Flirty Hater Time

Road trips can always be fun, even if the place you are going to doesn't really offer you that much of a fun time as you will expect coming from a city where partying is one of the best things we do, but it was OK...if it wasn't for the drama nothing would had really made an impact.
Just the fact that they treat us like if we were GODS haha was kinda fun, walking around that partyy and seeing that everybody was looking at us, and wanted pictures with us, they were basically licking our balls, and ovaries(in the case of girls) hhahaha, but it was all good, they treated us really nice :D so props to that.
And wanna know what's funny too? We all agreed that we didn't like this person which im not mentionting butthe people that went know who that person is. The fact that this person was always annoying, had the "wannabe bitch" button pressed, and thinking that was to good for us, just made us put this person in his/her place.
Its funny how you can get to really HATE this person. I could be more bitchy and talk about this person, but really don't want to make more of a big deal that im doing rite now, but I just wanted to post this.
It's just too funny to me and we all laughed a lot about the dramatic situation.
Just one piece of advise, don't take the party to the hotel, or you are going to end up with ripped trousers, and a rolled dollar in the bathroom.
Enjoy...

Valerie

I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life.



-V for Vendetta (2005)

Sorry?

How can somebody know if you are really sorry, maybe you're just saying it out of compromise, just to feel better about yourself for the horrible thing you did.
When and how do you know when people are REALLY sorry, when they truely mean it?
I just believe that sorry it's a word that was created so that people felt better with themselves.
Like a girl who gets laid with her best friend's boyfriend. She might really be sorry for that, but just by saying sorry and asking for forgiveness, that'll just make her feel better; becuase i'm pretty sure she enjoyed it when she was fucking with her best friends' boyfriend. One tip: do NOT blame the alcohol!

One of these sorry/forgiveness examples also happens a lot in church. When people go into confession they come in and say, "I had sex with my cousin", they are just being plain HIPOCRATES because when she's being absolved by "GOD" she will just feel better with herself, and maybe when the remorse it's over she'll simply do it with another cousin, or whom ever she chooses to fuck with, she'll just go back in to confession and feel better about herself. Hipocrate bastards.

the flirty strangers

i think this blog doesn't need that much of an explanation.
the name simply just explains itself.
dedicated for the whores, sluts, cunts, and all of its' synonims, that we have deep inside ourselves.
but some just seem to let it out more often :P

jk.nah, it's true


enjoy.