Ok, So I’ve been dating my boyfriend for almost about a year now, but sometimes I think he’s still not over his love from 5 years ago. They dated from age 16 to 20, took her virginity, and they had broken up because she had an abortion after 5 months of pregnancy. After that he said he had lost all feelings for her, and that they eventually drifted apart…I understand why he would be so hurt though. They also had little matching cross tattoos..

I wouldnt think this way if he didnt say some of the things he said.. Just little things, that I can honestly care less about, but I started to think different when I realized it was an on going thing..examples: I’d be looking through a magazine and point out this really pretty blonde girl, I’d be like **** look how pretty she is! He’s say oh, she looks like jacqualine! Oh just kidding ****.. We’d be watching a movie, He’d be like ugh, that looks like fucking jackie… I mentioned one time that I eat so much, and he’d say, oh its okay jackie ate like a horse..he’d be looking at me while we were driving, he grabbed my chin, I was like aw **** do I have a double chin? He was like hell no babe, jackie had a double chin…and times where we would fight over stupid **** he would always say, jackie used to do that fucking **** all the time, jackie did this, she did that, youre just like her blah blah blah. and a few days ago I found their prom picture in his wallet when he had TOLD me he took it out and ripped it in half..

Jackie is tall, blonde, white skin, I am short, tan, with black hair. She was a dancer, a cheer leader, gymnist, college… I am more on the punk rock side, going to beauty school, completely different from her… Sometimes I feel like I’m not as good as her. I feel he’s not over her and wished things didnt have to end that way.. It’s funny because I started dating him when him and his ex ashley had just broken up, and weirdly, he never compares me to her, hardly ever mentioned her name, I mean they had talked on the phone a few times, but eventually he stopped talking to her for good. I guess I only compare to his first love? I do trust him, he trusts me, we are faithful.. But, I still wonder, Why must I hear this name all the time? He tells me he loves me… I Just wish I can be ‘that’ girl. I feel like He wishes he can find that kind of love that he had before, I feel like he will never love me like he loved his ex. I guess she also had tried to get a hold of him a few months into our relationship. She had texted his little sisters phone, which was now my boyfriends phone number, she said, “hey do you think you can give me your bros number so we can catch up?” he replied back” I will tell him to call you”. He said he never called her or anything. Least that’s what he said.. I remember that day too, his reaction when she had texted him, although he didnt tell me this until way later, but I remember that day perfectly because his reaction was just, wow, like he was in shock almost… Makes me think, wow… And she being pregnant while engaged to another man, and trying to get a hold of her ex? Very low of her…

I don’t know, I’m sick of hearing her name, and that stupid tattoo is a little reminder, because I have to look at that crap everyday.. I dont want to be just another girl that will never compare to his first love..I feel like I’m wasting my time. maybe It’s my insecurities speaking, but, like I said, he made me think these crazy thoughts. First couple times I could give a damn, but it happening all the time, lead me to think crazy , and that, I’m just not what he truly wants..

10. Joseph Smith: “I send the wrappers off on missions, then seal myself to be one with the peanut butter cups for all eternity.”

9. Brigham Young: “The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup is really a Snickers bar, and I eat those one bite at a time.”

8. Oliver Cowdery, Martin Harris, and David Whitmer: “Well, we actually just ate the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups with our SPIRITUAL mouths…”

7. Wilford Woodruff: “I first write a manifesto claiming I will never again eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, then I secretly eat a few more under the table.”

6. Paul H. Dunn: “I remember back in WWII that I ate a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup that was 2 feet tall. I really didn’t know if I could eat it or not, what with my recent war injury and all, but I remembered my fallen buddy’s words as he died in my arms: ‘Paul, if you just take one bite at a time, you can tackle anything.’ So I took that giant cup and, breaking it with the bat **** Ruth gave me, proceeded to wolf down the tiny morsels.”
5. Gordon B. Hinckley: “I know without a shadow of a doubt that I have eaten a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, but I don’t really know exactly how I ate it. These experiences are very sacred to me. Previous leader have mentioned how they eat their Reese’s Cups, but I’m not really sure what they meant by that.”

4. Thomas S. Monson: “I remember when I ate my first Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup when I was tender lad of 8. My mother came up to me, and with a loving twinkle in her eye, asked, ‘Tommy, are you eating a Reese’s?’ And I would invariably smile up to her, ‘Yes. Yes, I am.’ ‘But Tommy, did you know that Mrs. Jensen next door hasn’t eaten a Reese’s Cup in years?’ My young mind thought upon the plight of my next door neighbor as I…”

3. Boyd K. Packer: “In all my years, I have always eaten my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups the same way – the way the brethren have instructed us to eat them. There is a far greater evil in this world, though – those who believe they can eat their Cups in a
3. Boyd K. Packer: “In all my years, I have always eaten my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups the same way – the way the brethren have instructed us to eat them. There is a far greater evil in this world, though – those who believe they can eat their Cups in a way not in harmony with the brethren. We must be true and faithful and eat our Peanut Butter Cups the exactly same way the brethren does.”

2. Neal A. Maxwell: “I intentionally initiate the delicious design of deglutition of the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup by nibbling a negligible nit of the culinary creamy cavalcade. For like our Savior, it is exclusively through small entities that the great things are fabricated. Then I…”

AND THE #1 WAY GA’s EAT THEIR PEANUT BUTTER CUP!

1. J. Golden Kimball: “H***, I’ll eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup any d*** way I want!”

There’s no wrong way (unless you listen to Mr. Packer) to eat a Reese’s.

my mates fancy dress party on friday the 18th of april.

the theme is something beginning with B.
heres what people are going as (so dont suggest these)
banana
bumblebee
ladybug
big ben
bill and ben flowerpot men
beach babes
bob marley
butterfly
thats just some i dont really know tbh.
and this is a description of me:
quite tall
auburn hair, shoulder length, wavy, side fringe
light skinned but kinda tanned

please suggest outfit ideas that
i dont want any famous people like baby spice , beyonce etc.
i want it to be cheap, and im not keen on ordering online
something different, and i dont particularly want a mask or a wig.

i was considering going as a brownie guide, but i dont have the cap and clothes etc. so please suggest me some ideas and the best idea(s) will get ten points thankss xx

My name is Nicole. iv’e been crazy about my bestfriend Louis(if i slip and put Arnold its ok. thats his real name, long story) since September. We started off as good friends working for the same company, walmart. We do overnights. Everyone hooks up there but i found that not my thing. Especially since i was with someone in the ARMY for a while and was very very faithful and loyal! Louis(my friend) had told me how much he admires me and was flirting. When the soldier and i broke up, Louis helped me through it. Then one day I went over for drinks and it was 151 bicardi. I never had hard liqor before. I had one too many shots then he left to get condoms.. i had more shots. and these were tall shot glasses! All I remember is him standing there in the dining room with his back facing me(im in the living room sitting in the chair) and then thats all i remember. I wake up to everything off but my underwear. I took a shower and then i went over to him and asked him what happened. He didn’t take me seriously but told me. He had *** with me(obviously) but also i supposivly asked for **** and we had ****. I had NEVER done this before and i told him before i might if im in love with the guy.. I looked at him as a good guy.. so i just said “I dont feel any different” and he said “Thats good that means i did it right”. I was in the time of my life where i was trying to lose myself.. and was like well if i had done these things id rather be awake for it so i let him have *** with me. he took care of me that whole day because i had the worst hangover.. plus i had hit my head hard. He would get mad at me for asking quiestions frequently about it.. because i really didn’t know. he said he doesn’t believe me.

it was 3 months in we’re still having *** and i was falling for him.. he seemed to enjoy it but i never heard it back. then here comes december and im about to meet up with one of my friends who just got back from deployment. a marine. before i left, i gave arnold a hug and he gave me one of his cellphones to reach him. I added minutes to it and found tons of text in the phone. I just had to read them didn’t i? tons of em were sexual and from a few different girls around the same time. and around the same time i was having intimate relationsions with him. He was having *** with them. It hurt so i asked him at the airport and he was saying he use to and stressed he and i arent together and said he doesnt talk to them anymore since he’s been talkign to me. later found out thats a lie.. he talks to all the girls he’s had *** with and they all were just friends with him. well finally last day in cali.. i told him i loved him.. and when i came back on the 11th of december he asked me to be his girl. Alot has happened since then. so many girls were tyring to get in the way, and i had a problem with it and would talk to him about it and it all got blown up in my face, he’d threaten to leave me and never talk again and would ignore me for days on end. then it came to it we broke up… he gave me hope we might get back together but then when i went to his house and went to use his phone a text just came in and was saying “Hey babe, im ready for another round”. I was so upset because he and i were still intimate. He also was still talking to those women from october and i just recently found out that he’s been on this fling.com site since october and has hooked up with a few girls.. though he said its just been with me the whole time but he’s had this one girl over early may.. while he and i were intimate.. and they had sex, he still denies it but now she’s 4 weeks pregnant. and im having suicial thoughts.

I had a pregnancy scare with him but it made me feel closer than ever after. I wanted a baby.. i want a future with him but he says he doesnt really want a girl. just occasional ***. he keeps all his flings close to him. he goes on that site alot. its so digusting the way the site is and while he and i are intimate he’s still looking for some but it seems its whenever we’re fighting he seeks for another girl. i think he has strong feelings for me just isnt going to say em. thinking one day i may just leave. now this woman will be in his life forever. and now he’s ignoring me because i snooped and found all this pout. he was very abusive but did something every time to make me fall for him. i think he just used me this whole time. I dont want friends with benefits. i was just completely in love with him.

..and she’s tall. i always felt really short to him. he’s 6′4″ black male. I am 5′1″ white female.

Intro

I sat on the swing, not swinging, just sitting. It was midnight and I hadn’t fed in three days. It was agonizing, this new life I wanted to lead. I had no clue what I was trying to prove to myself or the pain that it would cause. I thought back to when I became like this—a monster.

I was swinging, not sitting, swinging. And then in an instance, I felt a rush of cold air. Then I saw a shadow. I was a coward, being ten and all, but still becoming this monster the shadow made me. It whispered, “Eighteen.” I figured out what it meant later on. That I would keep growing until the mature age of eighteen. I’m fifteen now, so I still have some growing to do. But when the clock strikes twelve on October seventeenth, I will become a full werewolf.

I sighed as I felt that breeze once more and I got off the swing, my brown hair blowing wildly in my face. I needed someone with me at that moment. Just—just someone to protect me.
I caught the eye of someone walking by as he passed me; he walked backwards to make sure I was still there. He went to my school, in the same class, popular too. I saw his chiseled face and tousled brownish gold hair and gleaming green eyes. “Hey, don’t I know you?”

I stuffed my hands in my jean pockets. I wasn’t one to talk and I went by with school with a breeze. I didn’t want to be bothered with these people, the people I despised because they still have normal lives. The people I could creep up on with my pack and kill. Ugh.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I said almost inaudibly.

“You’re Harper, aren’t you? Am I right?”

“And you’re Chase.”

He smiled and cracked his knuckles. “What are you doing out in the park at midnight?”

I looked around to make sure no one was watching. My parents were probably worried about me. My curfew was at ten. It was twelve o’ two. I puffed out a cold breath of air. He waited on me to answer. “I could ask the same for you,” I said stubbornly. I didn’t have time for twenty questions.

“I’m sorry, I just thought—anyway, uh, I should be going. See you in class tomorrow.” He pivoted on his heel and turned back to make sure I didn’t disappear. “I will see you tomorrow, right?”

I smiled and bit my lip. “Maybe.”

“Okay, I’ll go now. Later.”

I watched him leave. I wonder what he meant by that. I walked to the train and entered the last leave. I was the only passenger. I stopped at 5th Street Montgomery and took a left. My house was in the woods, not a long walk, but long enough. I lifted my hood unto my head. I ran 150mph and reached the house in two seconds. I appeared in my room, dressed in my pajamas like I never left. I had the ability to appear and disappear. I was thankful at times for that little power. Not many like me had that power.

I didn’t feel like going to school when I woke up. My Shih Tzu, Tyler, woke me up. I got out some random clothes out of my closet, took a shower, and made sure my clothes matched. My hair would dry into curls when I reached the parking lot. I ran to school without people noticing. My other hidden talents I just discovered.

I saw Chase standing outside his car. I smiled to myself and ran behind his back. I felt a breeze from my speed and he must’ve too because he turned around amazed. “Hey, I was looking for you.”

“Why?” Now, I was concerned.

“I need to ask—

“Hey babe,” Susan Lincoln said before she kissed his cheek. She gave me a pity look and smiled at Chase. Her new little boy toy. “Hello, Harper.”

I hinted a smile, but reluctantly said, “Hey, Susan.” This was one girl I could feed off of. She was one of those people who you slap and she laughs.

“Harper, I guess I’ll see you later.” If I’m not mistaken, I thought I saw a little bit of sadness in his green eyes.

“Um, whenever you get a chance. I don’t care,” I said leaving Susan with her man. I knew she would say something about it later or get payback for me talking to her boyfriend, but I didn’t care. I was a werewolf. Werewolves, (well I) don’t care about anything including drama. So I as I entered the doors to Ellington High, I had a huge grin as I saw my other werewolf friends who went along with the crowd just as I did. Being what I like to call invisible while trying to be normal.

I knew every face in the room…but one. He was tall, kind of muscular, and his hair needed a cut. He was trying to be a skater guy wannabe, but I could tell he had class.

I saw Nicole, another one like me, looking at him with a smile. I knew what she was thinking, but I was trying not to be that person anymore. My fears were coming to haunt me and Nicole knew that. She knew what I did not want.

I looked at him again, his eyes a hazel color reflected by the sun. He grinned at me and stared back at the window. My eyes averted back to Nicole. She already made up her mind. She was going in her pack to kill him. I was disgusted.

My head rested in my hands. Four days without feeding. It just felt so wrong. But if I wanted to
be as close to un-dog like as possible, I had to keep eating normal food.
After school, I was going to try and stop Nicole. Today wasn’t really the first day of school; it was more like an introduction day for Ellington High. Fine with me, though, I knew it would go by fast.

1.

Nicole waited on the steps. I shook my head as I passed her. What would I do? What would I say?
“Not gunna join the party?” She asked humorously.
“I don’t think so,” I said, turning to go.
“Why?” she asked more content.
“Because when I see all those missing people in the newspaper,” I turned to her. “I know it is because of me, and I cannot anymore, Nicole.” I tried to walk away, but she quickly grabbed my arm. Her face was serious and her blonde hair blew in the quick breeze, her blue eyes gleaming and staring me down…hard.
“It wasn’t just you, Harper. It was all of us; the whole pack. Don’t upbraid yourself.
“I haven’t eaten.”
“Then, have your snack. Be at the alley for ten.”
I yanked my arm away. “Nicole, I’m not going to anymore.” I left without another word. I knew what was going to happen and I had to stop it.
As soon as I got home, I conjured up a plan to stop my friends before they actually hunt this innocent guy and kill him. I needed my strength to make them stop, even if they would **** me. I only had about three hours left and still no decent map out of what I was going to do. I yelled into my pillow. Why could I not do this? At that moment my cell rang. It was Chase. I couldn’t answer it, not when I was in the middle of trying to do the right thing. But I didn’t hesitate to pick it up the second time he called.
“Finally, I got to you,” he said. It sounded like he was out of breath.
“What do you want?” I asked, putting down my pen and rereading my sentences in my notebook.
“What I was trying to ask you was, are you okay?”
“Huh?” I was confused. “What do you mean, Chase?”
“I mean what I asked. You never talk, you just don’t seem okay.”
“I’m fine. I do talk, just not to you. What are you trying to imply?”
“Nothing, I’m not trying to offend you. I just wanted to know, since you were out so late yesterday.”
“You were too. What were you doing? Coming back from Susan’s bedroom? Look, I don’t need you watching after me like I’m some little kid, okay?” I was getting irritated. Having people treat me like I’m five or having someone force me to go to the alley at ten. I was not a little girl anymore! I can handle myself!
“Yeah.” There was a long pause. “I’ll leave you alone. Bye, Harper.”
I sighed and looked at the clock. Two and a half hours left. And still no plan.

Fifteen minutes left.
Fifteen minutes left. I have got to be kidding myself. There is no way in hell I could come up with some brilliant scheme to help this guy. I needed to get there quick. But he couldn’t know who I was. I couldn’t shape shift into the wolf form yet, because I wasn’t fully trained yet. I grabbed a black long sleeve turtleneck and some slim skinny dark washed jeans (of course with black converse). I pulled my hair into a ponytail and made sure I didn’t look like the girl he saw earlier, then suspicion would lead, and then doom for all of us.
I ran all the way to the alley without any traffic. Not a lot of jaywalkers today in Manhattan, which was uncommon. But I didn’t care; I needed to get there fast. I saw Nicole and her group already watching out for him. He needed to take an opposite direction.

Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
Ride it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in the sunbeam
Ride it on out like you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long babe, you can’t go wrong

Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead
Say a few spells and baby there you go
Take a black cat, sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you’ll know all you know, ah

Wear a tall hat like a druid in the old days
Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown
Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long babe, you can’t go wrong
Da da di di da
Da da di di da
Da da di di di da

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9rFoPyqFoA

I mean the tall, blonde and blue-eyed girls with their slim physique? I mean NATURAL blondes; and not artificial ones.

Where could someone find a large percentage of these ***** in America? Is it Minnesota or Virginia…or where??

Stipty Honey Lips
“Carrot is a *****!” called little miss muffet. And she soared into the heavens above not looking back once, knowing her destiny was fulfilled. She smiled thinking of what others would think. Everyone loved carrot. But her? hell no!!They were lovers,were they not, and she caught him with ms. Brussel Sprout!They both were doing u know what. She was hurt. Hurt enough to kill, but she did not dare or she would be sent to cabbage patch- the jail for all veggies and fruit in the land. She would leave Tomato Potato- the land in which she lived. She packed 2 loaves of butternut squabba,( indeed her friend was Butternut Squash, but she needed something that would not spoil and that would taste delicious. Yes, im afraid she did kill her. And easy death it was. She just stuck her little thingy into her soft flesh and she was dead, sweet creamy juice leaking out.) 1 pan of smammadamma( a juice of rare entities), and 3 whole sockets of flubba butter gum. It was the best in the land, raised from the rich dirt that covered Tomato Potato. She would indeed have use for it. The flavor was soo rich, one piece could last for 24 hours. And the flavor would never blottle. Her destination? Stipty Honey Lips, the land of soft, pink rolling hills, where a small drop of mystery clung to the roof and a huge slide ended the hills. Little miss muffet was excited. She soared gracefully through the lands, never stopping for the occational earth worm. They all of course begged her for some of the flubba butter gum, but she insisted she would need all of it for her trechourous journey. Finally a huge,tall object came into the distance. Stipty Honey Lips!! Joy arose in Little ms. Muffet. She twirled round and round, arms in the air. “Hallelujah!” she cried in happiness. She ran with all might to the distant land. She arrived there, 24 hours later. She did not notice how long it took, for her happiness was great.A problem arose. A soft squishy wall. She had to climb it, but how? But little did she know a lift floated nearby. She did not see this of course. But luckily she had brought picks made out of earthworm guts. They were flexible and soft, but strong. She stuck one pick into the wall and than the other. She wrapped a rope of roots around her middle. And she climbed the wall. And climbed. And climbed. It took her days, but she did not notice. She arrived at the top, an exausted smile on her face. An amazing sight awaited her. Beautiful caynons of pink. Rolling hills of softness. And what were the peculiar little bumps on them? she stepped onto one and it squished down and came back up. What fun! Little ms.muffet jumped and jumped on them for what seemed like hours. The whole place was paradise. Never cold. A warm breeze came now and than. Her neighbors were absolutely darling! Everyone with a smile on their face and laughing, inviting her into their grand homes for meals. She got her own cozy cottage. He bed was absolutely marvolous. She fell asleep the instant her head touched the pillow… Little ms.muffet slowly opened her eyes,smile on her face, wondering what the day would bring. Her smile became a confused frown. She was not in her cottage. She wasnt even in Stipty Honey Lips!!! She was back home, Artichoke next to her, his sick breath wafting down onto her. ” what the hell?!!” He opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face. ” hey babe” he said,” We had a good ol’e rough time last night” Little ms. muffet looked under the covers. She was naked, and he was too!!!! ” how did i get here?!!” She practically screamed. ” We were dancing and you asked if you could go home with me” he said a confused frown on his face. ” this isnt real!!!” Little ms muffet screamed and ran from the house not looking back once. Artichoke ran after. ” What are you doing?!!! Whats wrong?!!” He didnt botther with putting clothes on…. What do you think will happen next?

( I make stupid nonsense stories all the time!=) )

Mountains
I dream of the mountains
And with my mind’s eye I see
The sky etched in snow.
It falls so gently, so softly
And strikes the hills with a sigh
Like a newborn babe’s.
The trees stand tall and proud
Throwing faint shadows upon
The silk-like ice which flows across the land.
Animals creep in and out
Of the wooded areas like shy, careful ghosts
And the mountain sleeps until the spring.

I recently got married to my high school boyfriend (known each other 12 years) and I can’t think of a good pet name for him. I don’t want to call him hubby, sweety, hon, ****…the usual. Any ideas? Points to work with…tall, black sheep of his family, paramedic/firefighter, into extreme sports, survivalist nut..I can’t come up with a good one that will stick!