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Time magazine says I’m unhappy. And if you’re a woman, according to them, so are you. Sometimes, I think I ought to chuck the whole writing thing and become a researcher investigating the myriad reasons women’s lives are so shitty. Magazines and universities seem to be working around the clock to inform us dames how depressed we are. How infertile we become each day. How gaining too much weight during pregnancy will make us fat for the rest of our lives. How men don’t like smart chicks and are intimidated by successful ones. How females are more likely to die by violence in the home. How we need to behave like men to be taken seriously in the work place. And if you’re a black woman, sorry, but you’re more apt to be single all your life and get breast cancer. Good times. And they wonder why we get a bit crabby.
Getn 2 no a man & still keepn myself n tacked when I'm not pleased with a man's behavior.
This is the story of Mike since 2006, posted chronologically starting with the most recent posts. This was taken from my now deleted myspace blog and posted here as a running history of where I have been and what has gotten me to this point in my life. It reads like a teenage angst diary in some parts and reveals some of my most personal feelings and thoughts at situations I have been through. This is a running auto-biography, and I hope it continues for a long time. WARNING: Strong language, angst, self-importance, emo lyrics and empty hopes and dreams. Also, LOOOOOONGGGG.