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September 3rd, 2005
08:37 pm - Labor Day = Lust Day
I don't know about you...but for me, the change in seasons always gets me feeling FRISKY! I mean, I could, well...let's just say I could go a little wild. IF you get my drift!
Guys, do you ever think that nobody in the world wants to "get off" as much as you do? Do you ever wonder why girls don't seem to think about it as much as you? WE DO! I can speak for me AND for my girlfriends when I say that we could get off morning, noon, and night. Plus, it never hurts to have someone hot to get off with. Maybe you can be one of those guys for me? I mean, I am always looking for some hot stud to rub a nut out with. Feel like playing? I DO!!!!
Plus, guess what? All this weekend, through Labor Day (Mon, Sept 5, 2005) I'm donating
part of my money to the Red Cross for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. My heart is breaking for those poor people. So, let's do something hot AND help some really deserving people!
::::kisses::::
Cherie
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) Do Me!!!!
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January 21st, 2005
10:42 pm - BRRRRRRRRR it's COLD!
Okay, I like the seasons just as much as the next girl, but this is RIDICULOUS! I mean, I'm ready for Spring like you wouldn't believe. Sure, I like to cozy up in front of a roaring fire, drinking a Hot Toddy and getting naked with a sexy guy. Who wouldn't want to start some personal heat with some "body friction"? But I am OVER this cold weather. Bring on the WARM WEATHER. I'm ready to escape to some place with a warm beach, where I can pull out my tiniest little thong and get some rays! Who wants to take me to the beach? Any volunteers? LOL... I BET! Okay, so you can't take me to the beach? How about the next best thing! Let's get on the phone and see how how and nasty you can get with me! Heat me UP! I dare you!
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/wink.gif) naughty
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April 1st, 2004
04:32 pm - For Whom The Bell Tolls
I have decided to put life in a perspective of numbers... In the last 48 hours, I think I may have gotten 10 hours of sleep total, including my precious nappies. Six days ago, a guy from my hometown, whom I knew more than just in passing, was found dead at his university. The reports claim: accidental drowning. In less than 72 hours, his funeral will take place.
In these seven days alone, I have spoken to five people from my hometown, four through AOL instant messenger and one in person. Three people from a hometown of over 34,000 are attending the same university. This may not be impressive. Two other people attending the same university as me? Big deal, right? I am attending a university that is out of the country.
Out of the five people I spoke to from my hometown, I haven't spoken to two of them in nearly four years. In these seven days, I have been told by these people that two people from my hometown, one of them was in my grade, the other was a friend, have committed suicide in a time span of less than six months within each other. They were cousins.
Total number of deaths: 3.
A year ago today, my English teacher's youngest son committed suicide by hanging.
Total number of deaths: 4.
Total number of suicides: 3... 4th death is unconfirmed
Depressed yet?
I will stop here. Officially, I know of four people in my life who have committed suicide, five if that "accidental drowning" turns into something else. Two of whom were not necessarily my best friends, but they were definitely more than just acquaintances. All of these people were under the age of 22.
Wow. Where did society go wrong?
Just my two cents.
Cherie
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March 30th, 2004
11:06 am - Rescue Meeeee
I am sitting in one of my class conferences and busy reflecting not on the material that is being discussed, but rather, on how utterly pointless it is to be here. Don't get me wrong. Overall, I am a pretty good student and attend a prominent university. This is not, then, some college student slacker just using up a body of space in some no name college complaining about what a waste of time this is and how much more productive I can be working at a gas station (or working the phones at home, for that matter).
Anyway, back to my useless conference, which I'm paying $914 to attend this semester. As a sociology major, I can't help but constantly observe people. The room is situated where there's a conference table in the center and chairs surrounding the table. There are more chairs around the perimeter of the room itself. I am sitting at the far left corner of the room - i.e. as far away from the teacher's assistant (who is leading this conference) as possible. There are two others sitting around the perifery with me. The rest of them are sitting at the conference table. The majority is on the opposite end of the TA, while there's one who sits predictably to the left of the TA every single conference. We will conveniently dub her the TA's "Ass Kisser".
Hardly anyone attended the conference today - a grueling hour and a half of wasted time mostly observing the dialogue between the TA and her said Ass Kisser. Once in awhile, the TA remembers she has a roomful of others and implores the others to give an answer to a question - in which case we all give a resounding... silence. Back, then, she goes to her ever reliable Ass Kisser (who literally takes notes on her notes).
Today only one male attended the conference. And he is currently two seats to the left away from me, eyes closed probably dreaming of something other than this dreadful waste of time. Lucky boy.
Note to self: next time, wear a cap so you, too, can experience an out-of-classroom experience.
Just looked at my watch: 10:45am. Fuckin shit. Forty-five minutes left to go. Maybe there does exist a Goddess in this world, and hell will be let out early today.
Think my chances are good??
(P.S. We were let out 10:58am. Thank the Goddess).
Just my two cents.
Cherie
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March 13th, 2004
07:55 pm - Everyone should get laid on Saturday nights
It’s Saturday, and I’m still stuck in my version of the Ice Age – that would be the “no internet access” age (at home anyway… I’ve managed to find very interesting places to update my sites while trying to keep up a semblance of innocence). Anyway, let me get off that topic before this entry becomes a whirlwind of whines and complaints.
My boyfriend and I are generally very open about sharing each other’s fantasies. This is, of course, not a guarantee that we would go ahead with the fantasy, but in terms of where we are when we share this stuff, I think our communication is pretty good. One of the fantasies I’ve managed to keep under wraps until he pleaded and prodded me to open up to him was a fantasy of voyeurism. I haven’t told him about this one simply because I knew it would get a “no” reaction right away (he doesn’t like to share me), but my final reasoning in why I decided to open up to him was because sharing meant sharing.
So the fantasy goes somewhat like this: my boyfriend is hidden somewhere in our bedroom (perhaps the closet), while I seduce a stranger to come fuck me on our bed. I don’t necessarily want to fuck other men – that’s just a perk that comes along with this fantasy (lol). Instead, I find it a big turn on to know my boyfriend is watching me fuck someone else while his insides boil with jealousy and desire. And once the stranger leaves, my boyfriend comes out and fucks my brains out, in a possessive, demanding, even a wrathful kind of way. Whattaya think?
Being the sociology/psychology major/minor that I am, I’ve managed to psychoanalyze myself, and I’ve come to the realization that I’m one kinky mofo. Kidding, kidding… well, somewhat. Anyway, the best conclusion I’ve managed to draw from my psychoanalytic ways is that I need forms of reassurance in relationships – no matter how stable they may be. But being a female of the 21st Century, I don’t like the idea of me “needing” anything. The whole independent, autonomous, girl power, “I am female hear me roar” stance is quite chic these days.
Now that I’m beyond midway through this entry, I’ve lost the whole purpose behind me writing it in the first place. The hazards of trying to write x rated topics in a public place, I’m sure. So this is me signing off… it’s Saturday night anyway. And I’ve got a boyfriend to fuck ;)
Just my two cents
Cherie
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March 10th, 2004
05:06 pm - my wrath against technology... technology finally decides to punish me
One never really realizes the significance of technology until it is temporarily taken away from you. I have two computers – a desktop and a laptop for the sole purpose of using one as a back up and avoiding such a fate. I felt so disconnected from society when both strategically and untimely decided to crap out on me. Shit!
So here I am forced to join the ranks of other college students, huddled away inside a computer lab, hiding my business from curious onlookers. Hahaha! I should access my website and forever mark my deviance within the school’s network of computers, but alas it wouldn’t even last very long since they update the workstations every night. The website may be erased from the cache perhaps but never… never deep within the memory of the harddrive- that funny little thing many people protect and hide and try to delete with magnets.
Funny, even as I joke, I don’t have the cajones to access my site and “forever mark my deviance on school grounds”. This must go beyond my realms of taboo. Phone boning to pay for tuition seems a high enough price. I’m a good girl. Really.
Anyway, regardless of my limitations of taboo, I doubt all of you who access my site regularly access it during work hours (lucky to those who work at home!). Or maybe you guys are even naughtier than me?! (perish the thought).
I can’t FUCKING wait to get my computers up and running again where I can be free to be naughty in the privacy of my own home. Isn’t that what phone sex is? The ability to have a fantasy within a fantasy? Think about it. Those of you who ache for incest but would never ever do it, even if given the chance…
Some of you will adamantly refuse my statement. But really think about it. I know some of you WOULD refuse. No matter how great the desire. Why? A fantasy within a fantasy…
If you carried out that incestuous fantasy you are left with nothing. No more fantasy. But through this wonderful medium such as phone sex, you are given immeasurable pleasure without ultimate fulfillment.
Imagine how boring life would be if everyone was able to obtain their fantasies.
Just my two cents.
Cherie
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February 29th, 2004
01:28 am - I'm feeling blah
Ah, the hazards of long distance relationships. Now, before I continue on with my story of woe, I would like to quickly digress and make a pertinent point. My long distance boyfriend, was not, is not, and never will be a phone sex client of mine. That being said, all you lust struck, dreamy eyed, phone boners can stop fantasizing about 1) meeting me.. 2) having anything remotely physical with me.. and that would include shaking your hand (I know where my fingers have been, but do I know what your idle hands have been doing???).
I'm feeling blah because I missed my sweetie's call. Before you all gag yourselves with spoons, I would like to reiterate that I am female, and yes, this strap-on bitch babe does get mushy at times. Deal.
I was on a phonesex call pretending to be Daddy's lil darling cocksucker when my love tried to call. And because he didn't get a busy signal, he just assumed that I was out shaking my booty on some dance floor when alas, all I did was wait all night for his phone call. Now ladies (and gentlemen... and those who are sexual oriented challenged.. orientedly challenged? oriental challenged? whatever LOL.. those who are confused...), in no way am I condoning sitting by the phone all night and waiting for that one person to call. No no no. I knew he was going to call between 12-1230 EST so I didn't literally wait beside the phone waiting for him to call. That was just my trying to express how anxious I was to talk to my honey bunny. (Yes, the terms of endearments are sickening me, too lol I'll stop).
Btw, I'm curious to know what you guys call your special other. As for me? I don't call him sweetie or honey bunny lol. Sometimes I call him "love" other times "my prince" (yes the bitch has a soft side), but more often than not, I call him by his name... because that is who he is.. and with whom I fell in love, and no title can ever embody that.
Just my two cents.
Cherie xoxo
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February 24th, 2004
08:41 pm - I need a massage
It's been awhile since I've done any updating of my journal. It's almost as bad as the lack of reading I've done for my classes. Almost. But (!) I have been productive (aside from the usual busy fingers routine that is). I've been choreographing two solo pieces for myself which I will perform on March 15th and 16th (aaaaaaaaaack!). Yes that's right. Aside from being a brainiac and a temptuous naughty lil taboo slut, I am also an avid dancer. If anyone lived remotely close to me, I'd invite ya to watch the performance. Wait. I take that back. I know I push my eccentricity to levels of insane sometimes, but you guys out there could be real whackos. And as much as I want my 15 minutes of fame, I do NOT want it on some news station.... Fast forward to my death: "She was such an accomplished student..." *ahem* Yeah. We won't be having any of that. Enjoy Mardi Gras!
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