Really? - 2007-01-17 15:13:56
I don't know who you're trying to convince more- your readers or yourself. You've outright said in this diary that the sex with your boyfriend is lacking, and I quote: Problem 2: My sex life is lousy. So to tell us that “the fireworks fly” is an obvious attempt to try to make everyone who has been ripping you apart in this thing to think that life is super perfect for you. Not to mention all the contradictions that come out of this thing. Plus, you say you are just fantasizing and contemplating cheating- but to actually "set up rendezvous"- whether you followed through or not- that's taking it a bit further than putting Brad Pitt on your boyfriend's head. You're a real winner. Have fun in Fantasyland, er, your life.
Me - 2007-01-17 15:20:11
Ok, I realize, I set myself up for that one. It's not so much that fireworks fly in the "the earth moved" sense, as much as the miracle of life begins. I know, it was poor writing on my part to assume you would figure that out from the context of the entry. Sometimes I forget that people who like to bash others from an anonymous port usually take things litterally, or fail to "read into" things the way I mean them. It's not your fault, you just lack litature in your life. it's ok. I'm sorry if I confused you.
Me - 2007-01-17 15:32:22
so I went through my entries looking for the refrence of setting up the rendezvous... yeah, actually the following through part is the part that makes it cheating. Especially since what kept me from being able to follow through is this stupid little voice inside my head that asks questions like "How would you feel if your man did this to you?" and "How would you feel if you had to explain to your man that you did this to him?" and, "Do you really want to disappoint and hurt someone who has been so good to you?" I know a lot of you don't believe I have that voice, but what you should know, is that for a long time I was single - by choice - so I could do whatever I wanted, when I wanted. Not just the sex part, but also go where I wanted to go, see movies whenever I had the time and money to, and just belong to nobody but myself. And once you've lived that way, it's hard to get back into the swing of thinking about someone else first. So, many times it took backing out of something, rather than not planning it to begin with. I'm getting better, slowly, but surely. Keep reading, you'll see the fantastic butterfly emerge from it's cocoon of self worship, and dirty little secrets.
Yeah Right - 2007-01-17 16:57:39
I call bullshit. If your current babby-daddy is the same man you've had since at least June, you definitely did cheat on him. I can call other things bullshit too, but what's the point? Who do you really think you're kidding?
Really - 2007-01-18 10:37:26
Hey, you think I lack literature in my life- you obviously lack spell check and the ability to express your ideas properly. I feel pretty confidant about my intelligence. You try too hard to prove yours. And I'm sorry, you're very wrong. If you loved your boyfriend SO much, you wouldn't set up meetings in the first place. And I love the fact that you try to say that you had to go back and check on that entry, like you don't know what happened your life. You block out what you want and replace it with this "Perfect Little Dream". It's pretty sad.
Me - 2007-01-19 10:38:01
Actually, I have to go back and read my entries, because I'm a Gemini and what I think or write one day may not be the same the next day, so I tend to forget what I've actually written in here, and what I've either chosen to keep private, or forgot about by the time I got around to posting. Hey, "yeah right," are you that guy on the train? The one with the purple and black hair that did me right in the isle in front of everyone? Cause if that's what you mean by I have cheated on my man - I don't think you being unable to get your little winky inside me counts as cheating.
Me, once more - 2007-01-19 10:46:55
Oh, and one more thing, Really. If you recall the day after "Problem 2: My sex life is lousy" I wrote about having to spice up my acts, but that they were possible to come out good. And now that I HAVE gone back and read my journal - I never really complained about my man being good or not, besides that one time, which if you'll notice, I had a lot on my mind, I was a bit depressed, and and was prone at that time to blow things out of proportion. Mostly I complained about my labido having gone missing, which was due to the hormones of having been pregnant, and then breastfeding. My body was in a mode of "Why have sex? I've made this baby, and now I have to care for it. When that job is done, we can have sex again." Which I did. With wreckless abandon - but only with my man... if you recall. And despite my not having spell check, and not being the world's best typist, I still think you are a moron.
Me - 2007-01-19 12:44:07
I'm psycho? Cause I'm the only one who was actually here and knows the truth, and I'm not letting you anonymous folk change my mind about what I know is true, and not a matter of opinion? I don't cheat on my man, The sex is so-so - sometimes good, sometimes not so good, but I still don't cheat. Besides, what do I care if you think I'm pathetic - YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S (ahem) READING THIS DRIVEL!!!! If you think it's so pathetic, and I'm such a loser, why do you bother? Do you realize what that makes you? Do you realize that everything you seem to disaprove about me is at least better than anonymously attacking someone who chooses to have an on-line journal. The whole point of this thing, is that it doesn't matter what others think. And there's no way for you to know if this is me, or not. Unless of course you are who I think you are, in which case, you've simply found another way to pester me. For which I congratulate your undaunting efforts, but I pity your need to have my constant disapproval.
Jayme - 2007-01-20 12:08:38
Aww, my dear sweet love! I love how all these comments just prove, yet AGAIN, that you have the amazing ability to get and hold the attention of others around you. People really just can't get enough of you can they?

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