tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38909662318120085662012-02-16T09:24:41.243ZThe Little Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353498136276015090noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890966231812008566.post-39550948801454437352009-01-14T14:38:00.001Z2009-01-14T15:33:33.524Z<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I'm gonna go with this season's colour for my first ever blog...I have to admit I never thought I would find myself doing this on one of my precious days off but hey ya know, why not.<br /><br />So I once read something, somewhere on this vast part of the universe, that a blog needs to be witty, smart, not too whingy or happy, not allay too much personal woe and so on and so forth (was a while ago, I can't be expected to remember all that). Can I be bothered to care what some sad bugger hidden behind a computer screen, probably in the same state as me, says HAS to be this or that?<br /><br />Not really<br /><br />So for the basics</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span><ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>my sex life is exceedingly weird (I try not to have one right now)</li><li>work is even stranger at times, though for the most part I ENJOY it</li><li>I'm 19, wishing I was 5 again</li><li>have a few fabulous friends</li><li>and the oddest part about me - I LOVE my life</li></ul> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;">All there really is to know, in a nutshell.<br /><br />So lets get to business - last night I was walking home from work (damn car in the garage *sad face*) when some guy pulls me over asking for directions. He's not very specific so I do the best I can then stand up to leave, him saying he's not from around here then starts asking where I'm heading - I tell him the opposite direction, pointedly telling him he ain't getting me in the car. Then he starts asking odder questions - have I got a boyfriend, how come I haven't, when was the last time I had one and so on. From that it got into sex, at which point I'm moving to go.<br /><br />He opens the car door, telling me to stay - now I know if he wants to catch me he will, cos I can't run too fast - so I keep him talking, texting my mum while I do. She rings me, I tell her where I am, he starts opening the door again so I go back. By this time he's asking all sorts of weird things about my kinks - animals, incest and children being 3 topics, so I'm rather freaked out. All this time he's also been asking about me watching guys wank, and now he's asking me to watch him. I say no each time, so when he starts playing with himself I take the opportunity to run and then my phone rings. Mum pulls up, I climb in and I watch him go.<br /><br />Freak<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;">So that today's weirdest happening and I shall attempt to ignore the fact that my font has miraculously changed without my sayso and shall leave it at that for now.<br /><br />Bye peoples<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3890966231812008566-3955094880145443735?l=bangsheadonkeyboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Little Pixiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353498136276015090noreply@blogger.com0