Blog roll

alexa
andrea
ara
bunny
ciejei
dindin
gabby
gibbsy
giles
isnitan
queen leidy
shaynie
patwee
pamster
kathy
2 hot 2 handle
j
joyce
keech
lui
mela
pem
ro-anne
ronron
sir lito
tere

affliations

rice bowl journals

many thanks to

- photobucket
- blogskins

- blogger





Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Happy Third Anniversary to my blog!


The greeting is one month late because the first time I was officially online was June 25, 2002. Sue me, okay. I only realized it now.


As a tribute to the past, I’m reposting this one again. Heee-haw!


***



May 23, 2003



Bless me father, for I have sinned.


My last confession was five years ago. And my sins are as follows:


I’ve been having dirty thoughts about the guy I saw on TV.


From Mondays through Fridays I see him in a silly soap opera about a poor girl who studies in a supposedly exclusive school for the rich and the useless.


Now, father, this guy, he’s not an ordinary guy (Well if he was, will I feel this way?). If his character was real, his father will probably land the top spot in Forbes’ Richest Man in Asia list. He’s an arrogant, pompous, spoiled brat. He’s got a very short temper and violent nature. He doesn’t care one whit about world peace or that children are dying of hunger in Africa. He’s possessive. He’s clueless. He can’t get his idioms correctly, but he speaks four languages. He dances funny. And he’s always horny.


In short, he’s everything I want in a man.


Everyday, I want to literally enter the world of television so I can rip his clothes off and eff him silly. I mean it. I have this dream of taking him against his will. He would try to escape, of course. But I’ll prevail. And in the end he’ll surrender.


Then, that’s where more dirty thoughts come in. I can picture us making love, standing up, with all our clothes on, in a mall. And if I imagine hard enough, I can almost taste him.


These, and all the sins that I have forgotten, I ask for God’s forgiveness. May He also give me the strength to finally be free from this insanity.


Amen.