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[rockettqween]

I just ate a king sized butterfinger bar. I'm now a bit cracked out.

I went to the Vogue. It had a strange vibe to it tonight. Couldn't find my angry divorcee dancing groove. Bummer.

Snippits of conversation:

"You know, from reading your live journal, I'm under the impression you have, like, 20 orgasms a day."
"That's only on a good day."

"If I were to tell you I had a boyfriend, would you still want to talk to me?"
"Well, yeah, sure but now I'm not so interested. At least I tried."

"Everyone is hitting on me. Can't cope."

"I feel kind of trashy today. I'm not sure what it is."
"Well, you don't look trashy."

"I know you! We met a long time ago."
"Funny, I don't remember it at all."

"I'm going to go home and play with my toys. I have lots of batteries."

"You can think about me while you masturbate if you want to. You don't really need to ask my permission."
"But I'm a gentleman."

"What if I really start to like you?"
"If you really start to like me that's your problem."



I was just remembering the other day that when I lived alone with my son as a single mother, I had (and still have) this signed framed Bettie Page Klaw studio bondage photo. It was hanging on the wall, Bettie in high heels, holding a bull whip. My son looked at it, pointed and said, "That's Mama!"


Why is it when you tell someone that's hitting on you that you have a boyfriend they always ask, "is it serious?"

Well, no, we're not serious all the time. We do laugh and fool around occasionally. Geez. What if I were to look at them and suddenly launch into this rapturous diatribe about how we're talking like, five children and a mortgage and how I make a lovely lovely cook and only set things on fire once a week cause I get distracted watching Jenny Jones? Do you think they'd still be interested?

Or I suppose I could always deadpan, "Oh. You don't know how serious. It's more serious than my love for Jesus Christ and the Mormon church."

Fuckers.


Eh. I don't know.

Comments

[haate.livejournal.com]

"Oh. You don't know how serious. It's more serious than my love for Jesus Christ and the Mormon church."

maybe it's the sleep dep talking, but just thinking about that coming out of your mouth makes me chuckle. and very, very afraid. ;)

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

Hee hee. That's the second comment I've gotten in response to that same quote. But don't worry, I'm a rocket queen, not a latter day saint. I won't try to convert you.

So anyway, do you know where you're going when you die?.......

Just kidding.

[haate.livejournal.com]

heh...yeah, i know exactly where i'm going to go when i die.

right into the ground, or maybe an urn. ;)

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

Well, gee. You'd make a lousy Moron, er I mean Mormon.

[tyler1968.livejournal.com]

"You can think about me while you masturbate if you want to. You don't really need to ask my permission."

That is the most considerate thing a woman ever said to a man.

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

What about "Here. You've had a bad day. Let me suck your cock."? Isn't that considerate?

[lawst.livejournal.com]

Or I suppose I could always deadpan, "Oh. You don't know how serious. It's more serious than my love for Jesus Christ and the Mormon church."

I *don't* know you and the thought of this coming out of your mouth still makes me chuckle!

I may have to use that line next time I hear that same question. The one I do when I'm asked if my husband and I are serious is, "Never! He looks so cute when he's naked with the clown nose on!" It's worked every time with the one exception of the guy that had a clown fetish and was a sub.

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[rockettqween.livejournal.com]

Ooh. I might have to use the clown line too! I'll use your line if you use mine! Of course with my luck I'd probably run into the same clown fetish guy.