I found it, in the closet, b-e-h-i-n-d my shoes…?…who put it there, I didnt. Have to admit I’m a very bad “finder”, “searcher” whatever you wanna call it.
But what the heck, I’m happy now and ready to go! *singing* “…Shaky shake that thing…” I hope she’ll like it, like me and my dance…me and my body, my teasing. Wish me luck!
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
If I can’t find the outfit I’m supposed to wear tonight in the next hour I will start crying. Seriously. I’ve been looking everywhere, the two bedrooms, my closet, livingroom, diningroom, the master bathroom. Even IN the shower, in my car and…IN the fucking oven. I can’t find it, I’m freaking out…
…right now!
GAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Help me, God! (I just, in this very second, turned christian, have to ask someone for help and my dead aunt once told me God is a good man. She told me that when I told her I’m gay…and then she fainted)
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
(I might have shown you this one before but…I like it and it will get another post from me)
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language today is the word “fuck“. It is the one magical word, just by its sound can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love. Fuck, as most words in the English language, takes its name from the German word “fricken,” which means “to strike.”
“Fuck” falls into many grammatical categories.
It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John).
It can be an active verb (John really fucks up) or a passive verb (Mary doesn’t really give a fuck), an adverb (Mary is
fucking interested in John), and a noun (Mary is a fine fuck).
It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful).
As you can see, there are not many words with the versatility of “fuck.”
Besides its sexual connotation, this lovely word can be used to describe many situations:
Fraud- I got fucked at the used car lot.
Dismay- Oh, fuck it!
Trouble- I guess I’m fucked now.
Aggression- Fuck you!
Passive- Fuck me.
Confusion- What the fuck?
Difficulty- I can’t understand this fucking business.
Despair- Fucked again.
Apathy- Who gives a fuck.
Incompetence- He’s all fucked up!
Laziness- He’s a fuck off.
Displeasure- What the fuck is going on here?
Ignorance- Fuck if I know.
Defiance- The fuck you can!
Lost- Where the fuck are we?
Authority- Shut the fuck up.
It can be used in descriptive anatomy – He’s really a fucking asshole.
It can be used to tell time – It’s five fucking thirty.
It can be used in business – How did I get this fucking job?
It can be a prediction – Oh, will I get fucked.
It can be maternal – as in “Mother Fucker.”
It can be nautical – Fuck the Admiral.
It can be political – Fuck Reagan.
It can open the door to wonderful relationships – “Let’s fuck.”
It can be used just to enhance the meaning of a word – as in “Beautifuckingful” or “Terfuckingific.”
The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses. How can anyone be offended when you say “Fuck”? Use it in your daily speech, it adds to your prestige.
Today, tell someone “FUCK YOU.”
SOME ADDED QUIPS:
Remember General Custer’s famous last word:
“Where did all those fucking Indians come from?”
Also, the last words of the mayor of Hiroshima:
“What the fuck was that?”
And finally, the immortal words of the captain of the Titanic:
“Full speed ahead and fuck the icebergs!”
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
I’m on MySpace but I don’t really get it. I can’t find anyone! It’s so messy…
I guess I have to tell my friends to look for me instead. My precious time, come on *haha*
The girl I met yesterday, her name is Jessica btw…she’ll be joining me at the gym today. That’s nice, my other friends here in Gothenburg are so damn lazy! I hope you read this. David, Martin, Malin, Andy, Patrik. YOU ARE SO DAMN LAZY! Get your lazy asses to the gym now, fatsos!
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
The D day today, or the L day if you want to. I’m going dirrrty.
(Nice guys, huh? 😉 One of them might be me. Which one? Or is it the same guy in all pics? All me? Or not?)
*giggle*
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
I look pretty, as good as it gets. The waxing is done and my brows are just perfect *kissing myself in the mirror*
The girlie I met…wow, what a girl!! Awesome, definitly my kind of girl! We got some bread, fruit, cheese and wine and sat down in a park in the city and had a very nice afternoon together. She’s so happy, witty and energetic, me like a lot.
And when had our little picnic I got a message from Fredrik;
“There you are, honey, turn around! So you’re going for girls now? Guess I did a good job, HAHAHA! Kiss her, Michel”
I turned around and there he was. I asked her if I could kiss her on the cheek and she said it’s okey. I did and got another message
“Hot. Sometimes you look straight, when you really try to, everything but your gay smile. I’m impressed. Huggies”
I laughed my butt off…poor girl didn’t get it at all, the look on her face. I had to tell her and show the messages so now she knows EVERYTHING about me and Fredrik 🙂
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
Stockholm Pride starts today. Pride is awesome and so is Stockholm. I soo wish I could be there, would love to. But I’ll have to stay here for the dance and doctor. Dammit!
A messy post, the last one, oh yes. I’m sorry about that. I’m on the phone AND writing at the same time, being a guy it’s hard, you know. 😀
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
Lap dance tomorrow and I’ll be busy all day. Waxing, the gym, out running, get my eyebrows done…have to look good and fit.
And then I’m supposed to have a cup of tea down town with a girlie. I don’t know her, met her at the club but she seems nice. It’s hard sometimes when I don’t know if a girl knows that I’m gay. Some people can tell right away but others are unknowing till I tell them or happen to tell them about a one night stand or something like that. I guess it’s cause I’m not a very queen gay guy, just a little queen every now and then…maybe…yes, definitly, sometimes.
And then I’m vain (Jane, me too, me too 😉) and in Sweden male vanity is equal to gay, so fucking stupid but that’s the way it is. I wax, do my brows, got all these lotions, facial, eyes and body and then my shopping habits, oh *haha*. I like to take care of myself and make sure I look my very best (why not?) and I’m sure I would even if I were straight.
Now I lost it…oh yes, I don’t know when to tell people about me being gay. If a girl is flirting and really trying I tell her right away that she better spend her precious time on someone else, fair enough right?! But when a girl is just being nice and sweet and wanna hang out I don’t. I mean, I love to hang out with girls and many of my friends are girls. And if I tell her “You know, I’m gay” she would probably think I’m stupid, “So what? I’m not flirting with you!”…that’s actually the most common reaction. So far so good, when they’re flirty I tell them right away and when they don’t, I don’t, simple as that. But then there are some girls, and this is not a one-time-thing, that I hang out with and we’re having a great time, being friends, and after a while I might tell her soemthing about my exboyfriend or whatever and she freaks out “You’re telling me NOW you’re gay?! And I thought we really had something going on!!” I hate those situations and I really feel like an ass. Did I really fool her? Did I flirt with her? When, I just tried to be nice?
It’s sometimes very hard to know if a girl is flirting or not because all girls are so different. Seems like some girls think it’s flirting to hang out and watch a movie. Weird. It scares me a bit. But at the same time I wanna be me when I spend time with girls and people in general. I might be physical, like I very often touch the persons arm when I talk to her/him and I always hug and kiss on the cheek when I meet someone I know. I like to be close and to hug my friends. I don’t want to stop doing that, it’s important to me, it’s me. Michelicious.
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
People say she’s lifeless, she’s uptight and she’s boring.
I only got one thing to say.
– She’s not.
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
My Michelicious behaviour 