanted to cover my girlfriend's face, put it up her ass, choke her.
But that's when I realized your dark secret, Internet Porn. You aren't real: you are a fake and shallow individual. No girl wants a load on her face! Anal sex hurts and humiliates, and choking only leads to bruises that friends and loved ones ask about. You lied to me and changed my sexual expectations. Now no girl can please me.
I know it isn't all bad. You've taught me so much. I can surf the internet with either hand and I know all the keyboard shortcuts for my browser. I know positions that aren't even in the Kamasutra. But you have such a dark side. I've been late for work more than once and I find myself wanting to jerkoff at six in the morning. That's what you've done to me.
Even now, on the eve of Christ's birth, I sit hunched over my computer, penis in hand. I had to turn the nativity scene around so that Jesus wouldn't see your filth. Try as I might, I can never hide you well enough either. It is harder to find you squirreled away on my hard drive than it is to get into my online bank account. Yet there is always lingering evidence. I've told you time and again to stop leaving your things at my place. But you ALWAYS forget something: a shortcut here, an unclear history there.
There's no acceptance when you are discovered either. It might have been ok when we started - just innocent flirting with softcore. But now my girlfriends discover my asphyxiation collection, or that one goat video. I hate that you always invite your shadiest friends over when you come.
So I have one request. I know I can't get rid of you... you are the psychopathic stalker to my teenage horror film. But if you won't leave me alone, can you at least do me one favor? If I ever die, can you please format my hard drive? All of them? If you can't do that, just burn my place down. My family can never know of my shame.
- Your shamed lover
Oh Best of Craigslist
These last ten years have been quite a trip, have they not? My letter to you now, however, is not one of celebration... I don't feel like we are the same anymore. We just don't have that passion we used to.
When we first met I was a loser, and you were there for me. My parents told me that you were no good for me, but I didn't listen. You showed me that there were plenty of people like myself getting laid. It was beautiful and passionate. Your softcore erotic videos were a tasteful introduction to my budding sexuality.
As I got older I started seeing girls on the side. I knew you were jealous, but you have always held a special place in my heart. You became naughtier and it affected my relationships. I started wanting all the things I had seen you do. I wanted to be just like you. I wanted to cover my girlfriend's face, put it up her ass, choke her.
But that's when I realized your dark secret, Internet Porn. You aren't real: you are a fake and shallow individual. No girl wants a load on her face! Anal sex hurts and humiliates, and choking only leads to bruises that friends and loved ones ask about. You lied to me and changed my sexual expectations. Now no girl can please me.
I know it isn't all bad. You've taught me so much. I can surf the internet with either hand and I know all the keyboard shortcuts for my browser. I know positions that aren't even in the Kamasutra. But you have such a dark side. I've been late for work more than once and I find myself wanting to jerkoff at six in the morning. That's what you've done to me.
Even now, on the eve of Christ's birth, I sit hunched over my computer, penis in hand. I had to turn the nativity scene around so that Jesus wouldn't see your filth. Try as I might, I can never hide you well enough either. It is harder to find you squirreled away on my hard drive than it is to get into my online bank account. Yet there is always lingering evidence. I've told you time and again to stop leaving your things at my place. But you ALWAYS forget something: a shortcut here, an unclear history there.
There's no acceptance when you are discovered either. It might have been ok when we started - just innocent flirting with softcore. But now my girlfriends discover my asphyxiation collection, or that one goat video. I hate that you always invite your shadiest friends over when you come.
So I have one request. I know I can't get rid of you... you are the psychopathic stalker to my teenage horror film. But if you won't leave me alone, can you at least do me one favor? If I ever die, can you please format my hard drive? All of them? If you can't do that, just burn my place down. My family can never know of my shame.
- Your shamed lover
Oh Best of Craigslist
Jan 8, 2008
RIP
Trixi Bones Bouvier's Blurbs
About me:
i am a strong independent dyslexic caucasian sexually active female who enjoys long walks on the beach, carpeted walls, painted floors, elvis via felt, alpha males, cabbage patch kids and musicals
Who I'd like to meet:
steve rubell and michael jacksons children
big amounts of photo booth fun coming soon to a blog near you (this one)
and i would like to thank JR for making my blog her home page
thank you JR
About me:
i am a strong independent dyslexic caucasian sexually active female who enjoys long walks on the beach, carpeted walls, painted floors, elvis via felt, alpha males, cabbage patch kids and musicals
Who I'd like to meet:
steve rubell and michael jacksons children
big amounts of photo booth fun coming soon to a blog near you (this one)
and i would like to thank JR for making my blog her home page
thank you JR
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