This entry was posted on January 1, 2008 by cappie. It was filed under Uncategorized .
Too funny. She’s adorable!
January 1, 2008 at 4:28 pm
The only reason I came was to let it be known that I tried to apologize to heather and Spank.
Unfortunatly I have been blocked from her site.
Whats even more unfortunate is that at first I felt really bad. But now I dont. It seems that its prevalent among that crowd to talk shit about someone without giving them the ability to answer back.
Pretty chicken shit, if you ask me.
Please relay my sentiments to Spank letting her know that I think shes a judgemental selective bitch with no guts.
I would never allow someone to be falsely or wrongly spoken of on my blog without letting tham have a chance to apologize or defend themselves.
January 1, 2008 at 5:43 pm
First, Cap, you don’t have to convey Mick’s message to Spank. She already knows that about herself.
Second, I think I missed something. Who was mean to Mick? Please don’t make me sift through comments. Just tell me who it was and what they said and then I’ll change Mick’s diaper and give him his pacifier.
Good fucking grief.
January 2, 2008 at 11:29 pm
” Who was mean to Mick? ”
The chicken shit bitch took down the comment.
Now who should that diaper belong too ?
I can handle mean. Your just a bunch of hypersensative short circuited stepford soccer moms who have no buisness getting high.
Fucking wimps can dish it out but ya cant take it.
I eat people like you for breakfast on issues that really matter. Not “wheres my cell battery ? “how do you make gravy ?”
If any of you had to approach a real issue you would probably leave a puddle. And if you do everything the way you blog you shouldnt be changing anyones diaper.
Which is only to imply I hope you dont have kids or work near eldely folk. But then again… It seems old for you is someone actually has a fucking brain.
January 3, 2008 at 1:14 am
And so sissy, you make my point for me. Its been 1 minute since my last post here and I noticed that you went right over to Spanks and cried and talked shit without that person being able to respond since you know spank has blocked me.
You are truly pathetic losers.
January 3, 2008 at 1:18 am
OK. Mick, first of all, I took down MY comment because I thought it was rude. Because I actually thought to myself, “Oh, that’s a rude thing to say and it sounds mean.” I realize that doesn’t occur to you, but it did occur to me. Second, take a long view for a second and notice that while we have generally moved on to other things, you are still whining about this. If you’d wanted to apologize, all you had to say was “sorry,” which you clearly didn’t.
It’s not about being able to dish it out or take it. It’s about the fact that we don’t have to take it if we don’t feel like it. Why should we put up with you if you can’t be nice? Just name a reason. It’s not your blog, so you don’t decide. But if your goal was to mend fences just now, and I don’t think that it was, you’re going about it the wrong way because you STILL haven’t said one nice thing, not to me, not to Spank, not to Cappy, not to Spank’s sister. And not just not-nice things, but deliberately mean things. To 4 people out of 6. Repeatedly. And I even told Keywork to tell you that there were no hard blog-feelings after you bitched on HIS blog, but you keep making me regret feeling bad for you.
If your goal isn’t to mend fences, well, go on your way then. Why stick around just to tell people you DON’T like them? You could be doing things you actually like with the same time, you know? That doesn’t seem very productive. And no, people aren’t sitting around trying to fight with you. If Sissy leaves after a minute, it’s because she’s gone somewhere you AREN’T because she doesn’t enjoy fighting. And that’s her right. And if you don’t like us, then stay gone already. It’s not like you were nice to Cappy, either. You lump us all together as a group, tell us all how fucking stupid we are, then have the nerve to come cry – on one of our blogs, no less – about how WE treated YOU! It’s beyond absurd.
(Sorry to eat up your blog with this, Cappy. I thought someone should explain the obvious though I know the response will be mean-spirited. If you need to know how to block someone, just let me know.)
January 3, 2008 at 6:11 am
That was way too much to say. Sorry, Cap! Feel free to delete.
January 3, 2008 at 6:38 am
Here’s what I should have said, “Mick, you are right. We are wrong.”
January 3, 2008 at 7:19 am
Also, “take a number.” 🙂
January 3, 2008 at 8:32 am
If you look at my original post above, the first thing it says that I attempted to apologize only to find out that I had been blocked.
Can you understand that much ?
And then like bunch of no class assholes you all get to rag on me at Spanks place without the knowledge that I had tried to apologize or that I could not reply in my defense.
Now personally , I could give a rip roaring fuck if I ever hear from any of you again.
But I take a certain pleasure in reaming judgemental assholes a new one.
And as so , you have all proven my point for me very well indeed. Because as I’m sure you are all aware by now that I am blocked at Spanks. And yet like the chicken shit bitches that you are , you continue to post shit about me on spanks blog with the knowledge that I cant reply in my defense.
Spank invited me over to her blog because she thought I was funny, maybe so. But I am nobodys fucking monkey.
I dont do tricks on demand.
I started as mean and sarcastic. But if any of you botherd to notice I tried to tone it down twice by wishing you all, and I quote; “Happy New year guys and gals. Stay safe, dont do anything I used to do.
And have a wonderful evening.”
And you can read the rest for yourselves as heather removed her comment and my reply remained. Leaving me looking and sounding like “Charles Manson” as your cocksucking friend ” Albert” put it.
This little brain fart in my life has grown to a grand realization of proportions and consequences that can only be chalked up to one thing.
You really are a bunch of twits. But I am even more at fault for getting involved with a girls high school locker room conversation.
January 3, 2008 at 11:15 am
Just a reminder in case you are too busy to actually deal with facts Heather.
On January 3, 2008 at 6:11 am Heather Said: ;”If you’d wanted to apologize, all you had to say was “sorry,” which you clearly didn’t.”
On January 1, 2008 at 5:43 pm micky2 Said:
The only reason I came was to let it be known that I tried to apologize to heather and Spank.
Unfortunatly I have been blocked from her site.
Can you tell time and read a calender ? Never mind plain english ?
January 3, 2008 at 11:25 am
Good almight lord in heaven above. I’m not judging anybody. And if we are keeping a timeline here, Micky, you were the one who blasted onto Spanky’s blog and ripped away. You judged everyone and you’re still doing it. You’re still calling names and saying really rude things about people. And in the event that you think you are unique because I offered to change your diaper, check with Gary on that one. I’m sure I’ve made the offer to him on more than one occassion. I slam people in good humor. I take very little seriously here. This isn’t my life, but apparently that is not the case for some. My life happens outside these walls. Inside this place, it’s a free-for-all. So judge me as you please, and call me whatever, because you don’t have the Real McCoy in your hands where I am concerned. You don’t know me well enough to place judgement.
Will someone please let Micky back on Spanky’s blog????? That really is unnerving. Gary does it to me all the time and it makes me want to change his diaper.
January 3, 2008 at 11:56 am
Lets try this a differnt way.
I apologize. I apologize for blasting in to Spanks and reaming everyone.
Like you said; “Its a free for all”
O.K. then. You are all welcome to my website where no one gets blocked ever.(unless its jibberish)
You will get a chance to see the real me as opposed to the character that Spank invited to her blog.
Spank I’m sure was quite aware of the persona I projected at Keyworks. That is what she invited to her place. That is what she got.
To be realistic , yes, I dont shit about any of you really. Any more than you think you really know shit about me.
Maybe I should of introduced myself as soon as arriving at spanks. But it seems it was a bad decision to walk in and just start slapping heads without really getting to know the slappees first.
My life happens outside these walls also. And like most people, it has a profound influence on our blogs. As much as we all blog for different reasons
It does for me anyway.
I invite you all to read my articles and posts if you feel like it. And if you will notice that the composure is quite different from what you are used to so far. http://micky2.wordpress.com/
I’m not an evil or sick man. But I can be an incredible asshole when people talk about others without them being able to respond. If things are needed or meant to be worked out we should never shut the other one out. We should embrace the conversation so it has a chance to heal itself.
January 3, 2008 at 12:44 pm
Don’t apologize for the way you entered Spank’s. It was a stellar performance! Seriously. Nothing wrong with that. And we’ve all stood victim to a good old fashioned blog pillaging.
And hear, hear on everything you said. I agree completely.
Except for the part about you not being evil or sick. We all know the truth. Don’t try and hide from it. I spent months pretending to be cool around these parts. They all knew otherwise. Embrace your blog self. Don’t let us down. Be the sick fuck that you really are!
(I CRACK myself up!)
January 3, 2008 at 5:01 pm
Can you comment at Spanky’s yet?
January 3, 2008 at 5:02 pm
Um..nobody commented on my beautiful granddaughter.
Damn, fuck, shit. A bunch of fucking step-ford soccer moms on crack with no brains who can’t take shit for nothing.
January 3, 2008 at 8:16 pm
Their all gorgeous when they are young. She is exceptional because she is yours. And thats all that matters.
Now, I have to ask. Is that you with a bud light in your hand peering into someones living room ?
I’ll try Spanks tommorrow. I’m too choked up to type.
January 3, 2008 at 8:42 pm
Get it fucking straight there, Mick.
1. I’m not a fucking hypersensitive soccer mom. Never was and never will be.
2. I might not be able to dish it out but I can take what ever ya got. The only thing I’m a little sensitive on is the “no brain” thing. Don’t ever call me stupid I’ll rip dick off.
3. I don’t change diapers
4. If you don’t like the high school locker room conversation then don’t converse. It’s that simple. Maybe that was your mistake.
5. I do agree with one thing, you did tone it down a bit at the end, I remember thinking wow he does have a conscious. And you keep putting an “S” on the end of everything as in plural. Yeah, we might come as a package but Spanky wasn’t there, Sissy wasn’t there and I think you pretty much pounded on me most of the day and things were fine when I left. I don’t know what happened between you and Heather but when I got back in the morning, I was like, damn what happened.
You did try to apologize and then called spanky a judgemental selective bitch with no guts. What’s up with that? You don’t know her well enough to be calling her names like that.
January 3, 2008 at 8:53 pm
yup that’s me and glass is for watching neighbors have sex, not peering into living rooms. Don’t you know these things. And for the record I don’t drink bud light it’s for pussies.
that actually was a concert you can read about it in category labeled lesbians. If you want to read about hypersensitive locker room bull shit.
January 3, 2008 at 9:06 pm
“I’m not a fucking hypersensitive soccer mom. Never was and never will be.”
Would “a fucking hypersensative grandma” be more accurate ?
“I might not be able to dish it out but I can take what ever ya got. The only thing I’m a little sensitive on is the “no brain” thing. Don’t ever call me stupid I’ll rip dick off.”
I have detachable penis’s in various models. The original is in a vault in my restaurant. Whenever we run low on Calamari I stick it back on for a couple hours and were back in business.
If you rip one of them off, keep it. I’ve got more.
“I don’t change diapers”
You must really smell bad
“If you don’t like the high school locker room conversation then don’t converse. It’s that simple. Maybe that was your mistake.”
I was invited. So I thought it would only be polite to say a little something. sis boom bah 🙂
” I do agree with one thing, you did tone it down a bit at the end, I remember thinking wow he does have a conscious. And you keep putting an “S” on the end of everything as in plural. Yeah, we might come as a package but Spanky wasn’t there, Sissy wasn’t there and I think you pretty much pounded on me most of the day and things were fine when I left. I don’t know what happened between you and Heather but when I got back in the morning, I was like, damn what happened.
You did try to apologize and then called spanky a judgemental selective bitch with no guts. What’s up with that? You don’t know her well enough to be calling her names like that.”
You were all there in spirit, I could feel the love running down my leg.
Blocking me was a judgement call on spanks part which caused me to not be able to submit an apology.
People should at least leave an opportunity for their offenders to apologize, it doesnt mean that they have to accept that apology. I was hurt to point of Xanax. So I called her a judgemental bitch. Form what it appeared, thats exactly what she was doing.
But hey ! My wife is a judgemental bitch, and I love her.
Heather made fun of my jokes.
They were her jokes, I told them just for her !
And what do I get ?
Some chick whos stoned with a camcorder lookin for a shot of Wilford Brimley instead.
Gotta make dinner, love ya all, toodles.
January 3, 2008 at 9:53 pm
That wasn’t love that was running down your leg, hon, you’re diaper must of been leaking or maybe the calamari is rotting.
I don’t like to speak for others but why don’t WE as we’re all here in spirit chalk this up to an apology and get on with our bad selves.
I can’t take this bickering.
January 3, 2008 at 10:21 pm
wow. that is all I can say.
Mic..I did cut you off because some people emailed me privately with their concerns. if you wish to blast someone, then blast me. I made the decision. I am not offended by you or angry by your actions. I like to have a good and apparently stupid brainless soccer mom time on my blog.
cappy is right, you do not know me and while it would be fun to tell you off, I am sorry to say that none of this matters to me in the least.
I dont recall bad mouthing you on my blog, but if i did, then I was wrong to do that. I like to have fun, not be mean.
Lexi is adorable, this nonsense on your blog causes me great shame, and I stand by my decision to block you. Not because you pissed me off or offended me, but the bottom line is that the people that visit me are important to me and if your comments cause them to stop visiting then I will have defeated the purpose of my super lame blog.
I am sorry this happened, I invited you to visit because I did find you to be very amusing, I guess it just wasnt a good match of personality.
January 3, 2008 at 10:29 pm
Spanky…..you’re making me mad. And I know you don’t care that you might be making me mad. But WTF? Do we have to go through this whole “where the fuck are we going to hang out now?” thing again just because someone was trying to be funny and people got offended? (except Gary who trotted right on over with great expectations of having his taint pulled over his face again. smiley face.)
I am so mother fucking forgiving, it’s now become a character flaw.
Cap, thanks for hosting us. I cracked up on every word you wrote up there. And I didn’t comment on Lexi because I’d already seen her in action and flaked on the video itself when I saw it here. I do that all the time. I go to blogs all day and read and have great things to say, but then get distracted. Then I go back to see if anyone had anything to say about the thing I had said, only to find I never said it.
Just as well.
So. Can there be another fight? This one did not fill my quota.
January 3, 2008 at 10:38 pm
I feel famous. And don’t you remember I like to be dick slapped.
January 3, 2008 at 10:47 pm
OH THERE WILL BE MORE FIGHTS IM SURE….fights and soccer mom talk…its all i can handle
January 3, 2008 at 10:56 pm
Sissy, if you need a good fight you are always welcomed here. just let me know and I’ll call upon our friend the “sick fuck” and he can entertain us as long as you’d like.
January 3, 2008 at 11:02 pm
“If you don’t like the high school locker room conversation then don’t converse. It’s that simple. Maybe that was your mistake.”
I was invited. So I thought it would only be polite to say a little something. sis boom bah
Since every one is taking responsibility in one way or another, I would like to own up to mine. I came back from the eye Dr’s and read Micky’s first comment and the mood I was in, I just let it out. So I edged him on, too. I didn’t take offense, when I was done I left. So as I am welcomed in your house you are welcomed here, so long as you fight nice.
January 3, 2008 at 11:12 pm
I have some cool recipes 🙂
January 3, 2008 at 11:19 pm
um..that’s nice. As long as I don’t have to dial long distance and they deliver.
January 3, 2008 at 11:21 pm
do they entail calamari. yum…
January 3, 2008 at 11:22 pm
Cap; That was fucking nauseating. But I meant it.
Spank; You go your way and I’ll go mine. It will be fun.
Sissy; If you ever need help with your gravy.
This sick fuck has made sauces for presidents. (true story )
January 3, 2008 at 11:26 pm
In real life I dont like Calamari.
Its cheap bait.
One slip and it turns into a sneaker.
To much prep cost and not enough mark up to ever make it worthwhile.
It really has no flavor.
And even if I did like it I could never get away from the thought of it being someones foreskin
January 3, 2008 at 11:31 pm
I meant it, too. When it’s my turn to cook I order out. I hate to cook. And I hate this mother fucking cold weather.
catch you later.
January 3, 2008 at 11:32 pm
since you put it that way, ew.
January 3, 2008 at 11:34 pm
My favorite part of this week’s entertainment was Micky lumping Cap into the soccer mom bundle.
Mick. Babe. If you only knew how not-soccer-mom Cap is. I was cracking up. But she took it well. Like the dick slap pro she is. (true story)
I hate to cook. Probably because I hate to eat. It takes up too much time. What’s funny is that when I do sit down with friends to eat, I go hog wild. I sit and eat and sit and eat and then drink something so I can go back and sit and eat.
I have to endure the food network 24-7 in my house. Not to get all soccer mom on you, but last night, my kids reinacted The Next Iron Chef reality show. They each prepared a dish within an alotted amount of time and then Keyser and I were the judges. I spit out Zoey’s dish. Ate Claire’s out of hunger. And gave Hazel a ten for serving bananas and honey dew melon with vanilla cream cheese sauce. It was like eating a milkshake. She won the cook-off on taste and presentation because although she butchered the fruit in the slicing process, she neatly arranged the mis-shaped peices on a plate around a bowl of the sauce stuff and then inserted toothpicks into each peice of fruit. Very eye-appealing.
What in the fucking name of christ am I blathering about?
I have work to do.
January 3, 2008 at 11:49 pm
I did almost the same thing when I was about 4 or 5.
I tried to sneak a hot dog into my room. As I walked past my parents who were watching TV in the living room the hot dog fell out of my underwear and on to the floor in front of them.
They let me have it.
The hot dog.
January 3, 2008 at 11:53 pm
see…now that was funny.
January 4, 2008 at 9:44 am
Whats even funnier is that I still remember it.
And the look on my parents face.
January 4, 2008 at 1:35 pm
I want to see the video of Lexi on her rocking horse, please.
January 4, 2008 at 4:21 pm
I agree with Saranne. I hate to cook and I eat just to stay alive, it’s a waste of time unless it’s popcorn and chips.
When I took cooking in high school, my group use to put cleanser in the food we were making. The teacher wondered why we never ate anything and the food accidentally fell on the floor when we had to share the food with the other kids.
January 4, 2008 at 4:58 pm
Being the basic foundation of life and also one of the most beautiful things God ever gave us.
I luvs to cook. Its been my whole life.
The shopping, the prep are all foreplay.
It contains all the elements demanded in any of all arts.
Sight, touch, feel, taste, emotion, smell.
i guess the only sound would be a sizzling Steak Diane.
or the burps and farts that follow.
January 4, 2008 at 6:40 pm
The shopping, the prep are all foreplay.
It contains all the elements demanded in any of all arts.
Sight, touch, feel, taste, emotion, smell
sounds like a good porn to me.
January 4, 2008 at 7:45 pm
I’m just trying to show my softer more sensitive side.
I dont eat fucking quiche`
An omlette in a pie crust. BFD
January 4, 2008 at 10:03 pm
Although, the softer and more sensitive side is flattering, you don’t need to hide behind it for me.
January 4, 2008 at 10:26 pm
and what does BFD stand for. I’m not one for skimping on words so I’m not familiar with abbreviation’s or slang.
WTF- I’ll always say, what the fuck. It just looks batter.
January 4, 2008 at 10:31 pm
Well, that explains a lot about you and me, Mick. I love a good quiche. And I’ll eat a bad one, too. I thoroughly enjoy the feel of eggs, cheese, and a cheap crust all in one mouthful.
January 4, 2008 at 11:50 pm
I love WTF. It’s one of my favorite words. I also enjoy GFY, BMA, LMT, EMB, and, of course, O.M.G.
January 4, 2008 at 11:53 pm
Big fucking deal.
I’m not hiding behind anything,I said I was just trying to show it.
You need to understand something. Well maybe you dont , but I’ll say it anyway. And hopefully it wont be seen as dragging anythin on. The guy that spank met at keys (me) is a guy that became that way because of a blog (antisocialist)that is now down. It went down abrubtly and some people were really bummed out because it was a comical but highly informative and accurate political blog. I know the anti personally. And key has spoken to him live also.
A little charade started were I would accuse the key of doing something to my friend the anti and I was coming to get him in revengful pursuit. I was crude, cruel , rotten , vulgar and threatening.
This was the guy that spank invited to her blog.
Didnt work out too well, did it ?
Oh well, thought I would throw that out there.
As a professional waiter in some of the best houses in the country I developed the ability to walk into the kitchen and get blue in the face and scream
” wheres my food cocksuckers ?” And then in 10 seconds walk out on the floor and charm 20% gratuities out of customers paying 800.00 tabs.
I can play is what i’m saying.
But the real guy has two kids, a beautiful Hawaiian wife. Owns his own business and a 400,00.00 house.
Ontop being a very concerned patriot. I debate mostly in political arenas. And am very good at it. I am called upon often to straighten out the occasional delirious moonbat.
January 4, 2008 at 11:55 pm
I also have a male pug and a great dane bitch and a hemalayen siamese.
I got the pug and the great dane at the same time just so I could watch the pug try to fuck the great dane.
January 5, 2008 at 12:06 am
It doesn’t matter to me who you are. Either way I enjoy your company. Glad you told me, though. Now let’s talk about that 400,000.00 house. How much would that be here. I don’t like this time difference.
and before we go on any further I just want to say kudos to your 15 years of cleanliness. I respect that.
January 5, 2008 at 12:12 am
I have two cats, Adrienne and fluffy. Fluffy is Adrienne son. He is gay.
January 5, 2008 at 12:14 am
I’m married to a dick slapping man and have two children, too. and a granddaughter. I was a MILF and now I’m a GILF. hahahaha..
January 5, 2008 at 12:17 am
My daughter had a Siberian husky and a miniature chihuahua. they were so funny together. the huskey was the male.
January 5, 2008 at 12:27 am
Thanks for the congrats. Although I did fuck up for about a month when my dad died 5 years ago.
My property is probably worth 150,000.00 in a Vegas suburb.
Its a two story townhouse. 15 years ago I saw identical units in Vegas for 60,000.00.
Its a mediocre piece by all standards. But this is Hawaii.
A gallon of milk not on sale is 8.00
Paradise is grat in one way. Its really fucked in a lot of ways. Aytime you want to get away you cant drive without seeing the same thing every two hours. Or you need to take out a loan to get three pepole off the rock for a week
January 5, 2008 at 12:31 am
Are you any where near the Lost filming.
and I pay 6.50 for lactaid. we go through almost 2 gallons a week. I need a fucking cow.
January 5, 2008 at 12:35 am
As a matter of fact I live in Temple valley ( Kaneohe)
about 10 miles from where alot of the first season was filmed. Do you remember when they got the VW van started and went cruising in the fields and stuff ?
January 5, 2008 at 12:43 am
yeah, that was near you? that’s cool. I love that show and it’s returning soon. yay..
January 5, 2008 at 12:45 am
what’s the time difference, i live in pa.
January 5, 2008 at 12:46 am
Its 6:47 pm here, it must be fucking one in the morning there ?
January 5, 2008 at 12:48 am
I’m usually asleep by 9. but then I get up at 3 am.
I like those three hours to be left the fuck alone
January 5, 2008 at 12:49 am
12:00, wow five hours, I didn’t know that. learn something new everyday.
January 5, 2008 at 12:50 am
I’m usually a 9:00 or 9:30, also. And I need my 10 hours of sleep. that’s why I miss all the blog talk. everyone stays up until 3 am. I just took a sleeping pill so I will be able to sleep in. Haven’t been sleeping lately.
January 5, 2008 at 12:53 am
my husband is in bed by 7 so my alone time is 7 to 9. My kids are older so I dont need to take care of them.
January 5, 2008 at 12:54 am
My boy got a wii, going bowling.
January 5, 2008 at 12:55 am
have fun. we got guitar heroes. I don’t play.
my husband plays all that shit.
January 5, 2008 at 12:58 am
I officially name this the most interesting blog of the day. I just got to read Micky’s life story. Awesome. Seriously. Everyone’s always so mysterious in these parts. I never get the nitty gritty.
I have 15 years, too. With no hiatus and one really awful death that didn’t make me want to relapse. Just made me want to find an interstate or porthole to the other side. That wishful thinking lead me to unexpected places.
So, since I’m here, most likely alone at this hour, and since this whole controversy has me thinking about who we are and how that affects those to whom we type everyday, I’ve been pondering the fact that I share myself with no one. Just tonight, I found myself in the moment of needing to say something to Cap, and I cut myself short. In essence, very, very, very few people have the slightest idea of who I am and how I am affected by the world around me. Much of this has to do with tradegy. There’s been a lot of it. And rather than carry it around like a weight tied to my neck, I learned to bust on it. Laugh at it. And carry on. But, these past few days, I’ve been inspired to contemplate that. Nurturing the shit into sarcastic sunshine has lead me to a level of cynicism through which I feel has translated me into something I am not. I fear I have been lost in the translation of a 15-year-old coping mechanism.
January 5, 2008 at 3:09 am
Sissy, I have ADD. You’re about the only one that I can openly say that to and not feel shame or disgrace. You don’t need to tell me anything, I’m a visual thinker remember. Just because the last few days you think you became someone you’re not, but in reality you became a little part of someone you are. Someone who needs to stand up for herself and say what is on her mind and not let people walk all over her. You can’t be afraid to say things just because of what one may think. This is why I’m in therapy. We’re alike, in a lot of ways, not on the outside but on the inside, I’ve always said that, I can feel it. So don’t blame a fifteen year old coping mechanism on the person that you are and the person that I know, just because of a few rant-fucking words that you spewed over these pages the last few days. Maybe this mechanism is who you’ve become but don’t ever hide it. It’s not good for the soul. You’re an individual. You’re your own person, true to yourself. I don’t have time for hollow people. This is what I love about you. There are very few people in this world that I can say that about, you’re one of them.
Enough of this therapy session, next hour I charge, oh wait lunch is on me next time. fuck…cheese steaks from chubby’s. or delasandro’s it’s been a while I forget which one is better.
January 5, 2008 at 11:44 am
Chubby’s. But D’s are good, too. Either one.
And thanks for the therapy. I haven’t heard anyone say nice, ego-boosting things to me in a long time. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I love you, even if you don’t love my blow-up snowman.
January 5, 2008 at 12:08 pm
But am I right?
January 5, 2008 at 12:45 pm
although tharapy is not about right or wrong it’s about understanding. And I think I understand you.
January 5, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Yeah. And Sissy, your coping mechanisms are your business. You change what you want to change, but not because you think someone else wants you to. I like you the way you are. And remember, you said you were replacing bickering with spitting this year. So spit, girl. We’re not judging you.
January 5, 2008 at 12:59 pm
What 15 years has brought me is the ability to cherish my emotions. I enjoy them like any other sensation. And use the accordingly with much more awareness as to their purpose. I’m actually able now to stand back and determine if my anger is justified or just some vanity driven glitch.
And cynicism for me is great. It gives my endorphins a little rush when I dont take everything so serioiusly.
January 5, 2008 at 1:05 pm
well, that deserves more than a chubby’s cheese steak.
January 5, 2008 at 1:14 pm
Your right, Mick, everyone needs to have a little cynicism. It’s good for the soul. If we didn’t have any, how would we cope.
January 5, 2008 at 1:46 pm
I feel hole again and with purpose.
January 5, 2008 at 1:50 pm
Everyone has a purpose, I’m still trying to find out what mine is. Well, besides taking care of my family.
January 5, 2008 at 1:52 pm
To propel the species. So we can feel hole.
We are an evolving organism. On a scale in proportion to every other species we are the clear winners in all areas. Except for dung beetles.
Look at what we have become since our first walking ancestors 4 million years ago. The biggest surge taking place in the last 70,000 years.
can you imagine what we will look and act like in another say 50,000 years ?
We’ll probably just be big brains with really short apendages.
January 5, 2008 at 4:09 pm
this was all too too much. we only reveal what we want to about uourselfs…you might say “oh no I am an open book” but the truth is, atleast for me…i tell you what I want you to know. Sissy will attest to the fact that I am secretive and very private in many ways. So while I enjoy reading the brief histories of lives and stuff, when i am done reading I always murmur to myself…yeah…but what DIDNT you tell me….you know those things you dont speak of but they define you anyway…so yeah….none of that made sense did it?
January 5, 2008 at 5:08 pm
everyone has secrets. There is only two people that I tell everything to and if I dig deep enough there may be something that I left out.
no one is going to tell all. But they do enough for people to be interested. not enough to judge them anyway. I enjoyed mick at your place and I enjoy him here. And he is probably sitting back right now saying “look at these fuck heads fighting over me” hehehhe…
January 5, 2008 at 5:49 pm
Oh hey ! You bet your ass !
Theres shit that I will never tell anyone.
Are you kidding ? With my past that would be worse than all of hollywood exposed.
January 5, 2008 at 5:50 pm
January 5, 2008 at 5:58 pm
And he is probably sitting back right now saying “look at these fuck heads fighting over me”
Yea, its that virility and insecurity thing us old fart Wilford Brimly types carry around.
Ferrari ? Toupe`? Viagra ?
Not yet really.
I see that fucking Viagra commercial with all those guys in the barn singing about their boners and how they cant wait to get home and I just want to cry.
Is this what our middle aged male society has boiled down to?
And who says thy’re going home any way ?
maybe if their wives brushed the spam out from the cracks of their teeth they could get it up.
January 5, 2008 at 7:29 pm
you’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?
See what the fuck you started. good fucking God…
I’m pissing my pants over here. I haven’t had this much drama since i don’t know when.
January 5, 2008 at 9:10 pm
January 5, 2008 at 9:37 pm
Just because it wasn’t clear from the get-go, though it was to me, I called him Wilford Brimley because I thought it was funny he was skeeved out by old people. Akin to calling Spank “Bozo.” Because she’s skeeved out by clowns. And since I have to explain every friggin’ thing I say now, not so funny. Ah, well.
January 5, 2008 at 9:40 pm
Heather the funny thing is I never got the joke, I don’t know who wilford brimley is.
I now have resorted to eating scooter pies and pringles. bad mojo…need chubby cheese steak..now..
January 5, 2008 at 9:47 pm
You all are just as cute as the old men Heather dreams of.
I’ll bet you all got some hottie issues that you wont ever tell anyone.
I think we all try to imagine if anything for a little while what the people we talk to online are “really” like.
Remember Paige Birgfeld ? The white picket fence soccer mom that doubled as an escort on the side ? They found all her rubber clothes ? I ask myself ” what do these women actually do besides what I’ve seen ? What does a “sissy ” look like? Or a spank ?
I.ve only gotten it right once.
The guys name is Jersey McJones.http://jerseymcjones.blogspot.com/ Hes a rip roaring ASSHOLE ! I debate him like a cat slapping a dead mouse around before he eats it. For a month or two I went at it with him almost every day. Finally I broke down and went to his website and I was almost dead on in my vision of him.
It was so funny it was scary.
(caution, if you venture there you will see the bad micky)
January 5, 2008 at 9:53 pm
The fat guy in “Cocoon” The “quaker oatmeal” guy with the big white handle bar moustache ?
January 5, 2008 at 10:06 pm
you can’t tell from my picture? plenty of pics throughout the blog. I pretty much lay it on the line. I don’t hide much. I really don’t care what people think, i am who I am and I can’t change that. Everyone has issues they don’t tell and I won’t tell, but I don’t think they have an impact on someone getting to know me.
It is different when you know what they look like. I just met spanky and now when she posts I can actually see her writing and expressing herself.
January 5, 2008 at 10:09 pm
bahhahhahhaah. I now get the oatmeal joke.
Jesus fucking christ, I really need to catch up on things.
January 5, 2008 at 10:11 pm
I figured I would talk to you before I went looking at pics.
Its a fine line. If you wait too long the picture rocks you out of your pre existing image. If go look too soon , you’ll have expectations of what that person acts like based on their appearance.
Like Jersey. Fuck if he didnt look like Belushi in the movie 1941. The way I always pictured him.
January 5, 2008 at 10:19 pm
my picture of someone is always different then what it really is.
January 5, 2008 at 10:56 pm
guess you found a new home to hang out at.
January 6, 2008 at 1:38 am
I’m a rollin stone
January 6, 2008 at 1:55 am
I feel used, like cheap calamari, chewed up and spit out into a sandbox full of kitty liter pretending to a Brittany Spears wanna-be.
Roll back when ever you want.
January 6, 2008 at 11:25 am
We could help save the environment if we all had sandboxes with kitty litter instead of sand.
Just leave the kids in it and clean it every day.
No more smelly paper and plastic bombs all over the place.
And the moonbat treehuggers would be so happy they would shit.
Fuck, then they would need diapers.
January 6, 2008 at 12:24 pm
Or we could just not have any more kids, if I remember correctly it went something like this:
Both pussys and assholes fart, so what the fuck do you care ? My point was that its only 18 ” from your ass to your head. Only because Key probably kicked the damn thing up between your shoulders one night.
Anal is good, you should indolge so as not to populate this earth with anymore of your kind. But with your selectivness in mates being quite undemanding I’ll bet she wraps a diaper around her next turd and tries to burp it.
And by the way. If you get lucky….
Go fuck yourself.
I say fuck, vote for treehuggers and save the earth, damn it…
January 6, 2008 at 1:19 pm
The earth has been in trouble for billions of years.
And has been through much worse than anything man has dished out.
Treehuggers dont like to be voted for, its just another form of discrimination in their eyes.
But on a serious note their is a ” Church of Euthanasia” that supports the death of humans in the belief the we are earths worst enemy.
These fuckers are serious too !
January 6, 2008 at 2:23 pm
I heard about that.
January 6, 2008 at 2:28 pm
January 6, 2008 at 2:48 pm
I am so mad my name, was close to the word BOZO…shudder…
January 7, 2008 at 11:53 pm
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