<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518</id><updated>2009-12-22T09:50:54.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>avid curiosity</title><subtitle type='html'>thinking without a brain can have its moments</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-502194979567904119</id><published>2009-11-22T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:15:44.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>every rose has its thorn</title><content type='html'>i've been away mourning the loss of a very close friend...things have been hectic in general because of the impending thanksgiving holidays and family traditions, etc...but when i have those quiet moments and i am alone i feel that loss inside, raw and aching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it interesting that when you feel the most urgent need to talk to someone about the things you feel inside, no one is ever around?...you are the first to be called when people find themselves in a crisis or overwhelmed with life...i suppose that is the nature of being viewed as the strong, independent type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am inspired by this person's life...and death....to carry on a legacy of those things that this person believed in so much...but realistically i understand that i should not take it all in...else i will drown from my overflowing cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt a terrible sadness that plagues me right now...just one question: how far can someone bend before hearing that terrible crack indicating a break?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-502194979567904119?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-4924156110878815500</id><published>2009-11-06T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:35:52.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>threesome with bi-guy</title><content type='html'>well, not really lol...but lil cg, bi-guy, and i are chatting, drinking dirty navels (fuzzy navel with extra shot of vodka...:D)...been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone on google chat?...say hi (it says i am offline but i am really there...incognito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...this alcohol is making me flush...lil cg said..."you've got a royal flush!" referring to my flushed cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-4924156110878815500?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-727663370499690508</id><published>2009-11-03T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:40:36.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>educational attraction</title><content type='html'>recently, &lt;a href="http://www.thedateabledork.com/"&gt;DD &lt;/a&gt;(lol on the "double" d's) raised a bit of a ruckus with her &lt;a href="http://www.thedateabledork.com/2009/10/my-list-of-dating-requirements-version-20/"&gt;list of requirements regarding men&lt;/a&gt;...go read that FIRST before you read the rest of my post...go on!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest issue she raises is the emphasis on education and its attraction component...how attracted are we to people who are at least as intelligent as we are?...once in the bedroom, do you ask your partner..."hey, before you slip that condom over your cock, i need to know one thing...how many degrees do you have?"...probably not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's look at this a different way...the fact that a person has taken the time to do well in higher learning means something...depending on where you are in life...these issues tend to be more important with those under 40/45 for some reason...why is it that those that fall into older brackets do not see formal education as an attraction variable?...they seem to quickly ascertain a level of intelligence based on the ability to convey thoughts and are more attracted to those that have a better developed emotional intelligence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i apologize for my incoherent, rambling, i suddenly realize i am tired, tired, but i want to finish this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are some people more attracted to others who have "made the grade" even years and years after "making the grade" becomes irrelevant?...perhaps because we often associate education with intelligence and intelligence with ability and ability with potential...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, many of the great ideas do not come from those who did well in school...they come from those who did well at what they were passionate about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i support DD's efforts...she does not want to wait and find out if mr goodbar will be mr smartbar after several drinks and wasted time...she wants to know up front...do you have what i want between those ears?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, is it really any different than choosing a mate because of their ability to hunt well?...talk about bringing home the bacon...i can imagine our female cave woman rejecting a suitor because he couldnt hack it in nature and couldnt catch a fish to save his life (much less her own!)...and i can imagine our cave man rejecting a female suitor because she could not prepare the kill he brought to her for consumption later that evening...what the hell, woman?..i brought you a big cat!...make me dinner!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, not too different...of course, back then they probably didnt have Hunter and Gatherer School...but if they did, i bet DD would want the valedictorian of the class! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-727663370499690508?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/727663370499690508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=727663370499690508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/727663370499690508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/727663370499690508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/11/educational-attraction.html' title='educational attraction'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-8321830630754597334</id><published>2009-11-02T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:02:58.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why i dont want kids</title><content type='html'>top ten reasons why i dont want kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because little cg drives me bonkers and is the same as having a kid (she's lived with me forever it seems...okay, ten years isnt forever, but it sure feels like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so all ten reasons are the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all weekend long she boo hoos about things she should have taken care of and now she's in a pickle and needs me to swoop in and save the day...nothing serious, but to her it feels like its the end of the world...i have to tell her...the world will end...as soon as the semester is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love profs who think they are making a difference in the lives of their students by pushing them really hard and then they pride themselves when everyone struggles...because, you know, struggling students is a sign of a truly dedicated instructor!...cant wait for mnwhr to comment on THAT one lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night i get a call from musician...except no voice...instead it is a throng of voices...and then i hear "this next song is dedicated to someone special...she couldnt be here tonight but i wanted to sing something just for her....cg, this is for you!"...sounds great, right?...except, i didnt know the song...couldnt hear the words...nice and bluesy, but no clue what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the song ends and so does the call...how bizarre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sat night was good, tho...we went out in costume and enjoyed ourselves...i swear tho, if that damn woman sings "wind beneath my spleen" one more time...if i was a meaner person i'd throw tomatoes at her...if i was a nicer person i'd throw cotton balls...or un-used tampons...yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line of the night..."if i wasnt so damn drunk i'd buy you a cheap drink"...aww...really??...that is so sweet...if i wasnt so sober i might toss some ice down your pants...then laugh....hard...i will laugh...hard....i will laugh hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lame post...super tired...got a lot on my mind and i just need to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8321830630754597334?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8321830630754597334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=8321830630754597334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://curiositiesandmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/devaluation-of-american-children.html"&gt;the devaluation of american children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8877200436927274384?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8877200436927274384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=8877200436927274384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8877200436927274384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8877200436927274384'/><link 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overhead...and did i succeed?...of course not...i was wearing a dark pink top (which is NOT see-through)...however, once you become utterly drenched, guess what happens?...yep, suddenly it's grossly obvious that i have on a black bra underneath because i hear co-workers say "i can see your black bra! it's so pretty!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh!...i feel the flames of mortification crawl under my skin and fan out all over my chest, neck, and face...i get the looks of "icantbelievesheswearingablackbrawithapinkshirt!"...bite me!...go fuck yourself while i laugh when you cant find your honey pot and you cry like a little baby because you cant get no satisfaction!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was a wee bit dramatic...anyhow...soaking wet, twisted back, and dreary day...yep...where is that glass of wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess a nice cup of hot tea will do...i have a lovely pomegranate tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm chilled from in and out of the rain today so my nipples are like hard rocks...just need to get cozy in bed and wave a hand to the rest of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-2253328009500005509?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/2253328009500005509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=2253328009500005509&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/2253328009500005509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/2253328009500005509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-i-have-glass-of-whine-please.html' title='may i have a glass of whine, please?'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-8426328399621204521</id><published>2009-10-25T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:51:36.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>undercover lovers report</title><content type='html'>title sounds exciting, huh?...actually this is just a quick listing of the searches people use to find this blog...check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sexy growling guys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your clit is huge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"porn curiosities"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"men make funny sounds when they cum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sexy woman make me crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there ya have it...the circuitous route people travel to this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are one of the ones that used those searches, i hope you found something interesting to read and if not then keep searching til ya find what you are looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder how people find their ways here...a curiosity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8426328399621204521?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8426328399621204521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-8840085600669778503</id><published>2009-10-25T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:59:15.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not as bad as last weekend</title><content type='html'>no, i didnt crawl to bed with my pants falling behind me...i did better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, once again we ran into the &lt;a href="http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-manic-monday.html"&gt;"bamas" &lt;/a&gt;(we do that every so often which is odd because they travel a lot and are extremely mobile)...they throw back their beers like the world is about to end and they want to imbibe as much bud light as they can...then they wonder "man, i must be tired i think i'm getting drunk"...hmm...could the fact that you have had 4 beers in the last 30 minutes be a contributing factor?...that and you just keep going at that pace?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but an interesting factoid emerged...another night little cg and i had gone out and met up with 2 of the 'bamas (i think there are like 4 or 5 of them? maybe?) and then towards the end of the night, one of them seemed to just take off and left the other one stranded (i wanna say that i blogged about this when it happened but i spent a few minutes looking for it and said fuck it, if you are that curious go do your own damn scavenger hunt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were pissed because we had to take his fucking ass home...he called his friend and his friend "supposedly" left and wasnt coming back for him...i say "supposedly" because the friend that left him was one of the 'bamas we ran into last night and his version of the story was a teeny bit different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his story: "he told me to leave that he was going home with ya'll...and now i hear that he made me to look like the bad guy!...he's a damn liar is what he is"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...interesting...but, we arent stupid girls...we dont always make the smartest choices, but we are not THAT stupid and we just took that other guy home that night...oh, he asked lil cg if he could come home and she said "hell no! we'll take you home and drop you off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, what a night...football, friends, and OB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8840085600669778503?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8840085600669778503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=8840085600669778503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8840085600669778503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8840085600669778503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-as-bad-as-last-weekend.html' title='not as bad as last weekend'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-6574046421237395864</id><published>2009-10-23T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:53:44.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the female hormones</title><content type='html'>i was feelin' frisky but oddly sad and whiny...fuck, it's hard being a female with raging hormones...it's like a woman's body is a playground and all her hormones are all these problem kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over in the corner is Sad Sally...yeah, she cries all the time and doesnt know why...poor Sally...she wants to smile and stop crying but when anyone asks her if she's okay she just throws herself to the ground and boo hoos like a big fat baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the swings are the twins...Temper and Tantrum...oh, they are cute and cuddly, but beware...they BITE!...you even THINK about saying no or stop and they will scream, yell, kick, scratch, and claw their way out of the word "no"....dont believe me?...go ahead...just say "hi" and see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing at the steps to the slide is Pensive Polly....she overthinks so much that by the time she decides to actually take a step up the slide she's forgotten why the fuck she wanted to get up the slide in the first place, after all what's so fun about sliding on your ass??...she should have just gone to take a nap...no one understands her anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying on the picnic table is Dozing Darlene...Darlene just needs a little nappy wappy to make herself feel better...she doesnt understand it because she gets plenty of sleep the night before, but sometimes she gets sooo incredibly exhausted that her eyes begin to close and before she knows it she is fast asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hiding underneath the picnic table is Munching Maria...damn that girl can eat!...she munches and crunches and munches and crunches...then she talks to Sad Sally about it and they cry together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humping the horse on the carousel is Horny Helen...she just cant get enough (know the song??)...but she only wants it when she wants it...doesnt make sense but sometimes she's super horny and wants it BAD...then suddenly...she doesnt want it anymore...she learned it was easier to just invest in a few "accessories" so that she can attend to her needs when SHE feels like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, off to the side in her EMO-tastic ensemble is Angry Arneth (wouldn't you be angry if you were named Arneth??...and if you are...um...i'm sorry i used your name...it's really quite unique!)...she is angry, vicious, and sneaky...she will cut you up into teensy weensy widdle pieces before you know it!...it's always your fault, just remember that when you deal with Arneth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you've met the crew, just remember...they have LOTS of friends....they will cut a bitch without thinking twice...and then cry about it over a junk food festival before fucking some guy they may or may not know...then fall asleep and do it all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-6574046421237395864?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6574046421237395864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=6574046421237395864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/6574046421237395864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/6574046421237395864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-female-hormones.html' title='meet the female hormones'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-6158372860183820606</id><published>2009-10-22T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:49:55.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hibernation is over</title><content type='html'>evidently i was in hibernation over the summer since i didnt blog...and looks like some people are gone...*sighs*...ah well...i hadnt intended to leave for so long but after a while a few days turns into a few weeks and then a few months and then the "where are you??" questions pop up from here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are a couple of you that still check here every so often so...here i am!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a personal side...i have been helping a friend who is very very ill...we knew she was ill but things are winding down rapidly...it's been hard because it brings back memories of my father since it is getting closer to that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i went out last weekend for the first time in months...seriously...i was so drunk i had to CRAWL to bed with my pants falling off me as i stumbled like a toddler to my room...you know you have had waay too much to drink the night before when you wake up to pee and realize...hey, why does my pee sound funny??...oh...yeah...because sometime in the night i dropped the entire roll of TOILET PAPER into the toilet...dont ask...see..this is why i love you...because i can share such moments of damn-that-was-stupid and you wont hate me or call me terrible names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny part about going out that night...the bartenders were asking us..where have you been?...we thought you'd moved away??...yep...that's right...they missed us!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was taking my first shot of the night when my throat closed up and i thought...how do you swallow again??...you laugh, but it's true! ...i nearly gagged on it at first....way out of practice i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little cg was mortified when i talked about my dildo and how i didnt like the smell of it..."i dont want to know you have those things!"....um...yeah...this coming from the girl who tells me "it wasnt very big but he knew how to use it!"...or..."this one time we were having sex and we fell off the bed"...but heaven help her if i mention anything sexually related regarding myself...but, i do keep that part pretty private and always have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still...kinda funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other funny news...bi-guy needs a couple of new toys evidently because his MELTED together in some funky chemical reaction...hehehehe...i told him i would post it on here....he says he's kinda disappointed because he's really been experimenting with it and enjoys it....when he's in the mood for a good prostate tickle ;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is well...the only ones i've really heard from at all have been aneris and merlin/nimue from petitemorte...ta-ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-6158372860183820606?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/6158372860183820606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=6158372860183820606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/6158372860183820606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/6158372860183820606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/10/hibernation-is-over.html' title='hibernation is over'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-8469116641598381846</id><published>2009-06-19T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:26:28.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>away, away</title><content type='html'>i will be tweeting whilst i am away on my little road trip...so keep your peepers there because i will send pics as well (no, not of me)...let's see how many of you can figure out the path i am traveling this week!...good luck...wish i could think of some good prizes for those who guess well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8469116641598381846?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8469116641598381846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=8469116641598381846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8469116641598381846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8469116641598381846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/06/away-away.html' title='away, away'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-1129212277921468381</id><published>2009-06-13T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:59:51.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what if?</title><content type='html'>have you ever had those moments of "what if"...not regret...because to regret something is to wish you had done it differently...i dont necessarily wish that..i just wonder at the probabilities more than anything...in a mathematical sense ...if that makes sense, even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i prepare for this time away, i have been cleaning things out (i dont like leaving with things not in order) and i found them...a stack of cds...with his handwriting on them...we were so innocent...young and naive...he was so fragile...he brought out something soft and gentle in me...he never pushed or became angry...there was an eagerness to please me inside of him and he was never afraid or ashamed to show it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to the songs he chose for me to listen to...he was an avid musician (drummer) and he shared that world with me...the songs i hear...will always remind me of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i love him still?...i love what once was...i love what i became in that time...and i ponder the reasons why i have not been as such since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if things had gone differently and i had let it happen...but...things happen for a reason...or not...i remember, though, that he took up so much of my energy...he had experienced drug use and alcohol abuse and it had taken a serious toll on him...his parents had little expectations of him except that he live comfortably...a comfort they willingly provided...and would have extended to me...except that it wasnt right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont misunderstand me..i am not pining over a lost love...i am remembering an old friend...because we were friends first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-1129212277921468381?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1129212277921468381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=1129212277921468381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/1129212277921468381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/1129212277921468381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if.html' title='what if?'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-4910878572611977161</id><published>2009-06-04T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:04:58.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twittering is like...</title><content type='html'>getting fucked over and over...only your pussy never says "ENOUGH!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had to post some tweets so you can see why i havent been blogging lately as much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a having a great big conversation using lots of post it notes all over the place so that people can see what you are saying and stalk the person you are saying it to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/IsabellaSnow" class="screen-name" title="Isabella Snow"&gt;IsabellaSnow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Why do so many men state how many kids they have in their Twitter bio? And why are so many women willing to have 6 or 7 kids?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/isabellasnow"&gt;isabellasnow&lt;/a&gt; at 6 or 7 kids, you are a new classification of mother.. called sheep herder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/IsabellaSnow" class="screen-name" title="Isabella Snow"&gt;IsabellaSnow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Someone has just found my blog by googling *dildo made of snow* Am thinking you'd have to be quick if you wanted to O with one of those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity" class="screen-name" title="curiousgirl"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/IsabellaSnow"&gt;IsabellaSnow&lt;/a&gt; dildo made of snow...like a dick-sicle??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity" class="screen-name" title="curiousgirl"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt; hell, why close your fucking legs...leave'em open and lubed so you can spit'em out faster..baby rocket launcher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt; It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye from a projectile silver bullet! Eye protection.. be prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;.. ohhh were you talking about babies? I was thinking sex toys... imagine that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Thinking about projectile sex toys now... wonder what a suicide bomber would do if you threw a dildo at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity" class="screen-name" title="curiousgirl"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt; he'd say..."i'm cumming! i'm cumming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity" class="screen-name" title="curiousgirl"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;projectile sex toys ...the latest in extreme fetishes..dont forget to do your kegels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;.. i thought he'd be saying.. "i'm blowing! I'm blowing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Projectile sex toys.. perhaps a new Olympic sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity" class="screen-name" title="curiousgirl"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt; lmao...this conversation is in serious need of a drink or two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;... a drink..coochie pop? or cum honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/avidcuriosity" class="screen-name" title="curiousgirl"&gt;avidcuriosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt; a jizz spritzer...or perhaps some pussy punch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ryleigh_Thorne" class="screen-name" title="Ryleigh_Thorne"&gt;Ryleigh_Thorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Note to self.... need to create an alcoholic beverage that tastes like pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt sad when i use my tweets to form a blog post??...in other news, i will be out of town in a couple of weeks for a about a week and a half...i wont be blogging, but i will be tweeting!...i'll let ya know when i'll be gone so you can check out the tweets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse you, comfy, for turning me to the dark side of twitter...*runs away sobbing*...i am weak! so weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-4910878572611977161?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4910878572611977161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=4910878572611977161&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/4910878572611977161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/4910878572611977161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/06/twittering-is-like.html' title='twittering is like...'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-5799174331456600745</id><published>2009-05-31T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:20:24.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shits and giggles (not literally)</title><content type='html'>it feels like its been forever since i've posted here, but i guess i've gone much longer in between posts...anyhow, the other night we went out and were having a few drinks when up come two guys we'd met before..like a year ago at a completely different place...weird...one of them had this little crush on little cg but she'd blown him off because he was too shy for her taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear...southern men are a totally different breed...they literally said "we were raised that women should not have to pay for anything when you take them out"...um, great, but we were sitting at the table first...you two came and sat down after....anyhow, it isnt something that is unique, that's just how it is here, i suppose...but they just kept going on and on and on about how women are so special, blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were such gentlemen...one guy just drove off without his friend!...we had to drive his ass back to his home...we waited while he called his friend and the look of utter stupefaction on his face was priceless..."dude, uh, where'dja go?...ah'm shtandin' here an' ah dont see yer truck"...yes, say it out loud because he did speak that way...actually, it's kinda cute...but not in the wee hours of the a. m. when you just want to go home and pass out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were these three scottish guys playing pools not far from where we were sitting and they had fabulous accents...but they were pretty pissed...they'd been drinking all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so fucking horny lately...fucking hormones...last night i came so hard i just passed out afterwards...everything turns me one...what sucks is that aunt flo is in town (if you dont want to know this shit, why read?)...anyhow, as comfy stated, i should just get "crazy"...believe me, i have...i'm just not that crazy about it...and its always like this...always...sometimes i have this vision of myself at 80 masturbating in a nursing home and the fucking attendants not letting me have my pleasure...fuck wads...i'll throw my cane at them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i am giving a shout out to ryleigh over at &lt;a href="http://blog.holyhells.com/"&gt;holy hells&lt;/a&gt;...i've been quietly stalking her and she only recently discovered it!...hehehe....please go check out her blog...she is fucking spaz-tastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mistress of this here blog, i hereby order all of you to go fuck someone or something (??)...seriously, when you masturbate...what images do you conjure up?...curious minds (especially this one!) want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-5799174331456600745?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5799174331456600745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=5799174331456600745&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/5799174331456600745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/5799174331456600745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/shits-and-giggles-not-literally.html' title='shits and giggles (not literally)'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-3310478866196391761</id><published>2009-05-23T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:03:46.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tough love</title><content type='html'>i was tough on little cg tonight...made her cry...didnt intend to...she said she just felt bad for not being in control of herself...eh, cry on, little girl, you'll get no sympathy from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i got some new underthings today...pretty lacy bras...they were the last of my "spring shopping spree"...well, almost...;)...but then i'll be good to go for a little while...do men go out and buy new things before going on a trip (whether small or big) like women do??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do so enjoy being a girl...*sighs*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-3310478866196391761?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3310478866196391761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=3310478866196391761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/3310478866196391761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/3310478866196391761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/tough-love.html' title='tough love'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-4906495862319690395</id><published>2009-05-21T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:18:04.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a sunshine day</title><content type='html'>funny how after a mudslide of a day, things look brighter and more optimistic...or maybe that is my naturally "hopeful" side...a friend recently said she almost called me while she and her bf were in the  middle of having sex...wowsa! (you know, i type that word but i have NEVER actually said since it sounds so...dorky..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ended up getting the best times to call me if they were so inclined during another evening of sexual play time...now i have this vision of an erotic adult play center where grown-ups can drop by a la mother's day out programs and run around gleefully like children naked, half-naked, fully clothed - whatever the desire may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting how a little thought jumps around taking shape and form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little play center would not be all dark and dimly lit...it would be bright with lots of natural light from windows...definitely lots of trees in the area...there would be computer rooms for easy access to various porn sites...small movie theater (with tissue holders and various lubes, etc)...a sauna...a gym area...massage rooms...rooms where couples can play but that will offer voyeurs the opportunity to watch through "false" mirrors (no clue what they are really called and i lack the energy to google it)...a ginormous kitchen with various foods for sex play...a few thematic rooms for role play activities...nothing too heavy with the themed rooms...that would be a different animal all together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt fun when we let our imaginations take flight?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-4906495862319690395?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/4906495862319690395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=4906495862319690395&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/4906495862319690395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/4906495862319690395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-sunshine-day.html' title='it&apos;s a sunshine day'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-8349851294368483363</id><published>2009-05-19T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:22:29.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the path to curiosity</title><content type='html'>here are a few of the recent paths people traversed to find this curious girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"teddy bear nose in vagina hump"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ftm masturbation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"curiosityporn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pretend i am a girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sexy masturbation story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite has to be the first one...because i did used to hump my teddy bear when i was a young girl..*sighs*...memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember we were driving on a family vacation somewhere...doesnt matter...anyhow...i must have been physically aroused for some reason...and i remember i was sitting there and moving my hips in slow circles so that my pussy would rub against the seam of my shorts...it was a such a good feeling, yet i knew that it was not for others to know...my sisters told me to sit still and asked me if i needed to use the bathroom...i said no, i was just tired of sitting still for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember how old i was...i had not started my period...so i must have been around ten or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that was around the time i started plucking my pubes out...lol...a story for another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8349851294368483363?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8349851294368483363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=8349851294368483363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8349851294368483363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8349851294368483363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/path-to-curiosity.html' title='the path to curiosity'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-1444541020070452325</id><published>2009-05-18T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:20:59.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how crazy is this??</title><content type='html'>tbk tweeted about this and i had to link it...&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,520524,00.html?test=latestnews"&gt;twins from two different fathers&lt;/a&gt;...crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-1444541020070452325?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1444541020070452325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=1444541020070452325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/1444541020070452325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/1444541020070452325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-crazy-is-this.html' title='how crazy is this??'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-145951658341373081</id><published>2009-05-18T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:17:35.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so silly</title><content type='html'>that last post was quite...er...well, it was something all right...i feel better today...and i feel rather silly for being emotional, but...it is what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ordered a new bag from dungaree dolly's and i am so excited...it feels like i've done nothing but go shopping lately, but it's been a while...i should be good to go for a while now...got some new bras from vs they should be here next week...yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fan-fucking-tastically gorgeous day today...i am so glad i work where i can have the doors and windows open on a pretty day like today...unfortunately, summer's is nearly here and those days will be far and few between until late fall!...summer in texas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually quite sleepy...but very aroused...dont you hate that feeling where you are tired and yet you cant sleep because of all the squirming you are doing as a result of certain pulsing and feeling of wetness?...did that last part make sense??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-145951658341373081?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/145951658341373081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=145951658341373081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/145951658341373081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/145951658341373081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-silly.html' title='so silly'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-1193764262004451249</id><published>2009-05-17T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:20:36.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you</title><content type='html'>when no one is there, suddenly i am your best friend...but then when you find other arrangements, how quickly i get replaced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you...you make me angry...fucking condescending attitude "aww, do you miss me?"...you know what?...yeah, i did...but now, why the fuck would i want to be around you...you've become such an obnoxious, pretentious little shit...always too good...and how well you know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always i make excuses for your behavior because i feel obligated...after all, i have practically raised you...given you everything...given you space to make mistakes...and helped you up after you've fallen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ever asked was a little time...but you cant even spare that, can you?...unless you've exhausted all your other avenues and then suddenly you cant wait to do something with me...you tell me "guess what??...i thought we could do this, or do that"...um..it doesnt work like that...or worse...after you say that then as an afterthought "i have a little free time before i have to go here or there"...i am supposed to be your fucking filler ??...eat shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i jealous?...not like you think...i was there first and always...and i dont expect to be first always...i understand that...i do expect a little courtesy...i mean...who the hell have you turned into??...you find fault with EVERYONE...and they know it...you are building quite the reputation for yourself as a snobby bitch...at least i'm not snobby...but damn, do you have to look down your nose at everything and everyone??...i would ask you who raised you...but i know i did not raise you to be like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, just sitting there with your arms crossed across your chest and those dramatic sighs like everything is such a fucking damned inconvenience for you...rude much??...i did not excuse your behavior...you looked a fool and everyone else saw it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even look at you, you make me so angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow the fuck up and learn some damned manners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-1193764262004451249?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1193764262004451249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=1193764262004451249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/1193764262004451249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/1193764262004451249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you.html' title='fuck you'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-8110847734577454278</id><published>2009-05-16T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:48:49.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memories and desire</title><content type='html'>today a friend of mine is having her bachelorette party...and, as per usual, instead of going, i have avoided this meeting and sent a card with spending money for a few drinks on me...we have been friends for years, but had had a disagreement that led to a major strain on our relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see her about a little over a year ago and things seemed okay...but i knew they would never be the same...things happen sometimes and i tend to let go a little quickly...attachment issues i suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, she is now getting married soon and i received an invite to her bach party...i remember how we used to talk about how i would plan it for her...girls being girls...because we have not spoken really since a year ago, i felt awkward going...i do not know her friends and although she said she really wanted me to be there "for old times' sake"...i made other plans and told her that unfortunately i could not attend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she received the card and money and thanked me...she was surprised i would do something like that, but she admitted that it did seem like something i would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also not going to the wedding...i would feel awkward there as well, but i also have something major at work that day (she is getting married on a friday about an hour or so away from where i am and there are conflicting scheduling glitches)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to have one helluva time...when i think about it, i realize i just want to remember those times and not have any awkward moments to mar them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also heard from a few other people from years and years ago...and heaven help me if they want to "get together and hang out!"...they are all married with children ages five and under...what the hell would we have to talk about??...they all do the terribly polite societal duties and volunteer at all the popular organizations...then they have ladies' lunches and set up play dates for their children so that their children can all be friends like we were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you married??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you have any children??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let's have lunch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes...they say it just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a phone call from a very horny soldier boy..."let me come over"...does he know any other lines??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have company, i tell him (okay, so the company is a five year old i am watching...lol)...he proceeds to have a series of orgasms (he'd been jerking off for a while, and wanted to call me when he came...how..sweet??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do i make you wet, baby?"...yeah, totally...didnt i tell you i dont like to be called "baby"??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he hasnt had sex in so long and cant find any women that want to fuck him...now this surprises me...he is pretty good looking and dresses very well...and he showers generous gifts on women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but war does strange things to people...it changes them...and he knows it...three tours have turned him into a combination of a old-young man...he feels old...older than his peers by years...and yet...he is emotionally still in his early twenties/late teens...yet on the verge of turning 30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked for a long time...he refuses to take the meds that were prescribed to him...i just do not have it in me to be supportive as a friend...but i also dont have the heart to tell him that...he knows that i consider him as a friend only, and he said he asks for no more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe deeply...in and out...breathe deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-8110847734577454278?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/8110847734577454278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=8110847734577454278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8110847734577454278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/8110847734577454278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/memories-and-desire.html' title='memories and desire'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-7219827894213023043</id><published>2009-05-15T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:07:14.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ask a curious girl - Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>since i've got a nice batch of questions, i figured i'd start off with five random questions that some of you emailed me...if you'd like to ask a question, shoot it this way via email and i'll do my best to get to' em as quick as i can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Does any emotional stress make you horny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hells yeah...i know with some people it makes their libido shift away from sexual arousal...i am the opposite...when i am stressed, i need release...i dont want to cuddle, i just want to get that tension ironed out...plus, it takes my mind off of whatever is clanging and banging around my noggin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Ever meet people from blog-world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog world?...not at this point...i do talk on the phone with a few blog-o-buddies...(aneris! icb, lol)...and i email with a few others...i have met a couple of people i met through the internet though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;#3 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What is the oldest person you have dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hmm...most have been somewhere within my age range...although i have never dated anyone younger...soldier boy doesnt count because we didnt exactly "date"...for some reason, though, i get along pretty well with older people in general...i have a few friends that are a good 20 years older and i enjoy their company...would i date anyone that much older?...i honestly dont know...that is a good question...i must deliberate on this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;#4 - Do you "flirt" with all of your readers, or just a select few?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;lol...i do my best to respond to just about all of the comments on here and sometimes i am "playful"...i think i have a special connection to a few of them, though...maybe one or two in particular...this question in interesting in that it did not specify anyone in particular...curious as to which person(s) the asker felt i was "flirting" with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;#5 - Do you have any toys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hmm...well, anything can be a toy, really ;)....but, yes, i do have one...there are a few others i would like to try as well, however...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;that's all for tonight, folks...until next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-7219827894213023043?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/7219827894213023043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=7219827894213023043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/7219827894213023043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/7219827894213023043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ask-curious-girl-q.html' title='ask a curious girl - Q &amp; A'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-3278581687075686397</id><published>2009-05-15T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:12:12.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cum-sicles??</title><content type='html'>would you eat 'em?...would you make'em??...check out &lt;a href="http://sex-talking.blogspot.com/"&gt;isabella snow's sex talk&lt;/a&gt;...i know some of ya'll out there would dive head first into something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-3278581687075686397?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/3278581687075686397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=3278581687075686397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/3278581687075686397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/3278581687075686397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/cum-sicles.html' title='cum-sicles??'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-5528033766324119840</id><published>2009-05-14T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:41:45.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>men make me crazy</title><content type='html'>and not in a good way...musician is about to make me pull my hair out...with his odd txts and phone calls...why the fuck call me if you are tired and going to bed...if you are calling to say "good night"...dont bother...that is one of the most ridiculous things people do..."oh, hi, how was your day, btw...i am tired and going to bed...just wanted to say hi before i hit the hay"...that is a pointless call...there is no conversational value to it...and please...dont try and get me to "ask" you to pay attention to me...because i wont do it...pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the middle of my pointless conversation with musician, angry boy calls...??...wtf???...and leaves me the funniest message...he tried to sound breathy and sexy as he said "hey...havent talked to you in a while...when are we going to get together again?.."...only women can sound sexy and breathy...men sound sexy when their voices get low and quiet...he sounded like he'd just run a few miles and was about to pass out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sucks is that in the middle of all this i am horny and irritable...irritable in general...like now...at this moment...tired as hell...but horny as all get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's friday!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-5528033766324119840?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/5528033766324119840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=5528033766324119840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/5528033766324119840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2015227223394194518/posts/default/5528033766324119840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-make-me-crazy.html' title='men make me crazy'/><author><name>curiousgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193207563739912887</uri><email>sunshinesrose@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14324783834003270568'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2015227223394194518.post-1144098482442031101</id><published>2009-05-12T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:42:30.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at work today</title><content type='html'>adrenaline was keeping me moving...lots of hustle and bustle at this time of year...felt this intense need for instant release...could i make it through the end of the day??...some time alone...felt so much moisture...went to the rest room...locked the door...my nipples were so swollen and hard...i twisted them between my fingers...another jolt between my legs...fuck it...i sat on the floor, leaned against the wall and spread my legs open...this wasnt about slow arousal...this was about finding that release....again...and again...and once more...i felt invigorated...alert...focused...i was ready to face the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2015227223394194518-1144098482442031101?l=avidcuriosity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avidcuriosity.blogspot.com/feeds/1144098482442031101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2015227223394194518&amp;postID=1144098482442031101&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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