This is my writing site if you would like to take quizzes go to my other site Ryokothewarrior...
A LITTLE boy walks into his parents room and sees his mom on top of his dad bouncing up and down. The parents stop and the mom quickly dismounts, and hides herself under the covers. "What were you and daddy doing?" the boy asks his mom. "Well, your dad has a big tummy and sometimes I have to get on top of it to help flatten it," she explains. "You're wasting your time," says the little boy. "When you go shopping the lady next door gets on her knees and blows it back up!"
Still friends: Barbie & Ken split after 43 years
Obey my guardian The Flame
Monday, February 16, 2004
Barbie and Ken 'Split'
Feb 12, 1:04 PM EST
Just like J.Lo and Ben, the romance is over for Barbie and Ken.
After 43 years as one of the world's prettiest pairs, the perfect plastic couple is breaking up. The couple's "business manager," Russell Arons, vice president of marketing at Mattel, said that Barbie and Ken "feel it's time to spend some quality time ó apart."
"Like other celebrity couples, their Hollywood romance has come to an end," said Arons, who quickly added that the duo "will remain friends."
Arons denied that there was any truth to rumors that the breakup was linked to the Cali (as in California) Girl Barbie, arriving in stores now.
To better reflect her single status, Cali Barbie will wear board shorts and a bikini top, metal hoop earrings, and have a deeper tan.
This new style already has attracted a new admirer, Blaine the Australian boogie boarder.
Barbie ó the most popular fashion doll in the world, according to toy maker Mattel ó met Ken on the set of a TV commercial in 1961, and they have been inseparable ever since.
Arons hinted Wednesday that the separation may be partially because of Ken's reluctance to get married. All those bridal Barbie dolls in toy chests around the globe are really just examples of Barbie's wishful thinking, she explained.
Another possible factor is Barbie's career. The doll who was "born" Barbie Millicent Roberts in 1959 has been everything from a rock star to a military medic, and she's currently marketed in more than 150 countries. According to Mattel, every second, three Barbie dolls are sold somewhere in the world.
So where does that leave Ken? Said Arons: "He will head for other waves."
Now a word from me^__^: I knew it wouldn't last Ken was always trying to get into my pants what a perv.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Close to my heart
I kept you close to my heart where I thought you belonged hoping that one day I'd be near yours, but I never have or will, but for some odd reason I don't care. I thought I loved you ignoring all the signs that I didn't. You were just so sweet to me I thought thats where you belonged, near my heart. Now though since I thought I loved you I've ruined our friendship. I know I can't turn back time or anything, but I would still like your friendship if you would still like mine. I'm sorry for all the stupid things I said, but maybe they needed to be said.
We have our stupid fights just about every week now and I donít know why. I donít want to lose what we have, but Iím afraid Iím going to have to give it up. I hate it when we fight and all the things I tell you when we are I donít mean I just hope you donít mean the things you say to me when we are. I could never hurt you, you mean too much to me, but I feel Iím going to have to do so, so we can stop all this nonsense. I try as hard as I can to make it work, but I canít. We just keep drifting further and further apart and I canít stand it. What I really want is you near me and me in your arms. I try to figure out why this isnít working out for us and I think Iíve come up with the answer itís me trying to figure out what I want and trying to turn you into the perfect guy. The more I seem to do that the more you drift away from me. I donít try to do what I do, but I canít help it just like I canít help the feelings I have for you. Iíll try to stay away from you cause I know thatís what you really want, but it will be hard for me.
Friday, February 13, 2004
The Trickling Blood
As I watch the blood trickle down I wonder whatís wrong with me. As I watch the blood drop and splash into the water I wonder how I got this far. I look up at the ceiling as the blood flows out of me and into the water wondering if I made the right choice knowing I couldnít go back now. As I watch the tub fill up with blood I look at my wrist and start to cry knowing I would never see the people I love again. I look around the room feeling a little faint now. I look at the razor blade in my hand covered in blood and start to cry even harder. I try to remember what drove me to this. As I think back I remember all the bad times and how few there were good. I remember all my past loves and wonder if they are the reason I did this. I hear banging on the door I want to get up, but I canít get myself to get up to open the door. I smear my blood all over my arm thinking of how stupid I am. As my life flashes before my eyes I think of all the good times I had and smile with the tears in my eyes. I then stand up wanting to open the door for whoever is banging, but as soon as I get up I see all the blood dripping down my arms to down my hands to down my fingers to splashing in the water. I sit back down curled up rocking back and forth. I lay down in the bathtub thinking that I would never get to do the things I always wanted. I wash the blood off my arm so I can see my old scares. I start to have trouble breathing knowing this was it, that I made the wrong choice. I close my eyes knowing they would never open again. Letting myself fall asleep as I know these will be my last breaths of air. Then everything goes blank and the door is busted down as people start to cry as the see me floating in my own blood dead.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Inspired by the anime show InuYasha
I have realized I love you Iím not sure quite when I did , but I did and theirs nothing I can do to change that. I just wish you would feel the same way for me or maybe your just hiding your feelings Iím not sure, but I know this no matter what happens I will always be by your side whether or not you show your true feelings for me or not. You come to see me when I leave every once in awhile Iím not sure why, but you do and because of that I always come back even though your stubborn. I try my best not to fight with you, but I canít help it you get me so mad sometimes and Iím sure you feel the same way. There might be another girl in your life one whom you love, but no matter as long as your happy I can deal with it. I love you and will always be here for you even if I do run off sometimes because youíre being a jerk.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
I sit down sipping my drink as I pick up the razor blade. I put it to my wrist and go all the way down my arm I then do the same to the other. As I try to write my last words I see all my blood dripping every where. I then start to feel very weak and have to stop writing. I let my arms fall and let the blood drip to the floor. I then let myself fall to the floor curling up in a ball thinking, thinking about you and how I promised you I wouldnít do this as well as many others. I couldnít help it though and Iím sorry you will forget me everyone will. As I think more and more I convince myself it was the right thing to do no one will miss me or anything, but as I start to fade I realize I donít want to go yet. I try to get enough strength to reach for the phone to call you the one I love. When I get the phone I fall down because Iím too weak, as I finish dialing your number and then everything goes blank.
I here the phone ring I look at the caller id and see that it is you. I rush to the phone knowing something must be wrong, but when I answer the phone there is no answer. I start to shout your name hoping your ok. I hang up the phone and call back, but your line is busy. I get my coat and put it on as I run out to my car. As I drive as fast as I can I think about you our friendship how much it means to me and hoping you didnít do anything stupid. When I get to your house I bang on the door, but there is no answer I start to get even more worried now. I bust down the door and search for you, but I canít find you until I see that your bed room door is closed. I run to the door and open it and see you laying in a puddle of blood. I rush to you and pick you up as I start to cry. I start to hit the walls when I see something on your computer. As I read it I start to cry even more because it was addressed to me, but as I get to the end I see it isnít finished. The last words say I loved you with my whole heart and. Then that was it I pick up her phone and sit beside you putting your head in my lap not caring how much blood I get on me. I then realize I will never be the same and that I love you and I didnít want to lose you for anything.
Listening from the other room
I sit in the computer room listening to y'all fight once again. Hearing my mother cry as I start to wonder will one day I be like her, be begging for him to come back to me, to not leave me. I listen closely as I wait to hear more, but there is nothing I put my ear up against the wall trying to hear still there is nothing. I wait for a few more minutes hoping I hear something, but I don't. As I hear someone pick up the keys and walk out the door I wonder what happened. I walk out the room looking around, but it is to dark for me to see anything. As I start to walk to the kitchen light I trip over something. I then run to the light and turn it on to see what I tripped over. It was my mom laying on her stomach with her face in her own blood. I walk over to her to check her pulse, but there was nothing, no breath, no heart beat. I pick up the phone and start to dial 911, but the phone wasn't working. When I opened the front door I saw that his truck was still here. I ran to the kitchen to get a knife. I then run to my bed room and go in my closet hiding from him. I then hear someone walking threw the hall. As I start to shake I hear my bed room door open. As I knew what was coming I thought to myself I rather kill myself then be killed by the hands of him. I then take the knife and just as he is opening my closet door ram the knife threw my heart with a smile on my face.