Day 30 — One question or subject matter if I were asked here on 30 Days of Blogging Honesty I know I would refuse to answer or definitely lie about is…
well, nothing. I am really an honest person and tell the truth as often as I can. I do indulge too much in the extravaganza of the anonimity on the internet and I would love that most details about me remain hidden but I would most definitely respond to any question about them.
I feel that over the last 30 days I have made a few friends and I would like to say a warm thank you for all of you who have taken time of your busy days to read through my rants and answers. I feel like I know you a little bit and a bit of your personalities which shine through every piece you write.
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Day 29 — My television is showing the same show on every channel. I really don’t mind watching ____________ (from the 1960′s) and I really love this show because…
aww dude! I never watch TV! I definitely don’t watch 60′s shows. At best, I used to watch 80′s shows like “Quantum Leap” and “Married with Children” and “Dallas” and “MASH”.
I think I escaped it long enough so I’ll pick the alternate question instead.
Your daughter tells you she is bringing home her boyfriend for dinner. When they arrive, she introduces you to a man who is not your same race. Sometime during dinner she announces that they have been married for the last six months. What bothers you more? The difference in race or being excluded from the wedding
I would not mind the race difference as long as he’s not a Pakistani or an Arab with 20 other wifes. I am prejudicious against Paki men as there are so many of them in Britain. And they are leecherous men, even when married or in a “stable” relationship. I would not want for my daughter a man like that.
As for the Arabs – I would want my daughter to have a husband that will kiss the ground she walks on, not hurdle her together with other women so she will always be in a competition for the bed and the attention.
I’d love if the other race would be Asian (taiwanese, japanese, coreean – even chinese) and it would be absolutely great if the dude would be from Hong Kong! They have beautiful men out there! Tall, lean, smart *drooling here*. Hopefully he would not be shorter in height than her!
Now back to the question – the race would bother me only if it would be of the two types above. Otherwise, I couldn’t care less as long as he loves her. It would bother me that they did not come to me for the wedding so I could see her coming down the isle and I could see her father giving her over.
I would also be pissed about not knowing the guy but I would respect her instinct and their marriage and for my own sanity I would make them re-do the ceremony (without the paperwork of course)
Day 28 — If I could do one thing that is socially unacceptable and know I would not be judged, I would…
be singing Limp Biskit’s “Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ yeah!” every time a person in a wheelchair would pass by.
You did say socially unacceptable no? And I’ve been dying to do it too! I bet I’d be stoned to death!
Eh, there are always other people that do socially unacceptable stuff and they get away with it too:
Nice T-Shirt Rihanna
Lady Gaga in a Wheelchair
Now that you’ve seen some of this world’s socially unacceptable appearances (and there would be more, including Madonna’s kiss with BS and CA and the nipslip on SuperBowl) – does my “Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’ ” sound so bad?
Day 27 — I have an inner voice, and if a friend spoke to me the way my inner voice does at times, I would…
absolutely freak out! I would think they are reading my mind! I would be running through the room like a loose hen and crying out “make it stop! make it stop”.
Seriously now, that would be a nightmare!
Day 26 — I would break the law to save a loved one if…
I’d get a share of the cash. If my loved one decided to crack open a safe, rob a bank or even take one penny out of every internet transaction, I would want a cut and then we can both live like fugitives in the Maldives. I would be his gettaway driver, I would be his accomplice or even help on the money laundering process.
I was even joking to him that I would have loved to be a mobster wife. Your hubby coming back from a transaction with a sexy scar on his face, smelling of gunpowder! I would find it most appealing. I would be cool with anything as long as it’s not drugs. I’m not cool with drugs.
The other approach of answering the question would be when he’s not breaking the law and I would to save him. Hmmm, in what instances do you have to break the law to save an innocent person? I would say it’s actually helping the law to save them. I feel a scenario coming up. What if he’s been targeted by some really bad guys who want to kill him and the cops are corrupt or not doing their jobs. I would be breakin’ an’ entering the bad guy’s lot with a machine gun and get rid of the problem myself.
Day 25 — My biggest pet peeve that has nothing to do with blogging, being online, computers or anything else related to the Internet is…
playing with my cats. I do it daily! And they’re so funny! This tabby of mine is really sweet tempered and currently I found out she’s been shagging and now she’ll have kittens. I really thought she was too young for this but it seems I was wrong! Kittens away!!
My Tabby Cat Sleeping
Gosh! I misunderstood “peeve” – It’s actually something that ticks you off not gets you happy (peeve and perve :)) )
OK, I’ll answer it again:
WHAT TICKS ME OFF completely is:
the invasion of privacy. People coming into my room without knocking. People browsing through my things when I’m not at home and then making assumptions on half thruths.
I can’t stand either how some people don’t clear out their black heads and let them grow infected. *shudder* I saw one guy in Practiker, he had a massive black head on the back of his neck. It was so big it actually looked ready to explode.
I also can’t stand old people. Always whining and complaining about things they regret not doing when they were younger. No point crying now! And the way when you go with a bus they seem to eye you and appraise you like it’s any of their business. I actually had once an old lady screaming at me in the bus that I’m trying to suck men’s dicks because my v-neck t-shirt was showing 3% of my (generous) clevage. I wanted to hit her so bad but my polite parents taught me I should be a self-restraining lady in face of idiocy.
I also hate potholes for the obvious reason.
Day 24 — Given the choice between having to live the rest of my life without my voice, or living the rest of my life without the ability to hear, I would choose…
living my life without my voice. I can live without talking but giving up hearing – no way! How could I not enjoy another song, not hear when somebody’s talking in another room, not hear the birds outside. A place with no sound would feel so lonely!
Imagine the sound of cars, the people walking, the sound of rain falling down, the thunder, the screams of people on thrill rides, the sound of your parent’s voice, the laughter of your children, the chit-chat of your friends.
I’d be content just listening to them and not having to say a single word.
The other reason is – my day to day activities do not involve talking. I work as a computer geek in a software company and I have my tasks and I have my chores and I work alone so I don’t need to consult with anybody. Anything I wish to ask I do so through emails. I get back home and I watch some telly while dinner is in the oven (usually ready made meals from Iceland) and I only talk when my boyfriend gets home. Then I sit down and quietly engross myself in a new book or read a manga
Day 23 — Allowing another person to fully love me means I must…
tell them all about my dark secrets. Opening up is never easy but now I know that one of my secrets is not that bad. I mean, watching anime and reading manga – a few other people do it so I mustn’t be the only one who practices it!
Being a high-nympho is also known to the person who loves me (there’s no way I can hide something so obvious).
My last dark secret that I need to reveal to him may shun him away so I don’t know whether to spit it out or not! Well, considering that he does not read this blog and might never will, here it goes. I lied to him at the beginning of our relationship. I told him I was with two men before I was with him and in fact I was with only one and even with that one – rarely. I did not want to appear like “inexperienced” in his eyes so I boasted about my sexual prowness and he believed me because I am very good in bed (thanks to all the books I’ve read and all the smut I’ve seen ).
So I went on and invented a sex-friends relationship with one of my mates who currenly lives in America and when I started dating my current bf, I “broke up” with the American stud to be with him. I know it feels kinda stupid now that it’s down on the paper but I did not want to look like a complete n00b when it comes to sex. I feel bad about lying to him and it did cause an argument once because he thought I was the slutty type, always looking to get laid. I’m very monogamous and I love him dearly but I don’t know now how to tell him the truth.
Well, I suppose this will be one of the secrets I’m going to take with me to the death bed
Day 22 — Allowing another person to fully love me means they must…
get over my rowdy nature. I ain’t gonna change and that’s set. I have some habits that are well set in stone and I have quite a personality. I use it to the max when I want something.
I’m not nagging but I’m definitely demanding. Persuasion, manipulation, “what if this was you” kind of questions. They all work.
Being a woman is a hard task. Being a lovable woman is a lot of work. All men have their ideals set by their mothers or grandmothers. A woman should cook. A woman should keep the house tidy. A woman should never ask the man why he’s doing what he’s doing. A woman should never interfere in a discussion with an original opinion. Taking care of kids. Being pretty all day long with a manicure and pedicure and salon hair.
Well screw that! I can’t cook to save my life. I clean occassionally and on small surfaces. I always butt in and ask him why he’s doing stuff when I can’t work it out on my own and I never shut up. About anything. I occasionally wear makeup (only when I’m going out and never with him) and only go to a hair salon every two years. A friend of mine trims the end of my long beautiful mane of hair every 6 months for free.
He loves me in spite of all these things and sometimes I think he loves me for these things specifically. I am nothing like he’s seen before and he hasn’t seen all of me yet.
And now – a few tips from when women were lovable women!
50's tips for women
Day 21 – The person or persons that do not read my blog but I wish he/she/they would is…
my boyfriend. He keeps saying he will but he is never quite doing it. He didn’t read the book I wrote either even though the main male character and his psychotic ex were 80% taken from him and his ex. He keeps dismissing it as something I do for fun and nothing big will ever come from it. I mean, blogging is an art! You need to think and talk as you were face to face with a crowd of people waiting for you to tell them what you found really interesting throughout the day. Or what made you upset, or happy, or angry.
I used to read for fun, now I read for fun and write for fun as well. I get involved in his fun activities, he should get involved in mine.
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