Jul. 18th, 2006 | 04:55 pm
Happy, no.. : chipper
loved by taylor, yes.. : If Only -(black dog remix)-
Rating: R. maybe X. but definitely R.
Notes: a little bit more cut to the chase compared to my last story... but filthy none the less!
Jul. 9th, 2006 | 01:36 am
Happy, no.. : tired
Jun. 27th, 2006 | 12:26 am
Happy, no.. : horny
OMG. *sigh* so like, i spent the day binge shopping because this morning, my bitchy little cunt face of a sister said the N word. Yeah, i know what you are thinking.. that racist little KIKE! no no.. not the 'nigger' word.. the 'natalie' word. yeah, sick. i know. so, after i had three cups of coffee from starbucks, i went downtown and spent like, all my allowance on the *perfect* little purse. too bad it cost me like.. $624.78. yeah, gotta hide that little puppy from Daddy. Let's just hope he doesn't check his monthyl statements that closely.. HAHAHAHA. so anyway, back to the misery (not to quote anyone or anything! AHAHAHAH)
so i got home and watched like every single hanson related video on Youtube that i could find. i cried myself into a big puddle of sloppy Jessica. Sheesh. So, after I cleaned up a little bit, I snuck out and went over to Trevor's house and tapped on his window until he opened up. Now the thing that you must know about trevor is that he has Taylors cheek bones and nose to the tee, that is like, the only reason i fuck him.
Tonight was especially irritating, because like, Trevor would NOT shut up about Brian. and he would NOT let me put on the Hanson DVD. I mean, i can understand with Trevor being Brian's BFF, but come on! If i can't listen to taylor singing, what kind of orgasm is that? fuck. and he just would NOT shut the fuck up about Brian.. it was like.. the most irritating lay EVER.
so dear diary, here i sit.. completely frustrated sexually, and emotionally. a day from hell if you will please! anyway, I have *way* too much sexual tension, so i think i am going to write another filthy little number, just to please myself. . in more ways than one.
Jun. 26th, 2006 | 11:53 am
Happy, no.. : energetic
loved by taylor, yes.. : Smile ~ Hanson
1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a colour that I associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you
7a. I'll name a song/charactor/or holiday that makes me think of you, and why
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours cause thats the sort of person I am! :P
Jun. 25th, 2006 | 03:51 pm
Happy, no.. : cheerful
I've been so BAD! I know, I know.. I haven't updated at ALL! and I still HAVEN"T posted my fanfic chapters. But it has been extraordinarily busy around here, and I did have church today. I wore red underpants and sat watching my father speak, and a return missionary giving his talk. His name is craig, and he returned last week. I just sat there staring at him and watching his lips move, that it took every power in my body to not reach down and touch myself. caught Daddy giving me the look, so I stopped, and dropped my head in "prayer".
I bought a blazer yesterday that looks JUST like Taylors. You know.. the reddish/purpley one he has.. it's so hot! mine is black, but i still feel like I am in his skin when I wear it.
i *PROMISE* to put up those fanfics tomorrow. I swear I will.. but today is crazy busy, and I have more sunday duties to fufill. *sigh* anyway, i wrote another little filthy piece about the boys.. this isn't anything in particular to my fanfic novel, but just a nasty little piece that i was imagining the other day.
Jun. 22nd, 2006 | 12:38 am
Happy, no.. : bouncy
loved by taylor, yes.. : Here to Stay ~ New Order
I am thinking of creating a community for daughters of God escaping the patriarchical opression of their fathers and the male founders of our church, but still maintaining a love for God. OR something. fuck. with my luck, I would just get more harpie bitches.
So this afternoon, while I was getting my latte at starbucks (and yes, i always go to starbucks everyday because Taylor goes to starbucks everyday!), the guy at the register hit on me, and one thing led to another. so i waited around for about half an hour and got some doodles done (illustrations i am working on for one of the fanfics i did), and then we went out to his car and fucked like the losers we are. He wasn't great or anything, just needed to satisfy my insatiable urges that I had been having all damn morning. Poor Brian doesn't suspect a thing, which is probably a good thing, considering that I can only imagine what Daddy would do to me if he found out I was screwing random men and a few others. premarital sex is a sin my ass. you have to test drive the models first, DUH!.
Anyway, I promise to have up the first two chapters to that fanfic story I wrote tomorrow. Well, it is more like a fanfic novel, as I've got like.. sixty or so chapters, so I figure that two chapters and some illustrations a week is a good thing! *yay* for zaylor and girly baby making actions! Woo hoO!
Jun. 20th, 2006 | 07:30 am
Happy, no.. : relieved
loved by taylor, yes.. : The good times are killing me ~ Modest Mouse
Rating: R. maybe X. but definitely R.
Notes: This is my first Hanson fiction, and I worked really hard on it. My friend Lindsay helped me, after we decided that we couldn't find any Hanson stories that we hot enough for consumption, we wrote our own. so beware, some might consider this filthy, others might consider it to be a work of art.