im falling in love with you…there i said it… i dont toss the L word around lightly!
Response from love victim # 2:
Ambien Grace retort:
No, lesbian. It scares the shit out of me!
So, assuming I’m not the best catch in New Hampshire. Assuming you were fishing for wild salmon and I happened to be a can of sardines in mustard sauce purchased at the Dollar Tree, I’d be a good catch if you liked fish tacos!
Getting the homophobia, the slight over reaction to my addiction to food, oxy, booze, porn, and my mother, self-gratification and prescription drugs: I am really not a bad find!
I’d like to focus on the positive today. After all spring has sprung and soon I will be able to prowl without my Mum or Daddy knowing about it and my lust for blood runs deep!
I am 5’3” tall. Mother Theresa prefers that I round that off to 5’5” just in case a perspective young male comes dashing into town.
I am blonde but not really. So, I have the intelligence level of a true blonde but my roots run as deep as my lust for blood.
I am easy and cheap. I am currently self-employed. Not really sure what my job entails yet, hopefully I’ll get some sort of a clue when I hit 30!
My assets are few materials wise. I live with above mentioned parents and most likely will until they die or I die, whichever comes first.
I am an avid animal lover and can often times be seen working out with my parent’s dog, Beckett Couvillion the third at White’s park. That would be me…sitting down on a bench patting a strange looking tall and poodle like chocolate covered dog with a large double scoop ice cream from Friendly’s in my hand.
I am not, I repeat, not nor have I ever considered myself a lesbian. However, my mother might be okay with my choosing bi-sexuality if the right guy and his perverted ways come into the very white bread, strictly non-political and misogynistic neighborhood; take a right by the old Dewey School. And, only if the offer to take my hand in marriage is placed upon the table.
There, enough said. Stepping back, hitting spellcheck (which I am certain is incorrect most of the time because my spelling can’t be that bad) I don’t look so bad in text form!
Due to enforced parental regulations I am no longer permitted to send photographs; clothed or otherwise, to any admirers. Therefore, I suppose if I were looking to sell myself short, as I always do, I’d have to put an ad on craigslist.nh.org.
Look for me there. I’m the one with the fake smile and the insincere apologetic looking shrug to her shoulders.