I just had to know

Your pussy is SWEET AND SOUR.

Like the pork in a Chinese restaurant, you offer the best of both worlds.

That is, you can be a little cherub for the man who likes to play it safe...

And you can be a little devil for the man who can keep up with you.

You like playing both roles, but you like being a devil a little more.

Sometimes too much, which can get you into trouble -

But that’s when your angel side kicks in and sweet talks you out of the whole mess.

Men usually think you’re shy and inexperienced, but the lucky ones find out that nothing could be further from the truth.



Is *Your* Pussy Sweet or Sour?

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Anyway, I had a lovely weekend. Hope all is well with everyone. Maybe we can get together and have chinese and go bowling or something sometime soon.

posted by Beth 12:26 PM . . .

Bow down before the one you serve

I saw something odd the other day. I was channel surfing when I thought I heard the music for NIN's Hurt. I listened closely. I did! I did hear music for Hurt....and it was coming from CMT. That's right, Country Music Television. It was Johnny Cash! Johnny Cash singing a Trent Reznor song! I didn't take to it immediately, but as I watched the video, I realized that this was the perfect song for this man. He's been through alot. Mr. Cash is a living legend who is respected by the entire music industry. You don't have to look far to see his influence, but I suggest you start with Social Distortion's version of Ring of Fire. Can you imagine how it must feel to have Johnny Cash cover one of your songs? Mind blowing, I'm sure.
In other news, Elizabeth Smart has been found, alive and well, nine months after her abduction. Unbelievable. In all honesty I had written her off long ago. I never expected that they would find her. I don't think her family did either. Yes, they said that they never gave up hope that she was alive, but in all their interviews they always spoke of her in the past tense. I watched the 48 hrs. special last night and in past interviews the father and mother always said things like: she liked, she was, she used, her favorite thing was, and so on. They held out for hope, but moved on with their lives....just as they should have done. And amazingly the girl was found and brought home. Guess hope is a good thing, even if it's just a glimmer in the darkness. Pandora should be pleased that not everything slipped out of that box of hers.
Changing gears slightly, I have not been passed over for beer! That in itself is a miracle. Of course, it's only Thursday and lots can happen between now and tomorrow. You never know, there may be a sudden game of football organized, a bottomless keg of Killian's, and a bucket of wings offered to him. I can only compete with so much. hahaha
I rented Chocolat....on DVD. I am all proud of myself. The damned thing works. I enjoyed the movie. It wasn't as breath-takingly wonderful as Dr. Snelson led me to believe, but it had a nice ending and Johnny Depp. I liked it. That brings me to Feardotcom. I had seen it once before, but I didn't remember anything about it. So I rented it. Now I know why I didn't remember it. It's not a memorable movie. Even the ever fine Stephon Dorff couldn't save this atrosity. It wasn't scary at all, predictable yes, scary no. It was made before The Ring, and it may have been made by the same people. It had the same premise, that's for sure. It may have even had the same freaky little girl, but instead of looking dark and evil, she looked like a cast off of the Aryan Nation. Something in the face looked familiar. I didn't bother to check the credits. The movie bored me. The Ring was effective, and if the same people are responsible for both movies, they should be proud of their progress.

posted by Beth 6:24 PM . . .

Post-birthday bliss

Much to my surprise, I had a pleasant day. I did laundry. I made my favoritest (yes, that's right, favoritest. I can make up words if I want too) meal for dinner, chicken parmigiana. I cleaned my room. Okay, maybe I didn't clean my room. Maybe I just picked up all my dirty clothes and now I can see the floor. Well, parts of the floor. I ate birthday cake. With really sweet icing. Birthday cakes from The Cookie Jar rock! Unless you are diabetic, then they could be deadly or in the very least send you into a coma. I got a DVD player! Bethie leaps into the 21st century!! I hooked it up all by myself. That's nothing spectacular since all I had to do was hook up some wires, but hey don't rain on my parade. I considered letting it sit and asking Eric to hook it up for me. You know, the whole damsel in distress thing, but then I decided that I wouldn't dumb down myself for anyone. He's a Virgo anyway so he wouldn't like the dumbed down version of me or anyone else. So I did it myself. All I have to do now is move my bookcase a little closer to the TV. No big deal. I need to dust that thing anyway. Both those things. Okay, okay. I need to dust everything I own. Geesh.
I got 2 birthday cards through the mail...from the same person. My great-aunt Jen sent me one silly one, and one "nice" one with $5 inside. She found the money on the elevator. I'm suppose to have a drink on her, or the poor schmuck who lost his money. She called yesterday and I asked if she knew she sent me 2 cards. She said, "yes I know I sent two cards. I'm not fucking nuts girl." Gotta love my family. Well, how should I know. Afterall, her name is Janet, (I think, I'm still confused on that) but everyone in our family calls her Jen. And my grandmother (Aunt Jen's sister) gets all bent out of shape when Jen's friends call her Jan. Grandma always says in a mean-spirited way (okay everything grandma says is usually said in a mean-spirited way, but I digress) "Went and changed her name to Jan (extra meanness on Jan). I don't know why in the hell she'd go and make people call her Jan (see previous note). Um, maybe because her name is Janet, Grandma. Then I get the burn in hell look. I don't know. Just plain weird. I don't know who started calling her Jen in the first place. I think it was her mother. Why didn't she just name Jen? Maybe my great-grandmother was saying Jan, but she had a twang in her voice and it sounded like Jen. I don't know.
Anyhoo, I might have a visitor this weekend. Might. If I'm not pushed over for 8am 50 cent Killians. But hey, I understand that. Choosing between people and Killians can be difficult. I know. I've been there....and I usually opted for the beer.

posted by Beth 1:59 PM . . .

You say it's your birthday?

It's my birthday too. I was born around 2:30am, today, March 10, 1978. That's all I have to say about that.

posted by Beth 12:54 AM . . .