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www.wickedgirlsthinkit.com is up and running and todays new post is there. Please reset your feeds and add the new site. By please I mean, Seriously PLEASE! Plus, the new site rocks!! It's much less busy background and overall sleek look is pretty sweet, so slide on over and let me know what you think. Even you lurkers, chime in and let me know........you can do it, I have Wicked strong faith in

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Well, the first and most obvious, we were both raised in Kentucky.We both are fairly certain to be brunettes.She is older than I am, but just barely.We are both members and staunch defenders of the far left side of the Democratic party. Active ones, I might add, not the quiet ones who just go vote and complain to friends about how other people don't fix things throughout the rest of the year.We

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Happy St Fucking Patrick's Day! Let us begin tonight's questions. I must say, I am verrrryyyy disappointed in my Wee wicked Ones, we have a mere 4 questions tonight. *sigh*Alas, I will answer them with Wicked candor........Wicked Question #1 Some friends of ours are trying to get us to go to a swing club with them and try out the lifestyle. Advice? Well, my dearest, so many thoughts dance through

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Being a modern woman pretty much wears me the fuck out sometimes. Can I just cook and clean for like, a week? Wear some heels and pearls and have dinner ready? Without doing the whole kids running 14 places and blogging and classes and taking care of my grandfather and did people get cancer in the day of the Cleavers? By the way, who nicknames their son after their vagina? WTF?? Isn't that a

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Ever overhear things, or people say things to you, in passing or during a conversation and you just want to take them out, you know, slip the knife out of your boot and slash their throat....just a little. Not kill them completely, just a little dead. Maybe, 3/4 of the way dead. That would be good. Kind of similar to those people who say they feel a "little bit pregnant." Because that shits

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We are gonna break it down on the real simple for you slow girls today. First let's make it clear, there is nothing wrong with having your fun. There is nothing wrong, in my opinion, and no, it is not fucking humble, with having multiple partners. As long as it is by choice, for fun and not reassurance of your own worth and done safely. With that said, there is a difference in that lifestyle

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Everyone has heard the phrase, someone complains, often validly, about something that has happened to them and the only response their audience can come up with is a brilliant, "Dude, life's a bitch". Nice, right. Just the kind of moral support someone going through hard times was seeking. Of course, if you are spilling your guts to a friend, you should really know that person well enough to know

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Why is it when you watch a porn video you see women with insanely large breasts and tiny waists, spindly legs, bare vaginas, lips that have usually been pumped full of collagen and nails entirely too long for anything other than, well, porn? But when you go to dinner with some friends and couples show up there are lots of normal women around the dining table. How did all these women, including

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I am the Friday featured guest on Toy With Me, a fun and fabulous site full of sex, laughs and reviews. Please do head over there and check it out. I am super excited, plus the piece is fairly entertaining, as well. Just click on the title of this post and you will be magically transported!!

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One of the questions from last night was "What do I want to be when I grow up?" Which I answered with complete candor, I fully believe we should all strive to retain a little bit of the child in us. The ability to be amazed by the world around us. Which, in essence was my answer to the anonymous questioner. Upon pondering the question during my downtime today, which I had a shit ton of, I

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Yes, whew, it IS still Wednesday!! Damn, this is cutting it close. Let's get down and dirrrrty. Errr, wrong position, I mean post, yeah, post is what I meant. :-) So, here we go with this week's questions:Are you wearing panties? Well, hello there, diving right in this week, aren't we. Yes, I am currently wearing panties anonymous questioner. But, if it is any consolation, they are very

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So the girls at Sex and Fries ( sexnfries.blogspot.com ) AKA Lizzy and Elle, are bored. We haven't had a truly good sex scandal since Tiger and let's face, even he wasn't really all that shocking or exciting for most of us. Really, an athlete was cheating on his model wife? *yawn* I mean, the guy walked around through life calling himself Tiger, for fuck's sake, who really didn't see this coming?

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Seriously, when I think it over, I ignore all of the warnings. I drive too fast. I smoke. I am not quietly acquiescent. I had reckless sex with multiple partners (which, while dangerous, was a helluva lot of fun and I highly recommend it, just not to my daughter *ahem*) I don't follow the rules. Yet, here I am, just typing away. Safe and sound. What the hell. Why does it work out that way? Good

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Wanted to give all of my beautiful darlings (that would be you) a quick heads up (that would be advance notice) that my technologically challenged ass is attempting to move this sweet little bitch of a blog to a wordpress format on my own little privately owned site, where, at the suggestion of others, I will sell my soul to "the man". Well, hell, better than the first suggestion, which was, as

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We all know them. Wicked girls simply aren't one of them. Take stock of yourself. A really hard look. No, really. Do you glance through the tabloids in the checkout line at the grocery, or do you excitedly buy it as soon as you see a new one? Do you just think it's horrible that John left Kate and took off with that other woman? Do you feel compelled to call friends and talk about it with your

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......this just isn't likely to be your dream guy.Is it about your age group? That was proposed to me earlier this week. That my inability to grasp the concept of falling in love with someone and dropping my real world life to go be with someone I have never met had more to do with my generational issue. The fact that I didn't have a Blackberry in my hand at age 12, access to an internet chat

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There has been discussion of my shoes here. There has been discussion of my shoes elsewhere. There have been questions regarding the effect of my shoes on my sex life. I have shared a poem and a sentimental tale of a gift given to me. I have shared a story written from me to a love of mine. I have even told a story of appearing in court without panties. I mean, hell, I've practically gone to

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Okay......when we left off, I had finished explaining to Idiot from the County Attorneys Office that yes, I would be there, but not at 3:30 and not to just load my mentally and physically unstable grandfather in my car for a "danger ride". Now for, as they say, the rest of the story.....I arrive at the courthouse and go directly to the county attorney's office. I had placed a couple of calls en

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Oh, you just know it's going to be good, after all, I always post at some insanely late hour(thank you Topomax induced insomnia) and here it is 9:05 on the East Coast. WTH could possibly warrant a post at this time of day from the Wicked One herself. Well, grab a cup of your favorite stuff, cover your keyboard with something water resistant and sit back, because I am about to tell a fucked up

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*drumroll please* We will get right to the questions.............What would be the best workplace perk? After 5 minutes of thought, yes, it really did take me that long, I have decided. It is definitely a bed in your office. No, it's a day off for every day worked. No, wait, damn, okay, maybe I didn't decide. We will hold this one over again until next week.What is the meaning of life? I pondered

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It's list time. Stop cheering. Calm down. I don't even know if I am that excited. Wow, I love that all of you get so enthusiastic. I really do. But, I just don't know how a girl is supposed to perform under this type of pressure. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm an exhibitionist at heart. I will be fine. So, tonight/today's list is of thing's I never want to see again. So many ways one could go with

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No, we aren't talking about virgins here. That's right, it's vagina talk. Men chase them because they need them. Women chase the perfection of them. So, let's dish about it all. Oh goody, you say, hell yeah, me too. Grab a glass of wine and let's give it a go. So, first off, let's begin with the compunction we women have to beautify that rarest of natural beauties. Oh yes, you know what I'm

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All of my life I have heard people spouting these pointless little platitudes, hell, I've been guilty of doing it myself. During a conversation with a good friend earlier today we were mocking one such old saying and afterwards I couldn't help but spend some time thinking about the ignorance behind so many of them. Fundamentally breaking them down in my weakened mental state. So, here we go.The

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No, seriously, I fell and hit my fucking head. So, to set the scene, joining friends and family for dinner at a nice restaurant last night. Gathered for a few pre-dinner drinks. I behaved myself and stuck to 2 very small, very slow paced glasses of wine.Arrived for dinner, I stuck with wine, (a super delicious Riesling, by the way, yuummmmyyy) had some bread, sipped slowly, enjoyed the company,

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As time flows through my fingers I wonder still when I will wake up and no longer feel the wonderment of your love surrounding me. Will the day come when I no longer feel the presence of your imprint inside my chest, there, on my heart, where I feel it will always be, maybe has always been, just waiting for you to find the proper place? Certainly this won't be the case, you are the embodiment of

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Oh, sure, there are more than seven, but let's think baby steps now, boys and girls. I like to break things down Barney style for ya' don't ya know, so we will take these nice and easy. I will skip the picture of the great purple one tonight, because, well, honestly, I just feel a little queasy and I don't feel like seeing his big purple ass. Let's get this rolling, shall we.....1)Jealousy- Oh,

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It's one of those night's where I just feel like looking at beautiful people. Ever have one of those. So, let me show you some of the people I find appealing. Not those stupid Maxim I Would Rape Her girls, or the People's Top 10 Sexiest Men Alive types. I don't think. No George Clooney or Brad Pitt on my list. I like my guys flawed, a little more real. I think Jennifer what's her name is pretty,

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Okay, I need some reassurance, here. Well, need is a rather strong word for it. I want some reassurance. No, that sounds wrong, too. I demand someone else bust down the fucking door and acknowledge that you can love your country and still not feel compelled to sit and watch this kind of shit.First, let me be clear about the video I pulled, it is not the Olympic performance, because the couple

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........is not a fucking morning person. I have insomnia in a major way. Let me break that down for you, that means, I stay up late, then I lay down, I think about ridiculous shit that will never happen, but if by some bizarre, mind bending chance it does, I am prepared bitches. NO FEAR!! If you come to derby and the aliens attack, just call me, I have it all worked out. Thank you to the makers

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As I write this post, they are auctioning the love letters, handwritten, of John F. Kennedy to Gunilla von Post. I read through them. I had to do it. I am a lover of all things Kennedy. Gunnila von PostActual photocopy of one of the letters being auctioned(no idea I was such a geek, huh? Only about hot former president's, I promise)He met her just before he married Jackie. Pursued her while he

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I admit freely from the jump that I began the downhill slide our conversation took this evening when friends came over. But WOW! Once it began, it was like an avalanche of the most unspeakably unpleasant things. I am Wicked, but I have boundaries people, oh my damn! Stop trying to force me to take upon myself mental images that no sexually adventurous, yet sane human being should ever be forced

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You have seen us...in restaurants, at work, in bars, while shopping. Are you one of us, or do you aspire to be? Do you look at us with disdain, or uncertainty? Are you a man who stands back and wonders, or are you a man who sees us and gets excited, or do we intimidate you? The Wicked stir many emotions. We are not unaware of this. We are merely unconcerned. You are not our focus. Part of the

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What's the most expedient way to cause my normally low blood pressure to reach what would be an average reading for most people, but is in fact high for me? State as fact a ridiculous double standard and then preach that double standard to a large number of brainless, sheeplike individuals who for no apparent reason other than your unproven, yet self proclaimed success hang on your every fucking

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At some point in my life I would wake in the morning and my face would light up at the white covering the ground. A snow day. I would anxiously run to the living room, flip on the television and stare intently until I confirmed that I had no school. Then rush back to bed. Under the covers, snug and thrilled. Now, it is a nuisance. Not the first time, the first snowfall of the year my daughter and

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Okay, let me just start out by saying, I don't like Jessica Simpson, she is, in my eyes, the equivalent of a sex doll. tits, ass, no brain, incapable of performing basic household functions, but she is there to fuck. She does however not get you laughed at when you show up at Christmas dinner with her. Well, not until after you leave....and even then, all the guys are going to wish they were

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I hate this game. I've played it on numerous occasions. It was a great game for me to play back when I was young and thought it was great to go from stone cold sober to passing out drunk in like ten minutes. Those days have been gone for a long time.The rules are painfully simple, you sit around with your drinks, in a group, best be a group you know well, or a group you will never see again. I

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Right, so all of this talk about the dreaded VD had me thinking about the best gifts I have ever received. I have gotten great ones. Tiffany jewelry, more Tiffany jewelry, a special made cake that looked exactly like a Tiffany box.......diamond rings, designer purses, vacations, the list goes on........but this is the one that always sticks out in my head far above all the rest. It is the one

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Seriously! No, seriously? A day in the life...............Preparing to walk into a building this morning, purse in one hand, briefcase in other, man in front of me........closes the door on me. I'm not saying he didn't hold it open for me here folks, no he actually closed the fucking door in my face! Which, somehow makes perfect sense to him when I point it out to him in the lobby when I see him

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This has been one of those days that makes me want to walk up to strangers and poke them somewhere painful, just to see their reaction.I see all of the hearts and love and diamonds and sentimental stuff everywhere and it's all very sweet and I wonder " how many millions of dollars are made off of making single people feel inadequate?".I don't even fall into that category, mind you. Not feeling

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Ever feel like you are on top of the fucking world? Oh yeah, all under control. Kids are doing exactly what you tell them. Significant other/spouse/gay best friend/cyber lover/imaginary pet is doing the dishes just like you asked. They were running a special on the chocolate vaginas you were ordering for your secret Hollywood crush. Your blog is getting bigtime traffic......well, okay, somebody

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Yes, we are going there. Why not? I'm feeling inspired. Actually, by a few different things that I have read and a few different conversations that I have had with quasi-friends lately. I say quasi-friends because it's those people who you aren't really close to, people you would never share anything more than the name of the store where you found the cute bag you're carrying. Yet, for some

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Mid-evening post. What is this? Yeah, this is me being snowed in and pissed the hell off about it. This is what my poor car looks like right now. Since it isn't exactly a 4-wheel drive, snow plow worthy, make it anywhere no matter what kind of vehicle, here I am. So, you get a bonus today. It also means I am in a bad mood.I was called a "sex blogger" recently. I'm not. I considered it for all of

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Did you see The Bachelor last night? Do I still have eyes in my head? Then obviously, no one in my home turned on the show where 20 or more desperate fucking women flaunted their bodies on national television, each trying to sleep with the same man, spending a grand total of probably 2 hours with him, then sobbing and declaring their love for him as he picks them off one by one until he narrows

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-22817948146662360832010-02-08T01:34:00.005-05:002010-02-10T01:13:03.626-05:00

Him:Why do you seem irritated? Me:Because I am.That is the end of the conversation. This makes sense. See, had the conversation continued, someone would have gotten stabbed/shot/murdered/raped/attacked by lions/thrown from moving vehicle/eaten by a shark.I hate people who don't know when enough is enough. If you push me too far I will hurt your feelings. I will usually sound the alarm first, or

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-17649567031862882042010-02-07T02:21:00.003-05:002010-02-10T01:11:10.423-05:00

Do you ever find yourself in an awkward situation, or one where perhaps you should feel awkward, but you can't help but just laugh? Hysterically. I sometimes react this way. Okay, I often react this way. Maybe it is my coping mechanism. No, let's face it, I just have no sympathy for certain types of people. For instance, people with poor taste. Well, specifically, people with taste that I deem to

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-8001403867350612082010-02-06T00:12:00.003-05:002010-02-10T01:09:16.732-05:00

Okay, first let me share with you how this post came into existence, sad as the case may be, you should just enjoy the pathetic workings of the inner Shawn. Last week, as the whole world knows, was doppleganger week on FB. (yes, I know, we high-minded bloggers are supposed to be above FB, but I don't bother with pretense, remember?)Turns out, none of us could figure out who I was supposed to look

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-17754733055147576402010-02-05T01:22:00.005-05:002010-02-05T02:21:43.668-05:00

I have no idea where the hell tonight's post is going to take us. Just strap yourself in and come along for the ride. I decided to have this damn blog, right? I decided I would write something every fucking day? (why the fuck did I do that? Chalk it up to newbie status, idiotic moment, Shawn's cocky syndrome, whatthefuckever) But tonight was the first night that I truly had no clue what the hell

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My life is in the toilet right now. Not like I'm having a bad day, kind of way. I am talking crawl in bed, self medicate and no one would blame me kind of shit here. But, hey, I'm the self proclaimed Wicked Girl, so that sort of stuff just won't fly for me. Instead, I did the next best thing. I went to textsfromlastnight.com and laughed until my stomach hurt. Then I called a friend who lives in

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Ok, the time has come, stand up, fists in the air, raise your voices as one, remind them we are here. Sometimes men should be seen and not heard. Sometimes they should be heard and not seen. Sometimes women should be neither seen nor heard. Follow me down the rabbit hole boys and girls............Tim Tebow Ok, I don't even want to get into the fact that MR Tebow is against a WOMAN's right to

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Those of you who follow me on twitter know that I took my son to a concert yesterday. You might also have caught onto the fact that I wasn't overly excited about it. But, as adults, sometimes we just have to do things we really don't wanna......Once I realized I really did have to suck it up and drive the 2+ hours to see the concert, I knew I also had to put my game face on and make it enjoyable

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I love lists. I make lists all the time. There are lists all over my house. Why are they just scattered about, you ask? Because I never remember to take them with me. So, this is a list I will always remember, because it will be right here. Not to mention, I have no doubt sometime this summer I will run into Drew at the ball park and he will say "Good idea about the stripper pole" and I will

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-20689927109652329802010-01-31T10:07:00.003-05:002010-01-31T11:55:08.912-05:00

Strip off your accouterments and stand naked before yourself. *ahem* I meant that figuratively, not literally. I mean, you can break it down to the body issues you may or may not have as well, but those are so last decade and so fucking superficial, I was hoping you would be a little more high minded than that today.In your 20's? If so, you probably don't have the job of your dreams, but that's

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-52562844519237174312010-01-30T02:32:00.003-05:002010-01-30T03:40:07.247-05:00

I always wait until the end of the night to write. It's me time. It's when all the events of the day have finally had time to stew in my seedy little mind. It's the time when everyone else in the house has gone their merry little way. Tonight, it's the time when I find myself sitting here going, "What a fucked up week!". I had an email through the blog this week from a lurker who wanted to point

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Is it youth? Lack of confidence? Fear? When I look back at relationships from my youth I can remember being jealous, but I definitely outgrew it. I can accept youthful jealousy. It's grown ass women and men displaying all out jealousy that I can't grasp. I truly don't understand it. So, let us dissect it. Pick it apart and try to rectify it, if possible.Jealousy, the green-eyed monster lurks

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New relationships, so exciting, spending hours talking, laying in one another's arms, getting to know the details of this new, fascinating creature and the things that made them who they are and what you can't resist. This is the time that you are most likely to hear the question that is the basis for much debate and todays post. "Tell me about your sex life, how many people have you had sex with

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-52491494744659131522010-01-26T23:25:00.003-05:002010-01-27T00:50:49.716-05:00

While reading through some things today I crossed a mental bridge, one that will create troubled waters for some, no doubt. Musical tastes during sex. Music that really gets the juices flowing *wicked grin*. If your mind has, for some godforsaken reason tuned in to a Marvin Gaye or Joe Cocker station, you should probably just check out some of my old blogs, today's will frighten, even potentially

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-8263237255427881352010-01-25T23:28:00.004-05:002010-01-26T14:12:29.337-05:00

So, aside from being assaulted by clowns..*ahem*...it has quite possibly been the most boring day of my life. Unfortunately, it has not been the most boring day ever in the life of someone I don't know. Yes, you read that correctly, let me continue, it will all come together for you.While checking my Facebook, because we just have to have one of those, a friend of mine posts a picture of a

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-43016651411292613742010-01-24T10:32:00.004-05:002010-01-25T08:08:57.286-05:00

Day(and night)2 in Nashville was a whole different kind of adventure. Starting with the purchase of my supersweetsexy new comefuckme shoes. You like? Yeah, me too. Un-fucking-fortunately in the nastiness of leaving the hotel this morning, or maybe during the whatever of last night, they got pushed under the bed last night and left in my room at the hotel. Hope the cleaning staff didn't wear the

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-56640959106602352572010-01-23T09:26:00.004-05:002010-01-25T08:11:58.859-05:00

Made it to Nashville. Which explains last night's post being, ohhhhh, almost 12 hours late. But, as the pic shows, (ok, sidenote here, and yes, this one of those oh so beloved insanely long parenthetical breaks, ratfuck, but, no wicked friends with me and LOOK at me in these pics, OMG, that shirt fucking looks like a tent, so being given away immediately, won't even get into why my hair looks

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-88636100392665788432010-01-21T22:51:00.005-05:002010-01-25T08:13:49.280-05:00

So, tonight will be short and sweet, as I am about to do a quick pack and double check. Heading out for Nashville in the morning. Just a quick little weekend trip to the Music City *gag reflex* Hmmm, didn't know I had one of those. ;) So, first let's examine the amusing nature of a group of people getting together and saying to themselves, taking Shawn to Nashville seems like a fun thing to do. A

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-64118106706125946622010-01-20T23:53:00.003-05:002010-01-21T02:02:42.959-05:00

We are just more passionate about our state of humanity, or, well, less likely to hide that passion. A fiery, all consuming passionWe love with a passion that we fearlessly show. We dislike with a passion that we also show without hesitation or fear. Some call it a lack of filtration. I'm human dumbfuck, not a water purification system, I have no filter. Others call it honesty. Uh, yeah. That's

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-62848119267546741322010-01-20T07:15:00.005-05:002010-01-25T08:19:36.789-05:00

First, I would like to congratulate Shawn for being my lucky winner. Suck it up Shawn… 15 minutes and all. Next, I would like to tell Shawn to fuck off for picking the topic of the blog. What am I a 4th grader? Don’t answer that. Also…I would have written a guest blog if you would have asked. Muahahahahahahaha. Evil laughing aside, I really didn’t know how to approach this topic. I thought

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-25528911510602329962010-01-19T22:59:00.003-05:002010-01-25T08:25:16.361-05:00

It must be What The Fuck Tuesday!! As in What the Fuck were you thinking, asshat who called me and hung up.....twice in a row. I have caller id dipnuts!!! Then ask who I am when I call you back!! I would be the very same person you just hung up on twice dickweed. It went sort of like this.....click. Why are you trying to run over me with your "I am too lazy to walk around Sam's Club so I'm in the

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-65700022141615928512010-01-18T22:13:00.003-05:002010-01-19T02:54:49.159-05:00

Reroutered (clever, right, I know) and out of the dungeon, let's give this a real go tonight. Dispelling some old myths. Myth one to be dispelled: Men don't marry/fall in love with girls who have sex with them on the first date. BULLSHIT!!! Somebody needs to call the love of my life and the 2 boyfriends I had before him who hung around swearing their love for me until I kicked them to the curb

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-73555532396235113212010-01-17T23:36:00.002-05:002010-01-17T23:53:01.531-05:00

My only computer access still involves a dungeon........eeek! My body rejects the very thought of schlepping up and down those stairs, even for you, my darlings. Fuck all, I hate this basement. I always have, really. I have a thing for light. I am also a fan of happiness, something I have been lacking this weekend. Clearly need to fix that first thing in the morning. Could be directly related to

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-91462953392761033562010-01-16T23:24:00.003-05:002010-01-17T00:08:39.910-05:00

Fucked up router has forced me into the dungeon,aka my basement, so no real post tonight. Other than to say that as I post this I am precariously balancing laptop on leg, cellphone to ear on shoulder while listening to the same fucking Geek Squad commercials over and over. Do they want me to be nice to the poor unsuspecting guy in India who is going to politely answer my call and pretend to give

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-83194744271725358302010-01-15T21:33:00.006-05:002010-01-20T21:59:10.329-05:00

The entire nation tends to stereotype Kentuckians. Sometimes this pisses me the fuck off. Then I go shopping and someone pets me. You read that correctly, fucking pets me, no, I wasn't wearing fur, wasn't even wearing suede, damn Hollister hoodie of all things. I mean, don't get me wrong, it feels good and all, but pet-worthy, uh, no! Get your fucking hands off of me before I slit your fucking

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-33133130557463227522010-01-14T17:48:00.003-05:002010-01-14T18:40:08.462-05:00

I was talking with one of my not so wicked friends and she was telling me about some things going on in her life right now. As I was listening she actually used the word desperate. It stuck in my mind far after our conversation had ended. I thought about the last time I was truly desperate for something, or felt desperation in the way she was feeling it at this point in her life. She had used it

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-43280697111126688222010-01-13T18:01:00.003-05:002010-01-14T00:35:11.684-05:00

That's right, confused. I am a fairly intelligent, probably above average, girl. I have common sense. I can follow in-depth conversations. I'm politically savvy. I can read, write, add, subtract, hell, I even know basic shapes. ;) Today I was hit with one that caught me offguard, while talking to a friend, she suddenly announced that she had to go because her cybersex buddy had just logged on.

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-33414655279412877092010-01-12T16:34:00.006-05:002010-01-13T07:36:14.960-05:00

I have been in quite a mood lately. I'm not a fan of winter, hate it really. Ususally I am a very happy person. I realized yesterday while doing some therapuetic shopping that I hadn't had a really good rant session in a while. Not going to really go full throttle today, just going to gently uncork a bit......It's cold here right now. Perfect opportunity to cover up. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats,

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-25714753812451329932010-01-11T21:06:00.004-05:002010-01-12T16:01:00.589-05:00

Oh, take a breath. Yeah, yeah, we all know. It's a dirty ploy. It's also an age old, proven effective method. Slowly exhale my feminist friends, I promise you will still (sort of) love me when we are finished with this one. Let's face it, between the bumps, bruises and headaches from glass ceilings, handfuls of hair we leave behind from catatonic bitches who have forgotten we are all on the same

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-31242427985306153142010-01-10T15:34:00.003-05:002010-01-10T18:07:51.357-05:00

How was your first sexual experience? Let me guess? Less than fantastic........? Well, this is my blog, as in all about me, so, back to me and mine was awful, really fucking awful. Like, OMG, did we just have sex?? kind of awful. Seriously, I didn't even know for sure that we had actually had sex. Come on, I was 14 years old. He was 21. We were kissing, then he was feeling me up, then there is a

Wicked Shawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15282245236349511047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210526802676499281.post-8509152313030865732010-01-09T11:38:00.005-05:002010-01-12T16:59:37.655-05:00

That's where all things start, right? I tried to pinpoint when I became wicked, to properly find the beginning for you. Turns out, I just can't seem to do that, must have been a slow transition.When I checked Websters dictionary (thanks boys) to see exactly how accurate my depiction of myself really was, I found some interesting things, according to the good book ( no offense to anyone here)

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