fergie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- drama over pink shoes Message From --- G-Money
OMG, there was so much drama that night. After we left your place, a group of us went back over to Mr. Bernard's for a quick minute before heading out. There, his coworker puked all over the patio... it was not a pretty scene. Suddenly it was midnight. Stopped by Taco Bell on the way home where 4 guys almost kicked my ass, all because I was wearing pink shoes. Dunno what happened, some jerk started getting on my case about the pink Pumas I had on, so I pointed out the matching belt and told him to go fuck himself. I grabbed my food and ran! Never a dull moment...can't wait to party w/U this weekend, drama free? uh...doubt it! =w=
See ya this weekend honey. Love ya, G 4:44 p.m. - Jan. 28, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lost keys There are, of course, some things that don�t really need an introduction, such as this recent group email: Dear G-d, I�m an idiot. Keys have been missing since last night, tore up my apartment looking for them, finally went to bed but quite upset. No luck finding them this morning, discovered cell is locked in my car. Search hasn�t turned up a thing. Thought I had a spare car key, may be using it. I�ve lost a set of keys before, it was so long ago my �spare� isn�t good, building locks have since been changed...so, I�m basically trapped in my apartment at the moment, as roommate is unreachable. Please...help...have been a virtual prisoner in my apartment all day, need human contact...kitty is trying to play with my mind. =w= 12:06 a.m. - Jan. 26, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- thanks, from ben Message from --- Ben:
4:35 p.m. - Jan. 22, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirty Bri -- love him I was MIA the last few months of '03... it's so easy to get caught up in various projects that I forget people miss me when I'm not around. The WeHo crew sent out a search party and I was quickly back in full social swing.
--- Bri: 6:10 p.m. - Jan. 17, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- how-to dance People from all over the world ask me for advise on a variety of issues, naturally most of them involve sex & relationships. If you�re surprised to discover that someone would put faith in my judgment, imagine how I feel. Although it�s clearly against my nature, I resist the urge to bend the minds of those foolish enough to place trust in me. Turns out, I�m pretty good at telling people what to do. When Tim Tim expressed feelings of dissatisfaction with his local dating pool, I suggested he stop setting his standards quite so high. As it turns out, being in love isn�t so fucking great either. A boyfriend presents an entirely new series of equally dramatic and soul killing experiences. Mr. Right isn�t wondering aimlessly lost and lonely in the world, waiting to be found before he can finally exist. He�s a million guys any of us may meet in a lifetime, but not if the suitor-screening process filters out even the most remote romantic potential. The next guy you date doesn�t have to be impressive, or even that great. Spending weeks or months with someone you eventually break-up with isn't a waste of time; it�s a lesson to be learned. Not to mention the health benefits of getting laid regularly. A lifetime romance or a matter of hours, don�t knock time in the saddle. Even lame game is better than no play at all.
Meanwhile, I went out on Halloween with some friends. -- in the highly heated club (they want you to buy more drinks) I was wearing leather pants, which began to STICK to me. I couldn�t move after awhile. It was horribly uncomfortable. But I still danced as best I could just for the experience. All right, here's what pissed me off most. I have to damn myself for being unconfident. See, I�m thin, and most of the guys there had perfect gym built, steroid aided bodies. So, I was feeling like crap all night simply because of that comparison. After I come home, one of the built guys from the club messages me online, telling me I'm lucky because I'm cute and could have any guy I want, etc. I spent all night feeling like shit for no reason! I wish I could get over my imperfections and be brave enough to go for things! I had no idea that guy thought I was attractive at all. Bleh. What a bummer. Anyway, I wish you were in NY to dance with me! haha. It would've been fun. Minus the leather pants.
Though far from naturally, these men age and eventually look like the wrong end of a chemical experiment. Bloated bodies, skin worn and stretched, they�re left with no viable signs of facial expression. It�s freakish and sad, but serves as an important warning. You can look your best, but that should never mean trying to look like something else. I�m six-foot with a twenty-nine inch waist. Standing sideways, it would take five of me to block a doorway. I�ve been called "skinny" since I was a child. Mama Fergie cooked three solid meals a day, and our family time focused on physical activity. I�ve never been anything close to emaciated in my life. Thin, certainly. Svelte even. Not skinny. It used to offend, like the insult-opposite of being called "fat." Little guys are wimps, a commonly known fact of ignorance. Even those who compete in sports and realize smaller opponents are underrated still use size as a basis of comparison. It�s like any other stereotype or preconceived notion; unless you know firsthand - you don�t really know anything. A big guy might be a puss, a skinny kid can definitely kick ass, big dicks do grow on short people, and if the next dude you see naked has a below average unit it doesn't mean he can't fuck like a porn star. Even at sixteen, when I first started sneaking into gay clubs, I knew all men would be complete whores - forever - if they could get away with it. Though most profess attraction to a specific type, it doesn�t mean they�ll kick someone out of bed [generally speaking]. More to the point, I realized that long & lean must be someone�s type. If complete strangers perceived me as a "10" (even though likely under the influence of alcohol), then why couldn�t I see myself that way? Beauty is confidence. Confidence is power. I understand where you�re at with the boyfriend thing. I know how fortunate I�ve been to experience love in my life. The eight-piece set of emotional baggage I�ve acquired during the pursuit of various affairs, however, serves as a constant reminder that even the best things have a downside. I don�t mean to sound pessimistic, just honest. People think life is supposed to be effortlessly wonderful and every single day should be filled with rainbows. Total bullshit. Being happy takes effort, just like everything else. There�s no perfect day because perfection does not exist. Right! I need to sign-off before I start taking myself seriously. Save me a dance, beautiful. 10:20 p.m. - Jan. 08, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Glitter Queen gets grounded Glitter Queen gets grounded. Message from --- GlitterQueen Cell phone DOES NOT work--AT ALL-- from the new house (I'm so happy I pay for nationwide coverage....). So contact may be pretty much limited to emails and MSN Messenger, I can still use my phone when I'm out and bout though. Of course, any of you are welcome to call my home (before 11 pm eastern, Fergie, lol) Please do not share ANY of my personal contact information --namely with my mother or sister. Take care! 8:31 p.m. - Jan. 05, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- January-05 Like many, I'm starting '05 with a change. I'll be on semi-hiatus until sometime in February sorting things out. Until then, I�ve decided to clean out my old email accounts and share the most unbelievable but true tales with you, dear reader. Starting, of course, with the most recent and inspiration for the idea, slightly edited for privacy but completely unaltered in detail. Message from --- Boyscout:
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