Condom @ MindSay 
first time
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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #81
LOL, WORDY
All of last week, I had a song I HAD to listen to every day when I walked down to get the free college bus.
That was Dammit by Blink 182.
All this week, I've been listening to No Presents For Christmas by King Diamond.
It's proper weird listening to Christmas songs in the middle of spring.
For the final coursework week, Sarah changed our Thursday lesson to another coursework hour.
I spent it in the LRC with Lewis. I gathered together a bit of my research, but then spent the rest of the time faffing on MindSay and Blogthings.
I saw Shelly come in - she was downstairs on the ground floor doing her IT coursework.
I stood around with her for a while. As soon as she'd finished off, we went back out and sat at the round tables.
A stand had been set up in the corridor at college - giving out free chlamydia tests.
Previously when they'd set one up, Ash and I had dared Shelly to take one - but she refused.
I dared her again this time, and this time she went along with it.
So we went into the toilets on the ground floor and she pissed in a tube. :)
I saw her piss too - proper orange. Weird as.
Of course, I trust her, I believe if she had anything I could catch from her, she'd have told me.
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After she'd handed it in - we went into town.
We bought our lunches and walked back to college in time to see Ash.
We sat back on the round tables - Adam joined us too.
Shelly gave him a glow-in-the-dark condom from the bag of sexual goodies the people at the stand had given her. Lubricants and various novelty condoms - nice. :P
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In English, Mary set us all off on coursework.
I went down to the LRC - but of course, I didn't do any.
I saw Ash at the reception desk - we decided we'd go down onto ground floor and sit together.
We got two computers together and did some work on our Media Studies coursework.
Ash was making changes to the final draft of her evaluation.
She asked me what she could write for her final section - the section about the task we didn't choose.
I'd written about doing an interview and a scandal story.
I took the piss and told her that she couldn't write "scandal story", because I'd written it first. I told her she had to write "a story with elements of scandal".
Fucking piss - she was almost over the maximum word count - and she responds with: "Oh REALLY. How WORDY..."
Then I carried on the joke saying she couldn't write Jonathan 'wears formal clothes' - she had to write 'dresses with an air of formality'.
It carried on for a long time - to the point where Ash was laughing so hard she had to put her hands over her face to muffle herself, as everyone was looking at us.
I love making Ash laugh - it makes me feel warm inside. :)
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At the bus stop, I saw Becca.
She was going to her sister's house and was planning to get the 64 - but I told her she could get the same bus as me.
We stood together in the shelter and took the Leven Valley bus back to my nana's.
She came in for a few minutes and had a natter on to my nana.
Ah, the days when we were young - the randomness on that field out back...
Now she's proper different - I don't think she's changed some things, but others are proper new.
i've decided that i want to post my more personal shit without having people i know figure out, really. i mean i am very open & whatnot, but i wanted to write things, more ideas and in-depth somewhat. so here goes...
*i need to change this page's scheme, fo realz!*
i'm a very sexual person. i am not straight, i am not gay. i am not picky. that's what it is. i don't like people because of sexual attraction, really. i 106% of the time much more prefer a grade A personality and genuinity. but that doesn't mean i don't look at people and lust....wishing to just pin him down and give him and good ol' BJ and swallow all his cum or get her on a couch and eat her out or finger fuck her like there's no tomorrow, making her cum so hard and swallowing all of her juices. very lustful, i admit. often horny.
wrist-banging turns me on. really can give myself an orgasm with that. did it at work a couple times...starbucks. hahahahahah!!!!! i kind of gave in at the knees and disappeared behind the counter with an obvious expression of sexual pleasure on my face.
i have learned to moderate my masturbation so that i don't get so raw and in pain when i finger myself. always ALWAYS use condoms....have a ziplock full of those suckers. dental dams, too, but i haven't used them yet. actually just tried something new with my dildo. put a golf ball on the top, covered both with a condom and went away at it. sprayed like a fucking bitch, man, and had one of the best fucking orgasms ever!
i just started having g-spot oriented orgasms. before that, they've just been clit-based. man, i love learning new stuff each day!
OK, I’m sick and tired to be sick and tired. What is with this mindsay wiki page? What is a wiki page? I figured it would just be some kind of weird link to your own page on wikipedia.com. Guess what? It isn’t. I looks like some stupid extended profile bull that mindsay uses to sell ads. Well I won’t put anything worth advertising on my wiki page out of spite. Spite! This is very similar to how I don’t put anything in my blog worth reading, except I cannot do anything to help myself in that department. But seriously, I don’t know what this wiki business is all about and I really don’t like it. This is because a) I’m not down with learning anything new as it pertains to my ramblings here and b) because I am getting spam on this thing. Spam messages from fake accounts saying they saw your profile and want to be friends. What the hell? I don’t want this crap on mindsay. I already have a myspace account that I have never used and never will but get fake friend requests all the time. I hate that kind of thing. Notice to anyone who likes to fancy themselves a hacker: don’t ever come up to me and say something to the effect like “I create spyware” or “I made that I love you virus a few years back.” You would be in a pool of bodily fluids faster than your little Trojan virus can macro the words that you have no penis. People who spend their time facelessly creating crap that has no use are basically doing so as an extension of their entire lives. They are completely useless, and we would all be better off if you did not exist just to be a nuisance. Imagine if your sole quality in life is being a nuisance. Well that is the existence of the mosquito and the hacker. Way to go people.
1) if you make a deal, stick with it.
2) wow. real mature.
3) you don't even know who my contacts are dipshit.
4) do you honestly think anybody will believe you?
5) you really, really, just do not know who i am.
6) not only did you do that, but you only made it THIS OBVIOUS it's a fake.
7) "i need proactive". really? well you need to go to the doctor and learn what STD stands for.
8) and "my best friend's boyfriend" means that it's just like common courtesy not to sleep with them. just in case you hadn't learned yet. i know you've had trouble with that.
9) condom. look it up. it'll do you a world of good.
i'm too pissed to even think fully right now.
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