infuckingfuriated erin him: yeah, you don't "do" cock me: i haven't yet had a reason to him: just because mine isn't available him: whatever me: we've had this conversation a few too many times him: obviously love, you know i love teasing you him: you get so...ugh me: hah....YOU get so ugh him: oh yes erin.... the fact that my penis is unavailable to you since i have the most wonderful person i can imagine servicing it is so frustrating me: that made noooo sense at all him: oh yes it did him: but i must go have sex him: i will see you soon me: have fun him: i will me: bye him: ciao love ok, do men get much more irritating than this? why does every man think i have my every hope pinned to their zipper? nothing pisses me off more. it's even worse because he thinks it's making me jealous. when really, all it's doing is making me angry at his arrogance, and annoyed at the fact that he's pulling this bullshit again. i could punch him. 000713 ... klarchen For every girl who knows exactly what you mean, please do, erin, punch him for all of us. 000713 ... my birdmad has a first name no different than having to endure the insinuation that my only interest was in conquest. to hell with that! i outgrew that years before i met her. it was one of my desires, to be sure. but only as a component of a greater desire save that accusation for the kind of callow trash that you seem to prefer, like damian or that other bastard whose name thankfully never assaulted my ears...the ones who left the same dirty knives in your back that you turned around and left in mine ...one last thing, samantha... Fuck you! you're not worth all the shit you put me through who the fuck are you to talk about how much our friendship meant when you couldn't bring yourself to say anything that turned out to be true i don't need this anymore i'm takin' a walk. 000713 ... erin the minutely endowed boy, the viciously arrogant fuck. i went up to see my friends, and i stayed at his girlfriend's house. bad move. they moaned almost to the point of me calling 911 every night until way past 4. and then he woke up before she did. he lumbered out of bed in his black boxer briefs, rounded the corner into the living room and squinted at me. he grinned and said, "sleep well? if you were that lucky you'd never want to sleep. you'd need it all the time." i think if he weren't about 6'3'' and 300 pounds, i would have beat him down. as it was, i just stared at him blankly and said "suck my cock." couldn't think of anything better. why isn't there some equally bitchy phrase that girls can use? 000720 ... Q eat me, to think of just one very quickly besides, just say he's an asshole, which is true 000720 ... birdmad fights dirty invite him to step just a little bit closer...and use your knees with all the force you can exert...especially when he's only wearing boxers on those occasions when i have been a bar bouncer i have witnessed the value of the low blow (and on occasion been its unfortunate victim) use it it works 000720 ... erin about the swift kick to the balls....i just can't do it. i have a little brother, and i've seen him doubled over from just a tap between the legs. i don't care how pissed i am, i can't hit people...especially when i know it would hurt them that badly. and what if this guy ended up sterile? hmm...on second thought. next time i see him, i'll wear steel-toed boots. 000725 what's it to you? who go blather from