Chaosbride

October 31, 2010

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Greetings from the Oracle (pt1)

Greetings.

I am the all-knowing-about-Monique Oracle.

I shall answer some questions now.

As you desired to know:

So my question is "have you ever lezzed out?"

Nope. I have never "lezzed out" ha ha. I’ve been curious and thought I’d kiss a girl. I’ve had girl crushes. But I’ve never really done anything. I don’t think I ever will and I’m ok with that.

i wanna know how u became so good at writing bout zombie apoc? what got u into that?

Well, I’m a big zombie apocalypse nerd. I believe it WILL happen. I want to dream that it’ll happen during my lifetime, but it possibly won’t. It’s not like you can predict it. I have a survival plan. I would love to smash some zombies heads in. I am not a fan of most humans so I would really enjoy having a majority of them wiped out and turned into monsters I can destroy. I long to just have a complete cleansing of this planet… and zombies would definitely do that.

With this in mind, I’ve watched countless movies and I’ve just recently gotten into reading books about it.

However, my current zombie journal is purely how I imagine things would be and how a character would deal with their surroundings. I purposefully chose the area that I currently live in so that I can imagine things as they would really be. I have used some creative license, but mostly I have dug into my overactive and abundant imagination to write.

I got into the survival journal after seeing a few here on OD and picking up "Day by Day Armageddon." I had been wanting to write a zombie novel for some time but I hadn’t really gotten far. The zombie journal just sprang out and has taken on a life of its own. I’m quite proud of it and I hope to one day see it published in a few volumes. 🙂

The picture that you use in your diary profile. Do you have it and keep it there because you haven’t had the energy to change it as some other diarists have said or do you keep it there cause you like it and don’t have any plans to change it? I guess you could also throw in the same question about your diary title and also your user name.

Well, it’s stayed that way cuz I’m lazy. I just don’t feel like changing it yet. I have thought of doing it, but I haven’t taken too many vanity shots lately. I think when I dye my hair next weekend and then put braids in around the end of December I will put up a new pic.

I like my diary title for now because it accurately reflects how most of my entries are written.

My user name cannot change. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work. I’m quite comfortable with it, even if I’m slowly learning how to escape the Chaos that has always bound itself to me. I doubt it will ever fully go, but I’m definitely on a trial seperation at the moment. ha ha.

was the basket of titties sitting next to the bag of dicks?

I don’t have a basket of dicks, unfortunately. Wait… would I want that? hmmm

Can I get a doggy bag for the basket-o-boob, or do I have to finish it before I leave?

I don’t think titties go bad… especially since these are all natural, no silicon or saline added. Freeze them i fyou want, but I can’t be held responsible for freezer burned titties.

how did you and Baboo meet and how long have you two been together!?

I’m gonna stop this entry with this question because I have to go work. I’ll be back.

Anyway, the story of Baboo and I goes a little something like this:

Once upon a time I was signing on to OD when I saw an eye catching title on the front page. It was "Woah Drugs"

Yeah… huh?

Exactly.

The diarists names was "gimmecokedupsluts" and I was like "orly?"

So I clicked.

the entry was interesting and strange and didn’t make a lot of sense, but it did… if that even translates to english. ha ha.

Anyway,I clicked away but something made me go back. So I went back and read a few more entries.

I was like "this guy is a total lunatic and SCARY!!!!" so I was just going to leave it alone.

The next day, however, I found myself putting his diary name into the search box and going back. I realized I would just stalk him for a bit, lurk around and be confused by what he wrote.

Well, after a few days I decided to note him… and he noted me back… I proceeded to read his entire diary and leave crazy notes along the way (he had less than 100 entries I believe, so it wasn’t a big thing). We proceeded to form an OD friendship that melted into exchanging Myspace addresses (i haven’t gone to that site in a long time!)

Then we would exchange myspace emails. If you knew me back then I was a dirty slut, so those emails were all about how we’d like to molest each other.

Then we graduated to phone calls. (And we only had phone sex ONCE, so don’t be pervy. It was more us just talking about whatever)

At first he freaked me out and I was just going to let it be… he would call me and ramble and it was just a lot to take in. I was overwhelmed by him.

but… after a week or two of not really talking… I called him one night on a whim.

And it was downhill from there.

It went from talking once or twice a week to every day. All day. All day at work. Almost my entire train ride home. All night after my kids went to bed. It was crazy. But we got really close. He knew me well from that.

We finally decided to meet.

We met one night, and while I can’t remember the date, I do know it was the day that there was a major accident on the freeway that injured and killed a lot of people (it was in a tunnel and there was an explosion I believe) and the freeways were SO TERRIBLE that I wasn’t able to get home and so my baby sitter agreed to watch my kids overnight (it was after I had stopped living with my mom) and so I was free to go out with him and stay all night.

Well… he has several different "faces" in his pics, so I wasn’t sure what he would actually look like. I was scared. He pulled up and it was like… he was better than I expected. And he smiled this huge smile and I think that was it. I was completely gone.

We went to see a movie and ended up making out the entire time.

I made him take me back to his house where we proceeded to rip each others clothes off (almost literally) and there it all began. I must say that the most alluring thing about having sex with him was a chemical emotional tie. I felt completely beautiful and ALIVE when we had sex. I was slutty, as I said, so there were other partners around that time. And none of them made me feel like that. Even having sex with RS who was possibly the most gorgeous looking man I’ve ever slept with (think Jack from Lost)… I would give up sex with a movie star look alike to have more fulfilling sex with Baboo. More than once I did this.

Rewind back to after the first meeting: Immediately after I did my normal "omiga he’s amazing" freak out and he distanced himself and I got all upset and crazy and in the hullaballoo we stopped talking (it even went so far as to have me leave this diary for a few months because it made me sad, but i’m back, as you can see).

A few weeks later we picked back up again…and started a "friends with benefits" thing (in the process I lost one of my best female friends and I still miss her, oh well. I chose Baboo)… soon enough, the relationship became a lot more… and when I moved closer to him we became a couple – April 23, 2008. This was not easy. We had a lot of bumps. he wasn’t ready to accept my kids, I was insane, he was isnane, we both had a lot of issues and baggage.

but there was something there.

And so… here we are. In October 2009 he asked me to marry him. And hopefully, sometimes in 2011, that will coem to be. We have been together 2 and a half years.

I know he is the one. I want no one else. And we will have a bunch of cute babies (ok, so he only wants 1, but I wouldn’t mind having 2) and we’ll drive each other crazy and call each other weird nicknames and laugh about farting and play video games and build up our family and take care of each other and snuggle and touch every day even if we don’t have sex, but when we do it’ll always be amazing and I’ll always be his Sally and he’ll always be my sweet sweet Baboo. (That name spans from our first conversations and has stuck ever since)

I could probably write more, but I have shit to do. ha ha.