Medusa's Envy: She Was Once A Sweet Ass Brunette!

Who's that fluffy bundle of love...

2008-07-07T09:40:00.004-04:00

It's PRINCESS YAY!

Here's Princess the dog - Matt Stone and Trey Parker's first ever cartoon.

Part 1 - PRINCESS Hears a Strange Noise:
http://www.spschat.com/Shocked/ep01.swf

Part 2 - PRINCESS Meets Officer Friendly:
http://www.spschat.com/Shocked/ep02.swf

Shocked--The Story Behind "Princess":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBXdytZymts&eurl=http://www.youtube.com/user/Princcceeesss

I remember one evening...

2008-07-05T15:46:00.000-04:00

When my hands went crawling up your thighs, under your shorts and you leaned back in the armchair.

I pulled down your shorts and boxers and you kicked out of them, exposed before me. You stroked my hair as I gently put your half aroused cock in my mouth, working it with my tongue, suckling gently.

You moaned and began to grow down my throat. I sucked harder, savoring every moment of it, wanting more. My nails lightly scratched up and down your thighs before massaging your boys gently.

You picked me up and carried me to your bed. My pussy began to drip as you walked to the bedroom. Once in bed, I placed myself on top of you and my mouth around your now rock-hard cock. I swirled my tongue around and sucked harder as you slowly began to push my head toward your pelvis, forcing yourself farther down my throat. I let out a moan, so happy to be sucking your thick cock.

You reached over and placed your hand between my legs, pushing my panties to one side. Your finger danced on my clit, played with my juices. You thrust your hips upwards, hitting the back of my throat with the tip of your cock. Mmmmm….I moaned again, I began to bob my head, sucking, gasping for air, deep throating you as far as I could… until the moment came that you released your cum into my mouth.

The worst 24 hrs of my life

2008-05-30T20:09:00.002-04:00

My father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's more than a year ago. There haven't been any major situations dealing with my dad, however that changed on Wednesday afternoon when he went for his usual afternoon walk and never came home. He was lost for over 8 hours! He left the house at 1:00 p.m. and was found at 8:30 p.m.

I alerted police, family and neighbours at 5:00 p.m., however it was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack!

A woman walking found my dad standing on the side walk by her home. His walking was unstable and when the woman approached my dad, he asked her if she could call a cab or bus to take him home.

We decided to have him taken to the hospital because we weren't sure if he had fallen and he looked dehydrated.

I checked him in at 9:30 p.m. Wednesday night and we came home at 4:00 p.m. on Thursday - 19 very long hours in the hospital with my Dad.

Today, he's back to his old self, and I'm burnt out.

I'm going to bed!

P.S. I am so proud of my family - they came through at a moments notice to help. One cop joked by asking if we were having a mercedes convention at my house with so many cars lined up on the street. Another cop said that a couple of my uncles looked... shady! LOL!

One Year Ago Today....

2008-05-06T12:15:00.001-04:00

Everything changed....Happy Anniversary to you.

About Your Comments...

2008-03-04T05:49:00.003-05:00

If you really think I take a sick joy out of ANY misfortune that you are going through, you are sadly mistaken!

I guess you really never knew me...

THE END!

2007-08-28T10:14:00.000-04:00

Note to Self

2007-08-26T09:32:00.000-04:00

Stop sticking my nose where it doesn't belong!!!!!!!!

What A Morning!

2007-08-17T09:43:00.000-04:00

At 7:45 a.m. I threw my Tim Hortons medium-size coffee at the guy in the next car to mine... his window was rolled down and the coffee spilled in his passenger side seat... I think I may have got him soaked as well! :)

Why??

He called me a F*%&^% WHORE!

I have no idea who this guy was, except for the fact that HE DESERVED IT!

I'll tell more later.

BTW, I'll be taking a different route to work next week! LOL!

EDIT: OK, as I mentioned above, I was on my way to work, bought my coffee and everything seemed fine on this Friday moring... until I reached the intersection of a certain side street I take to work in order to miss the morning traffic on Yonge St.

I noticed a woman with 2 small boys - one she was carrying in her arms, the other was about 4 or 5 yrs old and was hold his mothers hand while crossing the intersection. I approached the intersection and veered towards the bus stop so that I could make my right-hand turn. As I'm approaching, I can see the woman with the 2 kids walking across the intersection turned towards the man in a mini-van / SUV that was located in the right and saying "Thank you so much, Thank you again". However, I noticed she was saying it a sarcastic voice.

Whatever, right?

Ha!

Now my windows are half-way down, so when I stopped my car, I looked at who she was talking to and there is this youngish guy, slim - non-threatening looking, leaning over his arm-rest and yelling at her "That's right you fucking Whore, you're nothing but a Whore!"

The woman did not come out of his car, and I really doubt they knew each other...so I gave him that raised one eyebrow look... you know the one. He then yells at me... "Yah, you're a f*&^* Whore...!" he continued to say something else - but at that point I was pressing the button to lower my driver-side window and was reaching for my coffee cup with my right hand!

Well, in my true form - I threw the cup of coffee at his window that was 3/4 down, the cup kinda flips in and the top of the cup flips open and the coffee spills in his passenger side seat - and I'm pretty sure I got him as well!

I then turned right down the street and luckily for me, there were a few more cars in back of me that were making a right-hand turn as well. I then made a few more turns down different streets to ensure he didn't follow me. I made it safely to work, bought myself another coffee - however, my day was shot to hell!

Oh well, as everyone has told me - "good thing he didn't have a gun"!

When I'm in my car - I'm a fearless, 5' 1, 105 pound Italian girlie!

I WANT a TRUNK MONKEY!

10 Hot Chicks!

2007-07-25T05:13:00.000-04:00

From Elementary School to Now... we all turned out awesome!

Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli!

2007-07-05T14:55:00.000-04:00

Over the years, I've lost interest in watching and keeping up-to-date with The Sopranos, however, I can never get enough of watching Tony Soprano eating... I LOVE HOW THAT MAN EATS and shuffles his spaghetti around on his plate before he eats it!!

Last night I watched another "marathon" on TV of The Sopranos and ended up making Spaghetti al'oglio at midnight... damn it was good!

This just proves the fact...you can’t have a good mobster film without good food!

There Was a Time When...

2007-06-28T01:24:00.000-04:00

...you actually gave a shit about me, when you did show me even the littlest things that meant a lot! A time when you would give me your undivided attention, and not make excuses that you have to run and cut our conversation short because someone or something else had your attention. A time when you really DID know me! There was a time when I WAS IMPORTANT TO YOU! But, that was the first time around... this second time, you really didn't give a shit, you didn't even try to come see me at my home, never asked me "how are you?" and really mean it by not switching the conversation to about YOU!

Steph, I've been reading all the past emails you've sent me... from the beginning - starting from the invite to EB Greens over 4 years ago, and can clearly see over the hundreds of emails when you stopped thinking of me and where I started hanging onto merely threads.

You can't explain what happened... so I guess I must find out for myself.

Did you ever ask yourself why you kept me around for so long???

You haven't realized that I let you have an "open" relationship with me??? I knew you were denying being in a relationship with me over and over again, I knew you cheated on me... and I let it go, without much fuss until Sunday, May 6th!

Once again, you have past girlfriends that you once loved back in your life... and the circle continues for you, and you deleted me from Facebook and whatever else, as YOUR closure! There is no closure for me yet.... because I can't erase the past 4 years and feelings I have for you. I guess you can do so more easily, because it was over for you a long time ago... you just didn't care to tell me or it would haven taken too much effort on your part to do it.

BTW... you never returned my call on a Wednesday evening 3 weeks ago... I didn't leave a message, but I'm sure you saw my missed call at some point. You just can't be bothered with me!

Don't Stop Believing?

2007-06-12T23:31:00.000-04:00

I'll never stop believing in you!

But right now, I have to run away.

Ciao.

EDIT: I wish I could turn back time...

Too Cute!

2007-06-07T23:22:00.000-04:00

This past weekend, my 8 yr. old nephew was sent to his room and was told to read for the rest of the day as punishment because earlier he knocked over a planter with his bike and broke it.

Apparently, he could hear his friends playing outside, and of course - that would be torture for any kid. He cried and cried until finally he wrote a note and slipped it under the door to the hallway:

" Dear Mom and Dad, tomorrow I'm leaving.
Thank you for feeding me.
I love you.
Good bye
Michael"

I Want to be Laughing Again, Instead of Crying!

2007-05-31T02:49:00.000-04:00

How do you get over the feeling of being fucked-over? I placed him before myself, compromised myself, and gave everything I could give more than anyone else ever gave him... and all for what? It was All for LOVE.

How do you get over the hurt when nothing has been done to even remotely impress me that he is truly sorry? What's done is done - I can't change the past, however, all the times I've forgiven him, all the times that I have pushed away and ignored what happened and the constant lying - has come down upon me all at once.

I know he probably doesn't know what to say - and there's probably nothing to say.... however, what rings over and over in my head is what he DID say when I confronted him.

I just WANT/NEED answers...I think I'm having a nervous breakdown!

I've been having some interesting dreams: attending his funeral where I was the only one crying my eyes out and no one else, not even his family giving a shit about him - his friends and family are just standing there like statues; in the casket - he only has half a face and people questioning if that is really him and I'm pointing out that it is him - "don't you know him, don't you recognize him!" I kept on saying. The meaning of these dreams.... the death part - is a new birth for him, and the half face - because he's a 2 faced person - I identified the "other" side of him that no one else really knows about.... or... it's the urge I have to hit him in the face.

Funny, a month or so ago, he mentioned he had a weird dream that night - that he was "walking a tight rope." In reality, he really was! How prophetic!

I woke up tired and my eyes actually felt like I was crying all night.

Relaxing Vacation... NOT!

2007-05-23T10:35:00.000-04:00

I forced myself to take time off from work this week... I wanted/needed time to myself. Well, lets see:

I suddenly developed a rash over 50% of my body...so I have to visit my Dr. again this week and wait for over 1 hr in the waiting room.
My back is killing me.
Been constipated for weeks.. so my stomach is bothering me.
Been with my Dad to the car auto body shop because the back wheel almost came off on Saturday after he drove into a pot hole... and had to explain to him why they were charging him over $1400.00 to repair it, and last but not least....
I been going "flower" shopping with my mother for the past 3 mornings and have visited every f**king little Italian grocery store, Costco and plant nursery in the GTA, and she is still NOT FINISHED!

This is complete torture!!!

Driving myself into a brick wall sounds really good right now! Or, as my mother used to say to me... "drive me to the subway station so I can throw myself in front of the train!"

In the End...

2007-05-15T18:33:00.000-04:00

I was told that I "lead the Pig to the trough!"

I AM responsible for him cheating on me because I was pressuring him to tell me how he FEELS ABOUT ME after 4 1/2 years together!

What's even more disturbing is that he was more concerned about his mistress' feelings of being hurt and freaking out than my own!

So tomorrow...I have to go thru telling my doctor to test for ANY and EVERY possible STD including AIDS!!!

Did you really think the two of you would fuck with MY LIFE and I'd sit back and do NOTHING!?

THANK YOU for destroying me!

Ciao

2007-05-13T14:57:00.000-04:00

To you too....

I hoped it would have been different.

FIN.

Mr. Hindsight

2007-05-12T14:53:00.000-04:00

Mr. Hindsight, Bastard Extraordinaire!
(the following is "borrowed" from another blog... couldn't have said it any better!)

Ah, hindsight. What a dickhead, right? Personified, he’d be the guy that says “I told you so,” whilst guffawing at how absolutely idiotic you were for not taking cue or clue from all the instinct and logic you supposedly posses. He’s the guy that smiles wryly when you sob “I knew this would happen!”, as though he could’ve told you but just didn’t bother so he could experiment with how suicidally fucked-over you might get. He’s a smug, snide bastard of cuntish proportion.

He’s also a liar.

Someone made the comment to me, the other day; about how the good memories of a relationship can become utterly painful to think about, after you’ve had your heart minced slowly apart by the person that gave them to you. If you’ve had your heart minced apart by someone that gave you special memories, then perhaps you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, well, you know – sod off.

So what’s going on here? Why is that memory of him ... now such a painful thing to think about? What fucked it up? What in the name of Christendom is preventing you from enjoying that memory again? Is the human condition so unbelievably contradictory and illogical that you are fucked up with an inherency that is total and infinite?

Yes, yes it is. But that’s not why. It’s not even his fault. Sure, he took your soul and carved the little symbols of the Necronomicon into it with a red-hot, blunt bread-knife, but that’s a totally separate incident to him hugging you that way in bed. Why are you mingling the evil memories with the good ones? Why? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT?

Enter, Mr. Hindsight. Swinging a cane made from the thousand truths you hide from, doffing a hat made of mirrors, and grinning like a cunt. He’s the one that meshes the memories of good and bad. He’s the one that doesn’t let you think “we shared moments that were perfect”, instead making you think “we shared some moments that were perfect, and then he fucked it all up! How didn’t I see it coming!? He never loved me, and I fell for it – everything we ever did, ever said was a lie, with the break-up always on the horizon”. He taints the good memories with the bad, and not the other way around. And then he makes you think you’re stupid. And you bow humble at his cloven feet.

Not that all of us bow. Some have tamed his sharp eyesight and commentary. Some have stopped him meddling in memories and thoughts that don’t concern him. But not all of us. And when it comes to catastrophic heartbreak, he comes hurtling out of nowhere to aid your confusion and help you understand. Because when we’re fucked over, we automatically turn to him for help. Unfortunately, all the while, he’s just fucking us up even more.

Good memories are memories of things that were good at the time – so dwell on them as such, and without considering the massive fuckeries that happened after they happened.

If hindsight tries to come into play, try belting him in the fucking jugular. It won't stop him, but he really is a cunt.

What DO YOU Want From ME??

2007-05-11T06:20:00.000-04:00

Do not doubt how much this hurts!! I've ALWAYS BELIEVED in you and that one day you would stop lying to me. But you started looking for someone BETTER and it was NEVER ME! I understand that now!!! And I can't go on this merry-go-round again. The only reason you are around here is because you feel bad about what happened last Sunday... like you wrote - you refuse to feel love just sorrow when you hurt someone!

You have someone else that you've pursuing/pining for many years - you and ANNA have the same interests in work and I'm sure she'll get along with the way you are at play. She's the one you chose willingly! Go and be with her and FORGET ABOUT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You will always succeed in the business you choose to pursue... you HAVE already! Work has always been more important to you than anyone else... so i can see how Anna has always been in your heart. And to be honest - if it wasn't her - it would have been Teresa because you two worked together in that bar you had a while back.

We had nothing in common when it came to your work. I'm a city girl that tried to show you that I could belong where you are. At times I would ask if you needed help with stuff... just to show you that I can "work" with you... but you've always said that you didn't need any help or that you would do it yourself.

I couldn't help but call your Mom to tell her that it was over between us and to congratulate her on becoming a grandmother. In a way, I wished it was me, but ONLY if you really wanted it.

Good things do come to an end... and sadly, you made the decision to end it with me! But, to be honest, I know now you didn't love me - maybe as a friend but nothing more.

I wish with my whole heart that you did.

P.S. I can NEVER hate you, but ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

How Do You...

2007-05-09T02:08:00.000-04:00

Erase the images of him cheating on you, how do you erase the images of him acting like you were invisible in his bed, but treats her like a woman by touching and caressing and making her melt with pleasure with him inside her. That the last time he made "love" to me, he most likely had ANNA on his mind!

How do you erase the images constantly in your mind?

I've come to the conclusion that I'm the one who is emotionally retarded.

Being Honest

2007-03-29T18:46:00.000-04:00

If I died in your arms... would you stop lying to me?

It's MY Year...Year of the Boar!

2007-02-26T06:11:00.000-05:00

Intellectually curious, honest and tolerant, those born in the Year of the Pig can be relied upon for their loyalty and often make true friends for life.

Like the knights of old, Pigs are often highly regarded for their chilvary and pureness of heart, and will often sacrifice their own well-being for the greater good.

The Pig can be very naive, however, and may easily fall victim to the unscrupulous who take advantage of their idealistic nature - as Pigs see everyone as loyal and caring as they are. Although forced to play the fool many times, they will just as likely hold fast to the notion that everyone is at heart decent and admirable.

Stubbornly optimistic, the Pig will not tolerate those with well-meaning advice on how to be a Pig, but since they dislike quarreling and discord their anger usually cools quickly. Sometimes looked upon as a snob, the Pig just finds it right and natural to exhibit good manners whenever possible. Their main goal in life is in serving others, and no matter how difficult circumstances become the Pig will never waiver or retreat, forging ahead in the sure knowledge that all will be well.

Pig people love to read, are generally thirsty for knowledge, and not readily talkative, but if presented with an opportunity to discuss topics of interest with like-minded individuals Pigs may find themselves talking non-stop for hours!

People born in the Year of the Pig are trusted associates in whatever career they happen to choose.

I think it's going to snow...

2007-02-11T22:20:00.000-05:00

I’m tired and stressed. When I’m both of these things I can go from 0-tears in under 10 seconds. I was on the verge of them for the past few days. I want to be held while I have a good cry. I’ll even settle for just being held. I know neither of those things will happen. The next best thing is curling up under as many blankets as possible and watch a movie.

P.S. I use this blog to express shit that I'm too embarrassed to tell friends... my MANY happy times I tend to tell others, but not here so much... that's why this blog seems like such a downer!

And to top it all off, I made a complete fool of myself by telling him that that he DOES love me, that's why he's been with me for so long.... he really didn't agree with me.

That is all.

The Truth takes Time

2007-01-13T01:10:00.000-05:00

Lying awake pondering it and its validity in my life. What is truth? Is there even absolute truth? I know that truth for myself takes time to realize whatever the hell it is because I bury it in my own personal bullshit so I don’t have to think about it.

Truth, something when I was a staunch believer of christianity I preached, yet the analyst within me constantly questioned.

Truth, something I was running from constantly because the truth hurts. There is no grey area where truth is concerned, and yes, it does take time to reveal it, let alone to accept it.

I want the truth without having to always ask for it.

A picture is worth a thousand words!

2006-12-04T18:14:00.000-05:00

I concede!