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Posted:Jul 16, 2007 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2011 10:13 am
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I can't remember where I saw it (a lady's profile but I don't remember who) but it was mentioned that if a guy will email and violate the rules of A F F by sending personal contact info in the first two emails, how do you know that he won't violate your rules? She has a great point. The honest answer is you don't. Do I have stupid and trusting tattooed on my chest or waist somewhere? I don't have a face shot on my profile so I know it's not tattooed on my forehead.
Random thoughts of the day:
I now know that I have hay fever. It's lovely to get next to a field that is being cut or baled and not be able to breathe anymore. Probably a good thing I'm not giving head when it happens.
Drive thru bars are so convenient. Yes, the Jack Daniels has been flowing liberally all trip. Now if only the local convenience store had a drive thru so that Dr. Pepper was as easy to acquire. I guess the only really bad thing is that my alcohol tolerance is going way up again. Oh well, can always slow back down when I get to Cali.
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See where being polite gets you...
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Posted:Jul 15, 2007 3:09 pm
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2007 5:37 pm
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It was pointed out to me that simply deleting emails instead of sending a response letting people know I am not interested was very rude of me. Being the person that I am, I set about to correct the situation and started using the thanks but not interested quick response. Now I have to ask why I bothered. The second I started doing so, I started getting emails back asking me why I wasn't interested and what to change on the profile so that I would be interested. When did it become not enough to say that you aren't interested? Why should I have to explain why I have no attraction to someone? If I am not interested, there is nothing on said profile that can be manipulated to change my mind. Not only that but if my gut tells me that I should avoid a certain person, sending obsessive emails only confirms what I thought originally.
So, random thoughts of the day...
Mudding sure is a blast, but clean-up is a bitch. Especially when you aren't tall enough to reach, much less see the top of the cab. I bet it looked hilarious when I was standing in the bed trying to clean it. Not to mention I was stumbling over 8 tires trying to get there. I wasn't about to clean around them, so the bed is still a mess.
Apparently the new trend on A F F is to not let someone reply when your profile is turned off. So if you have sent an email with your profile turned off, I wasn't ignoring you, there was just no way to respond.
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Posted:Jun 16, 2007 11:07 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:27 pm
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I want to thank everyone who is so patient with me and my limited free time. You are all the best!
So, I have no free time between now and my trip. It really sucks as I am as usual horny as hell and in need of a great lay. Sucks to be me! LOL! So, I have been avoiding A F F for a bit in order to not make things worse on myself. I will be back on here when I return. I'm still not sure when that will be. This vacation is long over due and quite frankly, I deserve some R&R. It has been a long year for me. So, depending on how much fun I am having, how bad I break my truck, and how long it takes to fix it, I will be gone anywhere from 2 to 4 weeks.
I have decided that not going to my family reunion is the best course of action for my peace of mind. I will be keeping my word either way as I told my mother a few months ago that I would never go again. I also figured out that my brother can't stuff me in a truck if I am in Pocatello on Saturday when he gets ready to leave. So I will be up and out the door early. I will pass right by the family farm, so I will simply wave on the way by at 65. Hey, that's pretty social for me. LMAO!
My chiropractor gave me some exercises to help my back. I am so sick of it hurting all the time. Not to mention the limitations in the positions that can be used. I hope to start on them tonight. Though taking the Pilate's ball with me to Wyoming is going to be a pain in the ass. Oh well, totally worth it. Oh, it just struck me that I can use it if I meet a decent cowboy to play with while I am there. Woo hoo! Damn, the 25 images that just flashed through my mind doesn't help the horny situation. A vivid imagination really sucks on occasion.
The company that I ordered the new coffee and console table totally fucked me. They ordered the wrong coffee table and then wanted more money to order the right one. I told them to shove it up their ass. Their mistake is not my problem. Honor the deal we made or give me my money back. So, I called my credit card company and disputed the charge. Fuckers! They can take a long walk off a short pier. So, when I return, I also need to find new tables. Anyone know any honest furniture stores in the valley? None of that modern furniture either. I like traditional.
Well, I am off to get the things done that must be done in order for me to leave on time. You all stay safe and have a great time! I look forward to hearing amazing adventures when I return.
xoxo,
BP
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I don't wanna!
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Posted:Jun 8, 2007 2:23 am
Last Updated:Feb 10, 2011 10:15 am
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Yes, I am truly whining. I am planning to go to Wyoming at the end of the month and have some fun playing with my truck in the mud for the first time since I bought it. My family reunion is at the same time.
My mother found out that I was going to be in the area on the same days. (Mostly because I can't keep my big mouth shut. Damnit, will I ever learn?) She laid on the guilt trip so I got roped into going for a few hours.
Well, she apparently guilted one of my brothers into going too. I was going to be a flake and skip it but he says if he has to go I have to go. Well shit, he's bigger than me now so when he threatens to carry me by one ankle to the truck, strap me in upside down and take me with I have to take him seriously. He's not stupid enough to let me swing so I can get close enough to hit or bite. Though with my back being the way it is, probably not a good idea to get dropped on my head anyway.
So I am stuck dealing with people that don't really like me anyway but like to pretend to at least once a year because we are family. I don't really know what the problem is. I am a pretty likable person.
Oh wait, I do too know what the problem is. I'm not MORMON! Yep, religion yet again divides the masses. So fuck it. If I must go, I am going to be as big a pain in the ass as I can.
Got to clean the bugshield so that the sticker that reads Lead, Follow, or GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY (backwards of course) can be read clearly. Hmmm grab a pint of Jack Daniels on the way and make sure I am wearing jeans with back pockets so I can keep it there. Maybe I should pick up a few big fat cigars too. Nahhh, Camel filters should be good enough.
What else can I do? Having sex with some random guy on the front lawn just seems to be a bit much, but would pretty much guarantee I never get invited back. Bonus! But really not my style. I am a bit more subtle.
Oh wait, I better check out t-shirt hell for a really offensive slogan on a shirt. Yeah! That is good. And since my brother will be wearing one of the ones I bought him for Christmas I will blend. HAHAHAHA Perfect. Why kill them with kindness when you can use an axe? And ordering it in a woman's boy beater. Oh, wait. This orgy sure is off to a slow start. TFF! Yep, that's the one. Ok, in the shopping cart you go.
Any other rotten but subtle suggestions are welcomed. Just let me know if you want credit or not. xoxo,
BP
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A little tip when writing an email...
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Posted:Jun 4, 2007 9:09 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:41 pm
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If you are trying to portray an adult on this site, the following is a perfect example of what NOT to send:
hi how r u? i must say that you r hot and i'm sure that my pierced \8 would look good between your beautiful *Y* and @!@ .
the thought of >>! you make me horny, i wana ...\8 all over your *Y* and {=}
I don't know about the rest of the ladies, but the preceding made me think this guy had to be about 12 years old. Yet his profile says 31. And do you think he got an answer back? Not frigging likely.
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I don't play well with others.
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Posted:Jun 1, 2007 9:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:41 pm
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You would think that someone that has known me for 18 years would know this and act accordingly. But he's not the brightest crayon in the box apparently.
But what in the hell am I talking about you ask?
The ex and I got into a fight yesterday. He tried to tell me when I would be delivering the things that he left in the house when he moved out. Strike one. He said it wasn't good enough to deliver them at my convenience. Strike two. He said he would make arrangements with the owner of the building to come in when I am not home and get them himself. Strike three. IT WAS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG! I told him that he better get over here and get all his shit out tonight because anything left by tomorrow would either be trash or firewood. But wait... he forgot... I own both the van and the truck and I am no longer in a particularly generous mood. He owns a 4 door sedan. I told him to let me know when that becomes my problem, it's 9:15pm and the clock is ticking. So his dear daddy owns a van too but had gone to bed for the night. Well, not being the most patient person in the world, while he waits out front for dad to show up, I start moving everything onto the landing. I am so done, I just want his shit out of my sight. So, my chiropractor is going to love me today. But do you think he got the message? Bet he thinks twice before mouthing off at me again.
But the real kicker and gauge of his stupidity level is... he stood by my side and watched me deal with my last ex in the same manner. Don't you think he would have learned then not to piss me off? Some lessons you get the first time, others take a 2x4.
But, now I have to go get a coffee table and a pot rack. Maybe I should have them delivered.
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WTF is wrong with people?
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Posted:May 28, 2007 12:59 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 12:24 pm
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Perhaps I am too much of a lady to be actively participating in a site like this. I turned on my web cam last night for a little while at the request of one of the people that was actually a decent enough person to make it into my friends list. I never expected that nearly 800 other people would also hop on to watch. Well all righty then, no big deal I guess. But the commentary that went along with it was just outrageous. I can rather understand the requests to take my top off, but there were two in particular that made me think I will never open my cam on A F F again. One was something about and the other about anal fisting. Where the fuck do people come up with this shit? And how can you bring yourself to say such a thing to someone, much less to a total stranger? God, I want to go get my German Shepard back so he can keep people away from me and attempt to eat anyone that comes closer than 10 feet.
So, just a few tips if you ever want to have a chance of meeting me...
Talk to me. And I don't mean talk dirty. I mean have an actual conversation. Doesn't matter about what. It could be about the weather or what you did over the weekend.
Don't take liberties. I will let you know when we have moved on to the point that we can start heading the conversation to the gutter.
Don't send me private messages if you don't know me or haven't asked me first. I am a fairly well mannered person and I expect that my playmates will be the same.
So, all that being said, I hang out and chat in Dirty30. The rude people get chased out fairly quickly so those of you that want actual conversation with real and decent people are welcome to join in the fun.
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Thinking too hard I guess.
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Posted:May 24, 2007 10:07 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 12:23 pm
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I met someone the other day who supplemented their income by having web cams all over their house. It got me to thinking... Should I do the same? I mean any extra disposable income is nice, but there are problems with the idea in my case. Namely, my . I would never want to have him on cam so it would have to be shut off whenever he's home and I understand that it would cost me a lot of viewers. But as to the times when he isn't home, it's not like I would have to do anything I wouldn't normally do around the house. (No one jump on me for the triple negative.) Of course if I brought someone home they would have to be asked if they wanted to participate but as I so very rarely bring anyone over here it's not a real big consideration.
I guess I will have to talk logistics with people that do it in order to make a final decision but feel free to leave me your opinions.
Random thoughts of the day:
Only in California do they post a speed limit of 30 mph on a street and then put in 15 mph speed humps.
What is the difference between a speed bump and a speed hump anyway?
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Assumption - the mother of all fuck-ups.
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Posted:May 21, 2007 12:54 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:40 pm
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Just as it annoys me that people tend to assume that my truck belongs to a man in my life, it also annoys me when people make assumptions about why I am separated from my husband. The two main themes seem to be that he cheated on me or that I am such a bitch that he left me. Rest assured, neither is the case. Quite frankly, I resent that perfect strangers that I have never talked to seem to enjoy taking pot shots at it. Manners dictate that only friends are allowed to ask personal questions. What would possess a total stranger to think that they know me well enough to know why things are the way they are in my life? Yet these same people actually expect a response to their email? You have got to be frigging kidding me. I have no intention of communicating with ill-mannered people much less hooking up with them.
So, random thoughts of the day:
What is the point of attaching profile photos when sending an email to a gold or silver member? Can you say redundant? I knew you could.
Also, when sending an email to an admitted size queen, why send a picture while flaccid? Are you trying to say you are a grower, not a shower? Then say so and leave the photo off. Unless you are trying to entertain me. Because believe me, I get a really big laugh out of it.
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Ok, so I'm a dipshit.
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Posted:May 12, 2007 4:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 12:18 pm
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As if I wasn't in bad enough shape with the cyst, my dumb ass decides to go rollerblading. Not doing too bad (the boy has stopped skating circles around me at least), I decide to try something a little more challenging. Well, 2 seconds into that, I suddenly find myself flat on my back trying to re-learn how to breathe. So much for that idea. Forgot I wasn't a anymore. So, one visit to the chiropractor, 10 x-rays, and some wicked icy-hot like salve later, I still ache. When I move, it sounds like Rice Crispies. Now that's got to be attractive. So, next week is spent bouncing in and out of the chiropractor's office. He's got to be loving people like me. Keeps the money rolling in. LOL! Ahh well, money makes the world go round.
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Going slightly mad.
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Posted:May 5, 2007 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:38 pm
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I know that this condition I have for the moment curtails what I can do pretty severly. Unfortunately, it has not curtailed my hormones in the least. Yes, there is masturbation and believe me, I am. But that's just a small hold over. It doesn't even come close to comparing to the real thing. It's like having an itch you can't reach. You can rub your back against the wall and it helps, but doesn't give the deep scratching you truely need to make it go away. Granted, an itch on your back won't begin bleeding again if you give in and get someone to scratch it, but I think you get where I am going with the analogy (or however you spell it. I am too irritated to spell check tonight.)
So, random thoughts for the day...
Someone told me a few weeks ago to go get my truck and bring it out here. He said it was the one thing we talked about that he could hear some happiness in my voice. I would love to have my truck with me. It fits my current mood completely. I am kinda onery, feeling a bit redneck, and restless as hell. I like that everyone saw the Wyoming plates and left me alone figuring I wouldn't know how to drive in California. I love that people actually read the sticker on the bugshield in their rearview mirror and get out of my way. I like that it has just enough dents that people know I probably don't care if they hit me while doing something stupid like moving over 6 lanes without signaling. I like that the window tint is so dark that no one can see that it's a woman driving. I like that in Wyoming, straight pipes are legal and every alarm on the street goes off when I drive by. I like that when a Toyota Echo goes to pull around a big truck (there always seems to be one double parked around here somewhere on any given day), that the car will back up behind the truck again because I don't worry about a head on. Up and over works for me. I love that the new mudflaps drag the ground just enough to flip rocks at the windshield of tailgaitors as I drive down the road. If only I could have it here. The problem is parking. I don't know who designed this city, but it wasn't meant for trucks. I can't fit mine under the garage door much less in the depth of my parking space. If I play Boston bumper cars to get it parked out front, I would not be hitting bumpers, I would hit hoods and windshields. Besides, it's red and most of the cars on my street seem to be white. Dunno why, natural phenomenon I guess, but a red streak on one of those white cars would give away that it was me that nudged them. So I guess you can tell I love my truck, but it is in no way practical for California. Just have to keep dreaming I guess. (Damn, do I sense a recurring theme here?)
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Someone asked me...
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Posted:May 2, 2007 10:11 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:38 pm
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why I put myself on a self imposed exile while I deal with my female trouble. I realized this morning that the rather pat, smart-ass answer I gave wasn't really fair no matter how much it was a truely me answer. So, truth time. I am normally a strong woman and can deal with pretty much anything that comes my way. This however, is kicking my ass. It's not so much that I am in pain, it's that the pain is constant. Meds help for a while, but then it's right back. Add to that where the pain is, my most delicate internal organs, and I am losing the battle to be brave. I can hardly walk if I am not hopped up on pain killers and can't drive if I am on meds. So the real truth of why I am leaving AdultFriendFinder alone for the time being is that I am [--] this close to whining. I am not one of those women that can make whining cute and adorable. Never have been able to pull it off, not in my nature. So, rather than subject anyone to me at my worst, I stay away. It may be ass backwards, but it's the truth and it's my style. See you all when I get back.
XOXO
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