Femme Fatale: Day 27 of the Struggle...

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I know what I want, and I demand it. I am a Woman. You might say I'm a Bitch, but I'll just take that as a compliment. It means that I am assertive, unapologetic, demanding, intelligent, intimidating, in control, fierce, dominating... All positive attributes. I embrace my sexuality, and I'm not afraid. But don't get the wrong impression and think that it means I'll be open to your stereotypical slandering. I am not interested in you. I am not easy, and I won't suck your dick because I want you to like me. Try that with me, and I'll fucking rip it off. I don't need You, or anyone else.
I am Me. And that's all I'll ever need.

Nov 15, 2008

Day 27 of the Struggle...

Day 27 was a good day.

Although I didn't have proper time to update, I'm now filling you all in.

S and I went out for tea and chat time before heading to S's Friend's birthday party at Darbys Pub on W4th and MacDonald.

I didn't know anyone, but I had a great time. There was rock band going on in one corner, and a top 40 DJ (was he even really a DJ?) going on in another corner. Needless to say, the fact that I didn't know anyone just fed into my fire of not giving a crap. So I got on what I would suppose was a dancefloor, and started hitting up the creeper dance. S joined in and soon I was making friends with the people who were around us, whose names I definitely don't remember. Apparently my dancing skills were pretty good, and as a reward I was bought 3 tequila shots, all from different people. We requested Spice Girls "Wannabe" and pretty soon I had the whole pub dancing with us.

All together, excellent night.

Oh, there's just one thing I have to admit to, Birthday Boy had a cigar and as a celebratory action, S and I split one. As far as I'm concerned, Cigars are luxury, and not considered smoking unless you have packs a day. Heck, I've had cigars now and then with my father since the age of 8.

Random Action of the Day:

Compliment a stranger. Make them genuinely smile.