Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2008 22:51:44 GMT -5
March 15, 2008
11:46 am
Entry # 10
Dear Diary,
Desperately Lonely. It seems as of late the only person I have to talk to is my dog Collin. How pathetic is that? Considering he isn’t even a person. Quite pathetic if I do say so myself, I think I’m just too much woman for a man. They are all to scared that I’ll kick there ass if they break up with me. The only thing I can’t just date any typical man who thinks his penis is so large anyone in there right mine would date him. I want a man that thinks size does not matter. I want a man who is intelligent and brilliant. I need a man who can put up with my … with my... Well I guess a man that will just put up with me. I think that says enough. It is sad to say my last relationship was this Messiah... And every man I look at after him does not compare to him. He was just genius. I need to be honest with myself. I will never find a man like him. A man that can fulfill my needs. I am a very needy woman.
Enough about my pathetic love life, because I write things better than he ever felt them. I had another win last week. But I have to admit I wished after my last match for more of a challenge for my next match. I think I got it. This week I am facing Luther Castle. I am facing a man who is much like my past love encounter. Luther is an attractive, cocky, arrogant man. I believe he used to be a boxer also. Hmm. He sounds so strong, so amazing. But there just has to be something wrong with him. I mean there is something wrong with everyone. With me it is my past, therefore my present also because I dwell in the past to much.
Morgan still hasn’t called me. I hope he isn’t laying dead somewhere in a gutter. For all I know he could have went to one of those awful clubs. And well… he could have some kind of awful STD. But what should I care for. My brother doesn’t give a crap about me. He shouldn’t either. I have no one in my life left. Pretty soon Collin will run away too. I am surprised I haven’t pushed him out the door already. No one understands me. All the girls at the gym tell me I need to find myself a man. But what I need to find is a therapist. I need to find someone to talk to other than this stupid laptop. I need someone who will talk back. I need someone to listen and understand who I really am. I only know one person who actually did that for me and what did I do to her I might as well have killed her to get her out of my life. I do not know why I did such a terrible thing.[/i][/color]
11:46 am
Entry # 10
Dear Diary,
Desperately Lonely. It seems as of late the only person I have to talk to is my dog Collin. How pathetic is that? Considering he isn’t even a person. Quite pathetic if I do say so myself, I think I’m just too much woman for a man. They are all to scared that I’ll kick there ass if they break up with me. The only thing I can’t just date any typical man who thinks his penis is so large anyone in there right mine would date him. I want a man that thinks size does not matter. I want a man who is intelligent and brilliant. I need a man who can put up with my … with my... Well I guess a man that will just put up with me. I think that says enough. It is sad to say my last relationship was this Messiah... And every man I look at after him does not compare to him. He was just genius. I need to be honest with myself. I will never find a man like him. A man that can fulfill my needs. I am a very needy woman.
Enough about my pathetic love life, because I write things better than he ever felt them. I had another win last week. But I have to admit I wished after my last match for more of a challenge for my next match. I think I got it. This week I am facing Luther Castle. I am facing a man who is much like my past love encounter. Luther is an attractive, cocky, arrogant man. I believe he used to be a boxer also. Hmm. He sounds so strong, so amazing. But there just has to be something wrong with him. I mean there is something wrong with everyone. With me it is my past, therefore my present also because I dwell in the past to much.
Morgan still hasn’t called me. I hope he isn’t laying dead somewhere in a gutter. For all I know he could have went to one of those awful clubs. And well… he could have some kind of awful STD. But what should I care for. My brother doesn’t give a crap about me. He shouldn’t either. I have no one in my life left. Pretty soon Collin will run away too. I am surprised I haven’t pushed him out the door already. No one understands me. All the girls at the gym tell me I need to find myself a man. But what I need to find is a therapist. I need to find someone to talk to other than this stupid laptop. I need someone who will talk back. I need someone to listen and understand who I really am. I only know one person who actually did that for me and what did I do to her I might as well have killed her to get her out of my life. I do not know why I did such a terrible thing.[/i][/color]
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The day is young. The sun is shining bright and there isn’t a cloud in the sky to ruin Megan’s day. She thinks about what she wrote in her diary earlier and wonders if it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to the drug store and pick up a little package for herself after her match this week. Meg walks along the sidewalk with her newly dyed black hair, and freshly cut too. She wanted to go with something edgy, something that would make her more intimidating to the average male wrestler. No one in town notices Meg. She just seems like a normal person. Sometimes Meg loves that feeling, other times she wants people to talk to. She wants annoying fans drooling over her. She walks a few more minutes and finally reaches the local CVS.
‘Ding’
Meg walks into the store and looks around for someone to help her. She has done her research. She knows exactly what she wants she just doesn’t know where to find them.
“Excuse me Miss, Do you need some help?”
Meg looks over at the plump worker and smiles.
“Well you are exactly what I need right now. Thank goodness you were actually doing your job. You wouldn’t believe how many times I come in here, and I can’t find anyone to help me. I mean do they even know who I am. Enough about that I am looking for something special; something for maybe a future encounter of mine.”
The plump worker looks confused and points Meg in the direction she thinks Meg wants.
“Thank you so much.”
Meg jogs off into the direction the worker pointed her in. She smiles as she approaches the condoms. She scans the wall of condoms. There are just so many choices or textures and sizes. But she is looking for one certain size and one certain brand. She thinks it will be perfect. She wants a man that can fill things the way she wants them. Her eyes bulge, she found it. She moves her arm to the box. She picks it up to read it to make sure it is exactly what she wants.
“LifeStyles Snugger Fit Condoms.”
She takes them up to the cash register and grins at the same plump woman who helped her locate the condoms earlier.
“Is this all for you Miss?”
“Perfect, I was buying them for a friend. I think they should be a good fit. He is always talking about how big he is. And we all know how men can’t measure. Well it’s either measure or add because they always get the wrong size.”
“Oh men they are so silly.It's like they think women actually care how big they are. Well have a nice day.”
Meg walks out the door smiling.
"I better get these condoms to Luther right away. That slut of Calvin's should be bored with him soon enough and on to Luther. I just wanted him to be protected. One of the most important things about condoms is fit and I know how embarrassed he would be going in and buying one of the smallest sizes they have. Men just don't understand that it isn't how big you are it is what you do with your size. Like me for instance I may be a woman but I can still win matches. And I can at least I am not embarrassed to admit how small I am."
‘Ding’
Meg walks into the store and looks around for someone to help her. She has done her research. She knows exactly what she wants she just doesn’t know where to find them.
“Excuse me Miss, Do you need some help?”
Meg looks over at the plump worker and smiles.
“Well you are exactly what I need right now. Thank goodness you were actually doing your job. You wouldn’t believe how many times I come in here, and I can’t find anyone to help me. I mean do they even know who I am. Enough about that I am looking for something special; something for maybe a future encounter of mine.”
The plump worker looks confused and points Meg in the direction she thinks Meg wants.
“Thank you so much.”
Meg jogs off into the direction the worker pointed her in. She smiles as she approaches the condoms. She scans the wall of condoms. There are just so many choices or textures and sizes. But she is looking for one certain size and one certain brand. She thinks it will be perfect. She wants a man that can fill things the way she wants them. Her eyes bulge, she found it. She moves her arm to the box. She picks it up to read it to make sure it is exactly what she wants.
“LifeStyles Snugger Fit Condoms.”
She takes them up to the cash register and grins at the same plump woman who helped her locate the condoms earlier.
“Is this all for you Miss?”
“Perfect, I was buying them for a friend. I think they should be a good fit. He is always talking about how big he is. And we all know how men can’t measure. Well it’s either measure or add because they always get the wrong size.”
“Oh men they are so silly.It's like they think women actually care how big they are. Well have a nice day.”
Meg walks out the door smiling.
"I better get these condoms to Luther right away. That slut of Calvin's should be bored with him soon enough and on to Luther. I just wanted him to be protected. One of the most important things about condoms is fit and I know how embarrassed he would be going in and buying one of the smallest sizes they have. Men just don't understand that it isn't how big you are it is what you do with your size. Like me for instance I may be a woman but I can still win matches. And I can at least I am not embarrassed to admit how small I am."
