Why doesn't this surprise me? Yep. Took another one of those stupid little quizzes. I think I'm starting to understand why men can't stand me and lesbians adore me. Check out these results.
It's Beyond My Control I had such hopes when I moved here. "Oh, leave all your stuff in NJ, we'll get it at the end of the month."
The end of July came and went, I was sick as a dog, some weird virus that lasted forever. But by then it was obvious, I was lied to. There wasn't a chance in hell I was ever seeing anything I owned again.
Good-bye great-grandpa's bureau. Bye-bye my comfy bed and hello a futon where I get two hours sleep before the pain makes me move out onto the couch. Bye-bye all my clothes. This is really bothering me because the quote was, "we'll get all the arcticwear later." So here comes the cooler weather and I don't even have so much as a sweater.
The asshole who helped me pack shipped the wrong boxes here, so I have clothes that don't fit and eveningwear. Nothing but t-shirts and casual slacks for daytime wear. I don't have a coat. I don't even have socks, as I wear zoris and sandals all summer.
I'm depressed beyond words. I got a certified letter from storage, I can't open it. I don't have the money for them. I have nothing. I have found myself on my own for the most part here. No rides anywhere, no way to get anywhere but walk to the bus in what was 100 + degree weather all summer. Which I couldn't do. Therefore, no job. The bus stop is a mile away. This isn't a civilized city.
To top things off, when we got back to NJ, I was supposed to turn in license plates from a car I haven't had in years, to release the suspension on my license, which was from not turning in the plates. Now, I can never drive again, as those plates are going to end up god only knows where. I'm so fucking screwed.
I don't know what to do. I can't afford the thrift shop, let alone getting my stuff here. I don't even have nightgowns, except for two very light summer ones. I can't ask people for more help, I'm a complete fuck up.
I've been working online, but I'm lucky if I make $200 a month. I don't have the clothing for a day job, unless it's at the supermarket and then, I can't stand all day like that. Or I would.
I can't afford to see a doctor and my spine is completely out of whack. I have a few other medical issues too. Which is another thing. Walking that mile and back, well, I can't do it. It hurts. My right hip spends every day screaming in pain.
I'm a wreck.
Someone say something to make me feel better. I'm about to lose everything I own, I'm 1200 miles away from what I own and can't do a thing about it, I'm about to spend the winter as a popcicle, with no proper winter shoes, coat or sweaters. And no one here seems to care.
I've never been this low in my life. The roomie's friends and son all hate me. The kid screams if I so much as leave the laptop on the coffee table, but it's only MY stuff that's the mess. His dirty socks everywhere isn't his problem. He gets pissed when I ask him not to pile his dirty laundry in front of my bedroom door. Where is he supposed to put it? Gee, I'm 4'11", he's 6'3" and he doesn't get I can't just step over something piled three feet high.
I'm miserable. I want to go home. I can't go home, as I no longer have one to go home to. I knew this was a mistake, but in my mind it was better than a homeless shelter.
Had I known all of this, I would have just abandoned things in the apartment and spent the massive amount of money I spent getting things out just shipping boxes. $100+ for the U-Haul. $450 for storage. Know how much I could have shipped UPS for that? I'd have what I need, instead of living like this. No socks. How the fuck did I end up with no socks?
Current Mood: depressed Current Music:Screaming teenagers in the boy's room
I Wonder If Darren Sherman Will Be There Since that other site doesn't seem to want to load this today, (no error message, nothing. It's like it's just lost.) I figured I would put it here.
Gold digging sluts all over the tri-state area are in an uproar lately. So are feminists. So are the middle class. They're ranging from pissed off to outright furious to morally offended. They're being excluded from one of the funniest events ever to hit New York City.
I'm talking about a speed dating event coming up called, "Natural Selection Dating." Only rich men and hot chicks are invited. The men must prove their worth. Under 25, you need an annual income of over $200,000. 26 to 30, $300,000. If you're a guy over 30 with nothing but your wallet to recommend you, your annual salary has to be over $500,000. You also have to have over $1,000,000 in assets and if you're a spoiled man living off your trust fund, it has to be in excess of $4,000,000. If you're a woman, your entry is being based solely on looks. You don't need a brain in your head. Just five smoking hot pics. The entry fee is $500 for men, $50 for women.
The brainchild of Jeremy Abelson, Pocket Change is a website that reviews the most expensive things the city has to offer. The site's justification for such a publicity grabbing event is:
Pocket Change is honoring the age old union of wealthy men and hot girls. Society has taught us to not publicly acknowledge the obvious - no longer dear friends. Women want money in a man, men want beauty in a woman – this is a factual force of nature. Women don’t ask “So, what does he do for a living?” because they’re interested in his personality and guys don’t ask “is she hot?” because they’re concerned with character. Guys know that money buys them the car, the house and the trophy wife. This genetic cleansing is how the wealthy stay beautiful.
Obviously Abelsen isn't a trust fund baby, or in the social register. If he was, he would know how many rich, ugly people are out there. "Beautiful people" has never actually applied to looks, but more to the jet set. Well, as his pseudonym is Richard Nouveau, yeah, new money attitude. But then, we have to give him some credit. I share this sentiment:
“The sad thing is not the fact that we would put it together,” Abelson said. “The sad thing is that people will actually pay for it. The beautiful thing is that it exposes innate desires in dating.”
Judging the worth of the hot chicks will be matchmaker Janis Spindel, who runs Serious Matchmaking, Inc. She gets lots of publicity for the price of her dating service. For men, it starts at $100,000, plus expenses. Women can have a half hour interview and be added to her database for $1000. She's also been sued a few times for bilking men out of their money and not delivering.
Believe it or not, the competition to get in on this dating event is fierce. There are 40 spots for each gender. Women who have applied and have been rejected are really pissed off. How dare someone as special as they are be told they're not pretty enough?
I personally think the entire thing is a scream. Men with nothing to recommend them to women with brains will be seeing who the most vacuous chicks are, as they're the easiest to just fuck and dump. The women will be trying to find a man who will pretend to love them until they're about 40, when they're traded in for a younger, newer model. This event has new money, no class idiots written all over it. And you know what? I wish to God I had thought of it.
This is fucking brilliant! It's grabbing publicity for both Abelsen and Spindel. It's sending people to their sites in droves. They're making a tidy bundle off of this, as the speed daters are going to be the ones paying for their own drinks. It's also great publicity for the posh Upper East Side trendy restaurant where it's taking place. I would love to be able to sit at the bar, getting drunk and being a catty bitch as I watch the carnage. But I doubt I'd be able to get near the door.
The people who are throwing fits over this event need to get a grip. Seriously, this is for the shallowest of the shallow. If any of these people actually find a love match, I hope they never, ever breed, as the children are going to be idiots. Then again, if they do find a love match and get married, these men should rest assured they're not making enough to satisfy the type of women who are going to hit this kind of event, with visions of Chanel and Porsches dancing in their heads. $200,000 a year is barely upper middle class in the NYC area anymore. It will get you a nice, modest house in the suburbs with a 30 year mortgage and a Saturn in the driveway.
Cheap Stereotype Classifications This one was originally written on August 23, 2005, on that friendly site. But I like it too much to bury it down with the backdated posts. So, I'm putting this blast from the past right up top.
I've seen one too many blogs here where the men classify women into several categories: Bots/ads for other sites; webcam queens; women looking for women; women who are just out for attention; women who don't want them. Most of these blogs are written by guys who haven't even been members that long and thought this site, where men outnumber women vastly, would provide them with instant sex. I swear, if P.T. Barnum was still alive, he could have a field day with this site.
Anyway, I've thought about the type of men who are on here. So, I've come up with a few cheap stereotypes for the men here:
1. Men seeking porn queens or supermodels. They see the women in the ads and think all the women here should look like they just stepped off a porn set or a catwalk. When they realize that that isn't the case, they get really pissed off.
2. Men who are insecure about the size of their penis. Seriously, how many times have we seen the posts in the advice column about what is average, what is large, how do I enlarge my penis, as it's only 7", etc. These men tend to be incredibly needy and need their egos stroked constantly.
3. Men who are insecure about their sexual talents. These men are easy to spot. They want no woman over 25, no matter how old and ugly they are and they also want to make sure said woman or young lady is inexperienced. Sure, they claim that they want someone inexperienced because they're afraid of disease. coughbullshitcough. If you're that worried, you'd get yourself tested for everything regularly. When a 45 year old man wants someone inexperienced, he has issues and those issues could be cleared up by actually learning to please their partners. This breed needs their egos pumped constantly.
4. Men who are insecure about their looks. Most of these men are ones who aren't bad looking. However, like most attractive women, they have body image issues. They're not buff like the guys in the fitness magazines they read as they look for tips for the gym. Once again, they need their egos pumped constantly.
5. Men who should be insecure about their looks, but don't have a clue that they're ugly. These men have egos the size of Alaska and were probably jocks way back in high school. They probably peaked back then too. Just saying hi to them in chat means you want them. When you turn them down, you're a lesbian. They need no one to pump their egos, they're just under the impression that they're not getting laid because all women are lesbians.
6. Men who want free call girls. OK, these tend to be the n00bs, who believed by joining up in the afternoon, they could have their dicks sucked by a some sperm-burping gutter slut by that night. Not to mention, have the hot, porn star type women lined up outside their door, waiting their turn. Yet another unredeemable group, when you tell them you want dinner and conversation before sex, they tell you while their gold ball is showing in chat, that they've never paid for sex and they're not about to start. I suspect many of these men are still virgins at 40.
7. Men who don't want to have sex with their wives, but want to have sex with you. These men have no respect for women whatsoever. Most of them are not just cheating on their wives, but their mistresses too. Any woman with a grain of common sense will stay away from this type.
8. Men whose wives won't touch them. Hey, if you're that boring in bed, why would I want you? It's not my fault that you take your wife for granted to the point where she's doing that kid down the street who grew up all of the sudden while off at college. Trust me when I say that kid appreciates her more than you do.
9. Men who are needy and desperate. They can't approach women in real life, yet they expect women here to be ready, willing and able. They have no social skills and think screaming in the chat rooms that they'll perform cunnilingus, um, excuse me, that "I eat pussy!" will get them somewhere with the women on the site. They're incapable of holding an intelligent conversation, scream that they're nice guys who are sick of seeing the jerks get all the women, but the simple fact is, they're jerks too. They can't see themselves for what they are.
10. The wannabe lothario. This is a man who wants to have sex with every woman within a certain radius, who thinks he's God's gift to women. He wants to go from one night stand to one night stand. Having sex with him will do nothing but pump his ego and make him think that he can do better with the next one. This breed becomes bitter after dumping a woman after a brief affair and finding out it's not as easy to get laid on here as he thought. His ego proceeds him. And in general, his aftershave, by about 20 feet. You can smell these guys coming in real life.
11. The smart, well spoken gentlemen with respect for women. This is the rarest of breeds on the site. These are also the guys getting into our pants. They treat us well, they're willing to have conversations and won't try to get into our pants before the entree arrives, nor will they insist on talking about sex or the pros and cons of the nearest motels or hotels during dinner. These men have been known to send thank you notes the next day. The drawback to this breed is, you don't know if it's a player playing the part of the well spoken gentleman, or if he is sincere. But either way, the other breeds on this site could benefit by taking a lesson from these men.
Well, that's all I've got at the moment. I realize I have left a few out. Now, I sit back and wait for the flame comments from the first ten breeds listed... Fun, fun, fun! And ladies, of course you're welcome to add any breeds I left out.
Gee... I managed to get 11 breeds listed, when men can only list 5 or so breeds of women on here. Who says men aren't more complicated than women?
Oh Joy. Oh Rapture. Hey kids! How many of you from that friendly site are now furiously archving your blog entries from over there here, just in case of another, it looks like a hack, it acted like a hack, but a programmer hit a wrong button and a hacker messsage came up incident?
Fun, fun, fun. 260 entries to archive here. Could someone get me a Dunkin Donuts caramel latte, please? Industrial size?
How'd It Get Burned!? Yes, I'm STILL on about this damned remake. This is one of the funniest scenes in the movie. Now if only someone would upload the kung fu moves in bear slippers...
Someone Make Me Stop! I keep taking these damned tests! OK, here are a few, instead of one post at a time, lest I end up with five pages of posts by the end of the day.
You Are Incredibly Logical
Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic You think rationally, clearly, and quickly. A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!
About right for the mid-Atlantic seaboard, I would say.
You're Totally Sarcastic
You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.
You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides. You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you. You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.
Gee, you turn out to not be the norm and they think you're hanging out in the cellar with spiders and acting like Howard Hughes. I also don't see what's so wrong with gazing at myself in the mirror.
Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything. You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life. You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.
Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace. You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life. Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.
At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you. You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others. You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.
Revelation So, my roommate and I were in one of the area's diners the other night. While we were there, back in the smoking section, in comes the local HS football team and their cheerleader girlfriends. I mention it's the smoking section as all these jocks were smoking, had cigarettes but not a one was 18 years old. Isn't that illegal?
They put them right next to us. I have never heard such a tacky and classless group of children in my life. Talking about how it's OK to beat up some girl from their school because she's fat.
I noticed a few other things. Not one of them is going to be big enough to play college football. Not one of them could talk without swearing. At least three of them will be coming out of the closet sometime in the next 10 years, or turning into homophobic fag bashers. Not one of the cheerleader girlfriends ate a thing, only two were allowed to sit and all of them were seriously underweight. It's so nice to see the next generation of misogynists at work and girls stupid enough to be treated like second class citizens, because they want to latch onto the local fame.
Yes, I realize not one of them is going to manage to get through all 4 years of college, as no one will be writing their papers for them there. No professors are going to care how important they were to Bloomfield High School. Not one is going to be the football star they are at the moment, they're peaking now, they will be nothing in life.
But something else occurred to me. It's time for intellectual liberals to start breeding again, before the mouth breathers with their 1950s values towards women finish taking over the world.
Really Bad Kiss Off Lines We've all heard them, we've all used them. However, the most common of them:
"I had a great time. Lets do this again sometime."
Insults the intelligence of the person you say it to. Everyone knows when they hear this line, they're never hearing from the person who said it again. Find something more original, kids. As a matter of fact, I have a few suggestions.
"You seem harmless." I don't know why this works so well. Ladies, if you say this to a man and suddenly he loses all desire to get in your pants. Or ever speak to you again. When this first slipped from my mouth, I had no idea what I said. So I tried it again on someone else. However, there is that 1% of lotharios who will tell you "but I'm not." in return. Know your audience.
"Let's watch "Beaches" (or some other truly awful chick flick) and talk about our feelings." Say this if you never, ever want to hear from a person again. It works like a charm. It's even more scary if it comes out of the mouth of a man.
"Don't you think my surgeon did a really good job? You can't even tell I used to be a man!" This will turn off 95% of men. There's still that 5% who won't care, or will be even more turned on. Use with caution.
"I had a great time with all of you tonight. I should go off my meds more often." This is best said after a disasterous date with one person. Not to be used on a couple or group for maximum effect.
"Let's talk about my saviour, the lord Jesus Christ." This is to be said midstream in a truly disasterous date. No one wants to talk about being converted when they want to get down your pants. However, if you're on a date with a born-again or evangelical, replacing Jesus Christ with Satan works really, really well, as does L. Ron Hubbard. No one wants to risk their soul for a fuck. Or wake up in a cult compound. Once again however, know your audience. You don't want to end up going to a Dianetics Center to finish the date, to take the test to see where you are on the tone scale.
What Is The Point Of Lying? I've been in a bitch of a mood all week. Why? Well, on Sunday, I was talking to a friend from this site. She told me the night before, she spent the night listening to someone we both know from the site bemoaning the fact his significant other just moved out after more than 3 years.
OK. Nothing special there. We all go through breakups. However, as she's telling me this, I realized I had sex with the man in question, two years ago!
I am very clear on my married or attached men policy. I want her permission. However, this guy was so good at playing the game, I believed the story of the messy divorce he was going through. Well, to be fair, he was in the middle of a divorce that was dragging on for years, however, he never bothered to mention he had a replacement at home.
Even though this is two years after the fact, I still feel like shit. I feel betrayed and used now, as he couldn't be upfront back then. The worst part was, this guy kept hounding me for a year after the fact. All the while, he was living with someone.
When I told this to my friend who was relating the story, she tried to justify it so I wouldn't feel so bad, telling me that "well, you do know she was cheating on him the entire time they were together." I'm sorry, but that doesn't justify going behind her back. Either kick her out and learn to do your own damned laundry and your own cooking and learn to be by yourself or suck on it. Just deal and turn a blind eye and don't do this tit for tat crap.
As a result, I've been an unrepentant evil bitch all week. I've managed to piss off every male friend I have, as I've been in "men are all scum-sucking pigs and there's no such thing as an honest bone in a man's body" mode. I've alienated people I've know for years as a result of this. I've ranged from snitty to downright nasty to reading things into minor comments. Hell, if I was someone else, I would hate me this week too.
All because of one liar.
Not to mention, this is one of those things that hurt. I've pretty much been in tears since I found out. I tend to be a rather honest, upfront person. Therefore, I actually do get hurt by lies. Also, knowing that I've been hurting other people with my attitude makes it even worse.
But the worst part is, I had been talking to someone on the site, who had the potential to be a great friend. Platonic, mind you, as there was a problem with distance (been there, done that, never going there again) and the fact he was honest about being attached. However, he was leaving his profile up just to trade emails on the site with me. So, after my last reply to one of his emails, I go to look the next day and there is no reply and his profile is gone. I look at what I wrote to him and I was shocked at what came off my keyboard. In my snit, I thought I was answering matter of factly. Reading through the next day, it came out nasty. Hell, if I had reached out in friendship to be nice to a person and got that in response, I'd be printing out their picture, pasting it to a poppet and sticking pins in it. And with this person's profile gone, I can't even write back to apologize. That is the worst part.
So, this applies to men and women. Don't lie just to get in someone's pants. Even if it does take a few years, you are going to be found out. And the person you lied to is going to be hurt by it. So just don't do it. If you have to lie to get into someone's pants, do you even deserve to be with that person?
Baseball Tonight, I was sitting here watching the Yankees game. Bottom of the ninth inning, the Yankees are ahead, 3-2. Yes Mariano Rivera threw the ball so Eduardo Perez managed to hit it. However, to watch a fan reach over the edge and catch the ball...
A fan wearing a Yankees shirt of all things! The next thing I knew, it was a tied game and we were in extra innings. While Matsui didn't have an ice cube's chance in hell of catching the ball, if not for that fan, it would have bounced and been a ground rule double. The upshot was, Tampa Bay won in the 11th.
My question is, why would you help a team that isn't the one you're supposedly rooting for and go out of your way to catch a ball hit by the opposing team?
Is It Cheating? This is purely to get opinions from anyone who reads, so please put in your two cents.
Is cybersex or webcam sex cheating?
Also, if you found out your lover, spouse, significant other, whomever, was getting naked on cam for strangers, how would you feel?
Please explain why you think it is or isn't cheating. In a few days, I'll tell you why I asked. (No, this isn't something that happened to me recently.)
All of us who chat have experienced this. There will be some guy who isn't even a newbie. OK, newbies do it to, but even guys who have been around a while do it. They start ranting that they want sex NOW and we're a bunch of cockteasing women, that we won't run out in the middle of a night to service a perfect stranger.
OK, the other night, someone asked why not, not in a belligerent manner, but in a polite way. So, I started listing the reasons a bar is a better place for a one night stand. Here are what I can remember.
1. Any woman who will run off in the middle of the night after 5 or 10 minutes of chat with a man definitely has some problems. Like mental problems. Think about it, if an anonymous woman is willing to drive 25 miles at some weird hour because someone whose name she doesn't even know is horny, you don't think she has issues? You don't think she's a potential walking petri dish?
2. All you have to go on is a picture. How many fake pics have we all seen around here? What if the person gets to the door and looks nothing like the pic or pics you saw? Do you still invite them in and have sex? In a bar, you get to see what they really look like.
3. In a bar, you can get a bead on a person. You can gauge reactions to things you say, you can bail if they turn weird. You get to learn if this is someone you trust to take home at the end of the night.
4. You get a chance to get her drunk, so you'll look even better. You not so good looking guys know beer goggles work for both sexes. Yeah, I know most of the newbies here will pay for a gold membership, but consider buying a drink paying for sex. It makes no sense and if you don't want to at least buy a woman a drink, you're a real cheap bastard.
5. You have no idea if a person is a psycho killer online. In a bar, you had a chance to see if they have weird eyes, ticks, that kind of thing. If they're fast to get angry when you say something. If she starts talking about knives, you know to move on to someone else, or hit another bar.
6. Let's face it. The idea that someone could be dangerous lurks online. We have all heard the sensationalist news stories. However, most women online want to get to know you before even meeting you, let alone having sex with you. You start out with email or the chat rooms. Then you move onto IMs and the phone. Soon, a month has passed, you're talking every day. Guess what? The strings have attached, there's already an emotional investment before even meeting. If you want no emotional investment, then bars are the place for you. A few drinks and a few hours of chat are far less of an investment.
7. If you never want to hear from her again after the one night stand, in a bar, you can ask for her number, (the gentlemanly thing to do) and then never call her. If you meet someone online, hey, they have your email, your handle here, your phone number, your real name, (if they're smart,) all of that. If they've got the emotional investment from chatting with you, they can hound you until they find the next one.
8. Why are there never any girls my age in this room, only old, fat women? Um, because junior, all the 21 to 25 year old women are in the bars and clubs, checking out the guys there and hanging with their girlfriends. You have a better chance when her girlfriends tell her how cute you are. But let me repeat... The girls your age are out in the bars and the clubs having fun, while you're sitting in front of your computer looking for someone to watch you jerk off on cam. Understand what I'm saying, little boys? If you don't believe me, hit your local 24 hour diner around the time the bars in your state close on a Friday or Saturday night. You will see what I mean.
Those are all I remember at the moment. If anyone has a few to add, please feel free.
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