Rumours

I keep thinking that the real world is going to get better than high school. That once I leave this place, I will never have to deal with rumours again. But today, I read an article that begs to differ. There is this new media frenzy where people have stopped buying meat from this one firm, because this idiot doesn't know shit. I don't know if you have heard, but people are going crazy (and not in a good way) over 'pink slime'. What had happened was that there was a break out of e coli or something of that sort. So the guy in this firm, in order to prevent it from happening, came up with the idea to spray ammonia gas over the meat. FYI, ammonia gas is not the same as ammonia liquid. This tv show, then proceeded to question the use of ammonia before getting their facts right. Instead of using gas, they used liquid to clean the meat. And with that, this sort of pink slime came out. Which did not happen at the firm, because they used the gas. Now, they had to shut down three of their factories, and fire 700 people. Just because this idiot did not get his facts straight. This wasn't some silly high school rumour, but a dire rumour that has ruined the lives of many. It's amazing what one person can do. Amazingly horrid. This other firm tried doing the same thing, but they didn't do it the right way, so some people ended up dying. But as for the firm, where there are no reported incidents of death due to the eating of their meat, they have to suffer the consequences. Think about it, would you rather have safer meat (which does not harm you if you do it the right way), which is safer because of a chemical, or would you have people dying everywhere because of e coli and it's deathly friends? A lot of people are complaining about processed meat - what else are you going to expect when there is such a high demand for it. People at least get meat. Think of all the poor people who have to solely rice and vegetables, or even less than that. Sorry...I just needed to rant about this whole ridiculous situation. Then again, this is just my opinion and you are entitled to yours. 

Slut

Fuck society. Why does slut have to be such a degrading word? Sure, call someone a slut, a girl version of a player. It's always hallelujah when a guy is called a player, but when a girl is called a slut, it's all shit. And what is worse is that girls complain about it all the time, and we don't stop it, we just enhance it by bitching about and calling each other sluts. I used to think of it as a derogatory term, but then I realised that I hate it when people call me a slut. Treat others the way you want to be treated, right? I remember weird used to be such an insult to me, now I love it when someone calls me weird, because that means I am abnormal, which means I am not boring. Girls, if someone calls you a slut, take it as an opinion. You dress and do whatever the hell you want - so kudos to you. And no.....this isn't supposed to be satire. I'm not trying to be all feministic, to a point where I don't shave because guys don't. I'm just saying that we all need to think about this, and take a stance.

Selfish

Sometimes I feel like a spoilt brat and it pisses me off. I live a luxurious life...extremely luxurious actually. Today when I was talking to my friends, I said something about my ayi (maid) making my bed. Then I was talking to mum, and she said the shelf in her cupboard broke under the weight of all the purses. I found out how much my dad makes...and I feel so bad to be privileged. I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. When I grow up, someway, somehow, I'm going to give back to my parents (charity starts at home - give them what they paid for my college), and give back to the world. When I was in Kolkata, India, working with orphans and mentally and physically challenged children, that's when I felt like I had at least SOME purpose in life. People say life is short...it's too short to be selfish.

Inside

She stood idly by, in the rain, as she rang the doorbell. Damien opened the door and was surprised to see Julie. He scanned over her, only to notice how wet and tight her red tank top looked, sticking onto her skin. His eyes ran down from her eyes, to her bare neck, then to the curves of her breast, landing on how short her skirt was. “Damien? Hi! What are you doing here and where is my brother?” She closed in on him for a hug, and pressed up against him as she did so. Damien could feel Julie’s warm breath down his neck and the feel of her breasts against his chest turned him on. “We just got back from uni. Your brother dropped me off and told me to make myself at home. He said that he was staying at his girlfriend’s place for the night, your parents were away, and that you were at a sleepover.”

“Yeah, my friend is a bitch. So I’m back.”

“You must be cold, let me get you a towel?”

“Do you even know where the towels are?”

“No, but I could lend you my shirt?” Julie loved the idea of that, and her eyes traced his hands as they unraveled one button after another. After Damien handed Julie his shirt, she asked him to close his eyes. When she told him that he could open his eyes, he ended up seeing Julie in just his shirt. “You know, Jules, that shirt is see-through?”

“Yeah? And?”

“And you’re not wearing any underwear?”

“I know.”

Julie sat on the couch and turned the TV on. She eyed Damien and gave him a seductive look, gesturing him to sit on the couch next to her. He sat on the sofa, towards the very left. Julie sat next to him with her back against him and her knees against her chest. Damien turned the TV on, and EuroTrip was on. Having watched this movie numerous times, Julie got really bored, really fast. They started the movie in the middle, but as it neared the end, Julie took Damien’s arm from behind her back, and pulled it so he was holding her in his arms. His hands lingered in between her legs. She could feel his fingertips barely touching the surface of her pussy. She moved so that his fingers were firm against her. He could feel how moist she was, and started playing around with her. After playing around with her for a bit, he started waving his fingers around inside her, going deeper and deeper. He didn’t go fast though. He tortured her. She wanted him inside of her so bad, that his fingers weren’t going to cut it. Curling her toes and breathing in heavily, he pulled his two fingers out as the movie ended. She was obviously mad because he wasn’t making any moves on her, and she was sick of doing all the initiating. 

As Julie started to storm off, Damien pulled her into his arms by her waist. He grabbed her ass and pulled her until she was right against his cock. Julie smiled at him as she unbuttoned his jeans. After she finished unzipping him, Damien pushed Julie onto the couch and pushed his way inside of her. He could feel how wet and tight her pussy was as he penetrated her. Julie’s moans got louder and louder as he started thrusting into her faster and harder. His eight inch dick hurt Julie, but she loved every moment of it. She could feel him pushing inside of her. Going deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

As they rolled over, Damien fell on the floor and pulled Julie on top of him. The force of his dick inside of her made her scream out in pleasure. She slid up and down his penis, slightly moving her hips around so every part inside of her could feel him. He watched sweat dribble down her body as her breasts bounced up and down. He was ready to burst any second now, but he wasn’t quite there.

He turned Julie over, putting a pillow underneath her butt. He could now push himself deeper inside her. He could feel how soaked she was. As he kept pushing up against her g-spot, Julie got shivers. Just as she climaxed, she could feel Damien’s cum run inside of her. Julie let out one last moan as she grew limp. Both of them tired, fell asleep on the carpet.

With all the rattling and all the sunshine beaming through the curtains, Damien woke up to find Julie in the kitchen, in her birthday suit. She was at the counter, with her back towards him. Damien quietly snuck behind her, and kissed her neck. “I’m hungry, you know,” Damien said in between kisses.

“What would you like to eat? I can make eggs? I make really good scrambled eggs.”

“Nahhh.” Julie looked at him, confused. “I was thinking of something more...tight, and hopefully wet.”

“Let’s feed you then.” As Julie suggested, Damien propped her up on the kitchen counter and she laid flat on her back. Her body pulsated as Damien got more intense with pacing his tongue over her clit. When it got to be too much, Julie arched her back until she was sitting up and then looked at Damien with eyes so seductively deep.

She slid off the counter, then revolved 180°. Given that cue, Damien gently bent her over the counter and pushed his cock inside of her. With her arms spread out in front of her, Julie could feel the cold counter under her breasts. He could only reach so far inside of her, so Julie told him to hold up. After he pulled out of her, Julie hopped onto the counter so she could face him. Without further ado, he rammed himself against her, fucking her hard and fast, the way she wanted. Damien felt that he could go deeper if Julie was still, so he lifted her up and made her loudly moan after slamming her against the wall. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, and his large hands were holding her up by her thighs. She screamed out in pleasure as he came inside of her, just as her entire family opened the door.

Tits, Glorious Tits!

A lot of people think having big boobs is a great thing. Let me tell you one thing...no. just...no.

1. You can't jog
2. You can't jump
3. You can't run down the stairs without holding your tits
4. You look like a prostitute in pretty much anything
5. The first thing guy's notice about you are your boobs
6. It is hard to find clothes that accommodate to your boobs - either you look like you're wearing a sack, or that you're a balloon on the verge of popping
7. And once you find clothing that works for you, it's hard to find something elegant
8. It's hard to find places where they sell sexy bras in your size - I mean you can get the bras that make your boobs look like cones...
9. It's hard to find places where they sell sport bras - which do little to no help at all when it comes to containing your babies when you're running
10. People automatically assume your IQ is inversely proportional to your bra size
11. Lying on your stomach is either impossible, or hurts like a bitch
12. They sag faster
13. When the clothes come off, guys expect them to be all perky
14. Giving guy friends a hug often leads to boners
15. Tits are fucking distracting - whether it be for onlookers, or for yourself (yes, I get distracted by my own tits)

The list can go on and on, but for the sake of avoiding the boredom realm, I shall cease my rant - which started when I went to H&M today, tried on a beautiful elegant green dress, and looked like I was trying to sneak out two melons or something of that sort. What I'm trying to say is that people are content with what they are given. But as the saying goes, when life gives you lemons, break out the tequila (that was totally out of context and therefore made no fucking sense).

"Unreachable" :(

My boytoy and I haven't hung out, I mean, we've seen each other in person...once. But we've talked a couple of times. And he's the sweetest thing ever, he even has a nickname for me However, I think the last time we talked was a week ago. I tried calling, but his phone is always "unreachable" and he's not seen his FB chat. I barely know him, but it's just this one thing he said that made me kind of swoon. Oh well...college in a couple of months. That should be fun! My best friend is going to be close by. He's a guy, and no one thinks we can keep this friendship completely platonic...which I think is stupid. Who's to say girls and guys just can't be friends?

Boytoy

Not freaking the fuck out anymore. Crisis averted. The guy is an asshole though, but it's all good. I found a new guy though, who I am somewhat interested in. People have been judging me because the guy is two years younger than me, and is ninth grade (supposed to be in tenth). So what? He looks my age, acts my age, and makes me not want to kill myself :P

We have only hung out once, but that should change next weekend. In the mean time, I feel like I should cut off all my FWB ties.

Hope you all had an amazing valentines day! I was supposed to sleepover at the asshole's house, actually thought about having sex with him....thank god I found out how much of an asshole he was.

On the bright side: school starts tomorrow

On the non-sarcastic bright side: I GOT ACCEPTED INTO ANOTHER UNIVERSITY!!!