Well not me that's for sure! Last night I felt a bit blah and was trawling the net reading blogs, watching porn and chatting to a few randoms. I clicked on a site I've not used for ages and was horrified.
Friends Reunited was a nice fad a few years ago to let people know what you've done since leaving school. Most of the people in my year have posted a message to say what they've been up to since that summer of 1997 when I left high school to go on to that successful university career and who knows what - well that all went tits up within two years as I left university and went to work almost full time before ending up a career crazy on an Alexis Carrington scale! So anyway, last night found me clicking through all those people I'd forgotten, remembered and wanted to forget and the occasional one that I wanted to suck off. It was all really awful to be honest, like car crash reading. Hearing all these people who have gotten married and had kids made me think "What's it all about Cassie?" Playing Desperate Housewives is my worst fear and some of these girls who have gotten a man and had a few children must have fed their partners with some date rape drug or horse sedaters as they were no oil paintings in high school with the personality of a painted wall to match. What was even funnier was the career whore's who claim to be the next Donald Trump or being sly and pretending they don't want to sound too successful so play it all down.
All of this got me thinking about reuniting with my old school pals. I did this with one of them about two years ago. We met by chance and arranged to go for lunch which went fine. She told me about meeting a guy and was living with him etc etc - only later did I fins out that the man was 3 times her age. I never thought she had it in her let alone with a man who could've fathered her father! It's a Trisha Goddard show waiting to happen.
I started off this post not wanting to reunite at all but who really would knock back the opportunity to stir up some trouble (I was voted Biggest Gossip for two years running) I think I'd tell someone that someone else was talking about them and sit back and watch the fireworks and fights and scandal break out!! It'd be a good opportunity to see all the guys who I used to watch in the changing rooms at PE to see how they'd grown!! I must say, I don't care about reuniting and being bitter by telling people they'd made my life a misery in school, because they didn't. I'm far more interested in finding the hot guys who were very easy on the eyes for an 18 year old impressionable with cock - it was the only cock shots I got at 18 - I had to wait for a year or so after leaving school before I got my first kiss with a man. So I'd go, look for more cock and I'd be wearing a fabulous ensemble because I am neither desperate nor a housewife.
Monday, September 18, 2006
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