Dear reader who found my site whilst googling, “coitus interruptus gallery,”
Ewwwww.
A gallery. Are you serious?
Also? Ewwwww.
I can only imagine the delight you find in this spoogalicious scene and I wish you all the best of luck.
I, on the other hand, will refrain from adding to your brand of joy by removing any products of coitus interruptus by cloth or shower. Or I will simply angle myself so that my partner gets the brunt of the hit. Sad for him, yay for me and the ability to fall asleep unsplattered.
Sincerely,
Melissa
Posted by Melissa on November 27th, 2006 under Smackdown
I don’t know. I sort of like the phrase “coitus interruptus gallery” as opposed to the many other vulgar search terms that could have been used. It’s oh-so-technical and proper sounding, and it makes me laugh.
I am commenting here because you turned off comments on your next post, and I’m sneaky like that.
In response to these individuals, naturally, I cry “BULLSHIT.” In response to the not loving yourself thing, well honey, you could always start now. Consider the sources of these accusations. Are any of them…ALCOHOLICS? Is it possible that nothing they say is worth listening to? I don’t know them. I’m just asking.
The man I divorced (who had drug, alcohol, and responsibility issues I can’t even begin to describe) was quite convinced that if there was something wrong in the world, I was the cause of it. How powerful I felt.
How powerful you must be to have sooooo much influence on these four people! Wow! You must be some kind of goddess, eh? I think all those people should make blood sacrifices at your feet. Obviously in your company they have no will of their own. They’d better be nice to you or who knows what you will make them do!
You see? This is how you love yourself. Perspective.
That is, they should make blood sacrifices at your feet, but they should not mess up your shoes while doing it because otherwise you might exert your mind control and force them to stab themselves in the neck or something. This is how great your power is. Truly, they should be in awe.
Sara is right. I wish Sara had given me that perspective 2 years ago when my marriage finally fell into the pieces that spelled d-i-v-o-r-c-e. Still, the fact that she is right still helps. And makes me giggle.
Believe me when I say “it doesn’t seem like it now, but you will get through this.” Used to drive me crackers when people would say that to me. But here I am, 2 years later, thinking “wow, I think I’m through it.”
One minute, one hour, one day at a time. That’s all you need to do. Make the decisions that are best for you and they’ll be best for the kids too because they need a whole mom.
November 27th, 2006 at 8:03 pm
Because it bears repeating:
EeWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
November 27th, 2006 at 11:29 pm
Yeah, I’m with you. Ewwwww!
November 28th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
Despite this being the place to “leave my moment of shiny brilliance”, all I can go with is the ever popular, “ewwwwww”.
November 28th, 2006 at 5:55 pm
I don’t know. I sort of like the phrase “coitus interruptus gallery” as opposed to the many other vulgar search terms that could have been used. It’s oh-so-technical and proper sounding, and it makes me laugh.
November 29th, 2006 at 11:20 am
I am commenting here because you turned off comments on your next post, and I’m sneaky like that.
In response to these individuals, naturally, I cry “BULLSHIT.” In response to the not loving yourself thing, well honey, you could always start now. Consider the sources of these accusations. Are any of them…ALCOHOLICS? Is it possible that nothing they say is worth listening to? I don’t know them. I’m just asking.
The man I divorced (who had drug, alcohol, and responsibility issues I can’t even begin to describe) was quite convinced that if there was something wrong in the world, I was the cause of it. How powerful I felt.
How powerful you must be to have sooooo much influence on these four people! Wow! You must be some kind of goddess, eh? I think all those people should make blood sacrifices at your feet. Obviously in your company they have no will of their own. They’d better be nice to you or who knows what you will make them do!
You see? This is how you love yourself. Perspective.
November 29th, 2006 at 11:46 am
That is, they should make blood sacrifices at your feet, but they should not mess up your shoes while doing it because otherwise you might exert your mind control and force them to stab themselves in the neck or something. This is how great your power is. Truly, they should be in awe.
December 2nd, 2006 at 9:16 am
Sara is right. I wish Sara had given me that perspective 2 years ago when my marriage finally fell into the pieces that spelled d-i-v-o-r-c-e. Still, the fact that she is right still helps. And makes me giggle.
Believe me when I say “it doesn’t seem like it now, but you will get through this.” Used to drive me crackers when people would say that to me. But here I am, 2 years later, thinking “wow, I think I’m through it.”
One minute, one hour, one day at a time. That’s all you need to do. Make the decisions that are best for you and they’ll be best for the kids too because they need a whole mom.