<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:59.695-07:00</updated><category term='A New Chapter'/><title type='text'>Shormita's Soul Sessions &amp; Shtuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-7834757506177930285</id><published>2008-08-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:46:51.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned one of my loves.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUB4YbrAI/AAAAAAAAABY/YpjxlPkhIO4/s1600-h/Barbados+and+Tobago+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230038196063808514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUB4YbrAI/AAAAAAAAABY/YpjxlPkhIO4/s320/Barbados+and+Tobago+439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUCONgTDI/AAAAAAAAABg/O1-l4W3jxT0/s1600-h/Barbados+and+Tobago+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230038201923554354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUCONgTDI/AAAAAAAAABg/O1-l4W3jxT0/s320/Barbados+and+Tobago+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUCYp4KkI/AAAAAAAAABo/_Ud6BrlDEX4/s1600-h/Barbados+and+Tobago+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230038204726913602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUCYp4KkI/AAAAAAAAABo/_Ud6BrlDEX4/s320/Barbados+and+Tobago+379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUCpD3pmI/AAAAAAAAABw/vU6toKaDbyI/s1600-h/Barbados+and+Tobago+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230038209130899042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUCpD3pmI/AAAAAAAAABw/vU6toKaDbyI/s320/Barbados+and+Tobago+352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUC4TFNLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vEicFKLIj6M/s1600-h/Barbados+and+Tobago+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230038213221233842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUC4TFNLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vEicFKLIj6M/s320/Barbados+and+Tobago+424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness I feel so bad that I have abanded one of my loves and of course that is writing on my blogspot. Life has been hectic I guess where I left off was starting to date the new boy Jamie who is now old news and he turned out to be a psycho who would not leave me alone till a couple months ago. The power of the pussy I tell ya can just bite ya in the ass at times, or maybe it's just my irresistable charm jk. I do however have a new boy mister Jimmy James, well not so new it's about 3 months I think. I met him a drunken night at my gf's place, Jimmy happens to be her fiance's cousin. I was sooo not interested in him(mostly cuz of the bullshit with Jamie) but he kept trying to "sleep"in the bed with me and I kept kicking him out, then at the end of the night he had no where to sleep so I let him cuz I felt bad. I of course gave him a drunken lecture how if he slept there, there would be no funny business g'wan! Well after having drunken conversation for a few hours and creeping his lips closer and closer to me we of course ended up kissing and one thing led to another. What can I say he was the best kisser and I had to know if he was the best at other things and he was and still is. I am finally having the best sex of my life and I fianlly met someone as horny as me so I get alot of it without any nagging or asking, even though he does laugh at me during sex at times cuz he makes me make noises I can't control *blush*! Ya baby! Not only that but we have a great time together outside of the bedroom, we're both easy going and honest which makes us both feel secure in one another. I love that he's the kind of guy that looks at me with such adoration while he plays with my cheek or hair and a lil later he'll be slapping my ass while he has me bent over. It's the perfect balance that I need! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then Jimmy taking up alot of me time, I started a new job and quit it cuz the lady I was working for I could not stand the kind of person she was plus she was not quite right in the head. Now I am jobless and searching, also waiting to see if I get accepted to school. I also have quit smoking and started again. I am about to make my I think 8th attempt once again, gained some realtionship weight and very recently started kicking my own ass at the gym. The other mostest exciting thing that has recently happened is that I went on a vacation to Barbados and Tobago for 18 days! Longest trip I have taken since I went to India when I was 15, and one of the most amazing. We met some great ppl our first night out and spent alot of out time with them in Barbados, they took us to local places we never would have known about, had a bbq at one thier beautiful home( i'm talking rich and famous house). The other locals were the nicest I have met on vacation, if you don't know where you are going they will walk you there if they can. Also the most beautiful beaches I ever been on, there was one beach called the Krane and it is said to be one the most beautiful beaches in the world and also is where the Atlantic and Carribean ocean meet. Needless to say I got my ass kicked by that ocean, slammed to the bottom and had the thought that the ocean just might kill me. We also visited underground caves which were soooo cool, and I know it's a given but partied our asses off. Tobago was cool too, we had our own beach house on the ocean and went snorkeling as well as the Nylan pool. I could go on about my vaca forever and all the wonderful peeps but I'll be writing forever. I miss vacation and all the beauty that came with it*sigh* but I missed my lovey's more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-7834757506177930285?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7834757506177930285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=7834757506177930285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7834757506177930285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7834757506177930285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/abandoned-one-of-my-loves.html' title='Abandoned one of my loves.........'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/SJTUB4YbrAI/AAAAAAAAABY/YpjxlPkhIO4/s72-c/Barbados+and+Tobago+439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-7058121406522699185</id><published>2008-04-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:51:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No sacred place for just friends.</title><content type='html'>Not that long ago thier was a place, a place for your friends or past friends. You cannot join any site such as Facebook, Tagged, MSN etc, which are supposed to be for your friends which is my understanding without people thinking of it as a dating website. Almost any keep in touch friend kind of network there is people are trying to hit on you or pick you up. If I want to be on a dating website I will be and am, I don't want my whole network life to be all about meeting guys that interest me. I prefer to keep my friends seperate from people I don't know or have never talked to. Sorry I'm just a lil annoyed with all these men who I don't care to talk to, cuz I got enough on my plate without added men I did not choose to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-7058121406522699185?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7058121406522699185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=7058121406522699185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7058121406522699185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7058121406522699185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-sacred-place-for-just-friends.html' title='No sacred place for just friends.'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-7320833708056205714</id><published>2008-03-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:49:45.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Wheel</title><content type='html'>I had a great Easter weekend, Friday I went over to my sis' place for Easter lunch and before my niece could come down from upstairs I played Eater bunny and hid eggs for her. When she came I started the hunt with her, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she found a Easter egg in a funny spot she said " I can't believe it, the Easter bunny hid it here. He's so funny!" Cup her hand over her mouth and giggle, I tried to maul and squish her, she protested but I did it anyhow. I ducked outta there a little early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I had a first date with this guy named Jamie that I have been talking to everyday since March 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mississauga&lt;/span&gt; so I went down there to meet him, I was really nervous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't usually go on a date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;per say&lt;/span&gt;, usually I just meet guys randomly at bars and whatnot. Also since the day I started talking to him everything has seemed too good to be true, I have never had such great conversations with a guy or have things just flow so well and smoothly. I had about quite a few guys on the go and that I was talking to but no one I wanted to possibly pursue or gotten along with was well. He picked me up and we went to the movies, dinner and drinks. It was the best date I have ever been on ever, the way we got along was awesome. We seem to have an automatic chemistry that I have heard people describe but never felt before, or thought I had it until now. We made out a little at a local bar, and he's a really good kisser then he drove me all the way home to Whitby holding my hand the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was still on a high and it was Foo Fighter concert day! I got a text from him before I left for T.O. telling me he had a great time and asking me to go out again, since I was still gonna be in T.O. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was staying the night we decided to meet up after I left the hotel. Off to the hotel I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; party like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt;, we had a few drinks there and went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; restaurant Canyon Creek. We had a wicked meal and then went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Foo's&lt;/span&gt; who rocked the house, we then headed went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; and kept the party going. It was strange but fun night, I don't know if I had slut on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; but I have never been asked so many times in one night to go home with a guy. I mean they weren't even making small talk or asking my name at least, so since they had no respect for me I gave it back to a few of 'em and told them they needed to buy me a drink first. I am not usually a bitch but they were jerks and for some reason I have this thing where if a guy is an ass, if I can I like to pay him back. Needless to say they bought me a drink and I took off after, they may have been pissed but maybe it will teach them to at least have the common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;curtiousy&lt;/span&gt; to ask a girl her name before asking her to go home. I also found 20 bucks in the bank machine someone had left behind that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yoinked&lt;/span&gt; before pulling money out, which was pretty sweet. All in all it was a wonderfully weird great night, and I went to bed anticipating my date the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning after I was little hurting and we slept in past check out time, but there was no way I was going on my date smelling like bar, I showered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt; and we got outta there. When we got to Union we had some time to kill, so we went to the arcade and I played some dance game. Me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; Jamie had left our purses on the ground to play games, we were the only ones in there. Some guy walks in and starts playing games as well, after I'm done my game I decide that I should go grab our purses as I turn to walk towards them they guy was walking towards them as well. He sees me and quickly turned around I quickly grabbed them and before we left I saw that he wasn't playing any game the fucker but "phew" for timing. My friends caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; train and I had to get ready for my date in the Union station bathroom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; really I didn't have any choice and people were looking at me very strangely.........It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie picked me up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sauga&lt;/span&gt;, I jumped in his truck and asked what he wanted to do. He asked me if I wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt; Falls for the day and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ecstatically&lt;/span&gt; replied yes, we got there and went for lunch. After that we went to this play place, we played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;skee&lt;/span&gt; ball, video games, shot stuff, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun! At the end we had accumulated tickets and Jamie suggested I get a candle so that when I light it I remember that day *sigh* and we got matching eye ball rings too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. We then went to the falls and hung out there for a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; which were beautiful of course, especially with the snow and ice and the only good thing about it still being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wintery&lt;/span&gt;. We headed to the Casino after that and Jamie played Blackjack I watched for a bit, he offered to let me play but I wasn't about to lose his money. I went and played the slots for a bit and won 20 bucks came back and continued to watch. I think the other people at the table hated us though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;laffing&lt;/span&gt;, chatting and making out, while they tried to play a serious game. We were both hungry so we went to grab something to eat again, after Jamie asked me if I wanted to go on the Sky Line f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;erris&lt;/span&gt; wheel so we did. As soon as we got in there we started making out like crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, we stopped from time to time so I could see what was going on. I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt; at night and the falls lit up for the first time and it was gorgeous, afterwards Jamie re-named the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel "Wonder Wheel" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he and I had a wonderful time in there........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Suki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Suki&lt;/span&gt; now! We left after that and he drove me all the way home again holding my hand, it was the best date I have ever been on. I have never had so much fun with a guy, or had that strong of a connection right off the bat like we have been together forever. Ever since our first date I feel like I'm in this weird daze and can't pay attention to anything the same way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking about him so much. I think it's time to leave my flock of men behind for now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in a long time I don't want anybody else and feel like they don't compare anyhow. I don't know if it will work out with Jamie, but I find myself wanting something real when I wasn't looking for it and to me that means something since I don't like most men this much. Even if it doesn't work out he has made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in love again and shown me how great someone can be and make me feel, everyday he tells me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the best, how sexy I am, and makes me laugh and I have never had such a strong desire to be around someone or talk to. He will always be the guy that gave me hope after a horrid time with men and I will never forget him ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-7320833708056205714?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7320833708056205714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=7320833708056205714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7320833708056205714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7320833708056205714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonder-wheel.html' title='Wonder Wheel'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-1963726298150838261</id><published>2008-03-05T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:59:40.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Gale</title><content type='html'>Steve was a high school teacher who was getting married to his soul mate this coming summer, and he was one the most intense, adventurous, positive, and thoughtful people I have ever known. He decided to take his own life with a shot-gun this past February 27th, on his birthday. Steve did not leave a note behind but just lists of who he wanted contacted, pallbearers, and all the arrangements following his death on his computer. Doesn't surprise me cuz Steve was the ultimate perfectionist, he was always striving to do better. Steve was part of our group of friends who hung out and partied all the time, many of which he hosted. Including our prom party, we all camped out in his huge backyard and in the morning Steve was pissed at my gf's bf Paul. I mean Paul was a fucker and Steve had every right but after he had punched Paul out he was walking away still steaming and stepped on a shovel or rake that came up and whacked him in the head.........Too funny! I didn't see Steve nearly as much after high school, we all get busy with our lives but we still were friends and hung out especially cuz my best friend Jay was still really tight with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Friday which was February 29th was supposed to be Steve's surprise B-day party and his fiance was going to surprise him with a trip to Cancun, Mexico. Instead of celebrating there was an open house at his parents house for him, Steve has suffered from depression for all his life. I hadn't become aware of this till recently and can't help that this needs to be more of a serious issue since 70% of us are at least mildly depressed and it is the lowest funded sickness. Sorry to get off topic but it had to be addressed, I attended Steve's wake on the Sunday and his Funeral on the Tuesday. Many tears were shed of course including mine, every time I thought about the family or his fiance I couldn't help but be washed over with sadness and pain. It was strange the night before the funeral, I had a dream about Steve and a lot of other friends but we were all young and hanging out. I was having a conversation with him and I know he was giving me some kind of advice(he always did) but it seemed so real, I woke up drooling(only happens with intense dreams) and tears welled up in my eyes not such a pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this has been one of the hardest times of my life because I have never lost a friend, there has been some amazing things that have happened. Two of my best friends who are also Brother and Sister have not spoken to each other in almost a year really, that used to have so much love for each other and hang out all the time. Spoke and hung out for the first time after the wake, and had a heart to heart like one of those that you usually are drunk for and decided to make more of an effort towards their relationship ( I almost cried). Also seeing people that I have not seen in years, including my old best friend Bryan who I ended up hanging out with the night of the funeral and having my own heart to heart with. I missed him and it's great to have him back in my life, we went through a lot of crap and after not seeing each other for years to put all of it behind was a nice unexpected gift. Whether we continue or not it's nice to know that he still considers me his best friend and confidante. It's funny how the wrong of someone suffering and dying can bring a new light to others, Steve is still my first thought in the morning and last at night and I have never had so many thoughts with him. We shouldn't wait for tragedy to right the wrongs, because sometimes it could be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's Poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like the memory of me&lt;br /&gt;To be a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave an afterglow&lt;br /&gt;Of smiles when the day is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave an echo&lt;br /&gt;Whispering softly down the ways,&lt;br /&gt;Of happy times, and laughing times&lt;br /&gt;And bright sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like the tears of those who grieve&lt;br /&gt;To dry before the sun&lt;br /&gt;Of happy memories and I leave&lt;br /&gt;Behind-when the day is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-1963726298150838261?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1963726298150838261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=1963726298150838261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/1963726298150838261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/1963726298150838261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/steve-gale.html' title='Steve Gale'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-6567191858034923850</id><published>2008-02-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:40:48.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Parlour</title><content type='html'>I had just had some Shormita fun and I was lying in bed thinking about how much I miss one my most favorite things in the world.........A lil licky licky, ok alot but i'd settle for a lil these days! Then I started thinking about how men if they just want some action without having sex with a stranger, easy access and no effort, they have rub and tugs. No fuss, no muss you just get what you want and a massage to boot. As easy as getting fast food, just more money and I'm sure alot more satisfying then any food. By the way any ladies that say chocolate or any food is better, you just ain't doin' it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to what I was thinking about, this rub and tug thought made me wonder why we ladies don't have any places like a pussy parlour. You could go in pay for a "massage", pick the guy you want, be eaten to you heart's content, and get a massage which most men will not give you most of the time.If I had a pussy parlour you would of course have to have different kinds of men with different pussy eating skills cuz they would have to show and train eachother cuz every woman likes something different and you have to cover all bases. I could watch first hand and see if they are worth hiring, I mean if I am gonna have a pussy parlour it's gotta be supa dupa! I also would only hire men who loved to eat pussy cuz you can always tell if a man is doing it for him, you or both. It's just not the same if you don't have both, women can always tell if a guy is just going through the motions or if really does enjoy doing it. One more thing I would have an inconspicuous place and a back door, cuz we women tend to have more shame then men do. I'm not saying that I would ever own or go to a Pussy Parlours persay but it is nice to have options. In a way wish I could but my damn morals and seeing my mama's face if she ever knew would haunt me forever (just not me, but a thought). Happy Pussy Playing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-6567191858034923850?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6567191858034923850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=6567191858034923850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/6567191858034923850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/6567191858034923850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/pussy-parlour.html' title='Pussy Parlour'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-5494038459392169684</id><published>2008-02-18T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:31:17.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it should be........</title><content type='html'>This girl I know needs some shelter&lt;br /&gt;She don't believe anyone can help her&lt;br /&gt;She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage&lt;br /&gt;But you don't want to get involved&lt;br /&gt;You tell her she can manage&lt;br /&gt;And you can't change the way she feels&lt;br /&gt;But you could put your arms around her&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to live yourself&lt;br /&gt;But could you forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;If you left her just the way&lt;br /&gt;You found herI stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of youI'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;You're a boy and i'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;But you know you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have no fearI'll take on any man here&lt;br /&gt;Who says that's not the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of youI'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;She's a girl and you're a boy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you look so small, look so small&lt;br /&gt;You've got a baby of your own&lt;br /&gt;When your baby's gone, she'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;To catch you when you fallI stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;ProtectionI stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;You're a girl and i'm a boy&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you look so small, need some shelter&lt;br /&gt;Just runnin' round and round, helter skelter&lt;br /&gt;And I've leaned on me for years&lt;br /&gt;Now you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;And that's more than love, that's the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't change the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;But I can put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;That's just part of the deal&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my arms around youI stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                              Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diggin a hole and the walls are caving in&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, Airs gettin thin but I'm trying,&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing in,&lt;br /&gt;Come find meIt hasn't felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't felt like home...before you&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's easy to say, but it's harder to feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you more than I should, than I thought I could,&lt;br /&gt;I can't get my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I know you're scared that&lt;br /&gt; I'll soon be over it,&lt;br /&gt;That's part of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Part of the beauty of falling in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the fear you wont fallIt hasn't felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't felt like home...before you&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's easy to say, but it's harder to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you more than I should, than I thought I could,I can't get my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the phone,&lt;br /&gt; But I wish you'd call,&lt;br /&gt;Thought being alone,&lt;br /&gt;Was better than, was better than...And I know it's easy to say, but it's harder to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you more than I should, than I thought I could,I can't get my mind off of you.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                 Joshua Radin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-5494038459392169684?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5494038459392169684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=5494038459392169684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/5494038459392169684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/5494038459392169684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-how-it-should-be.html' title='This is how it should be........'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-1948306838072334909</id><published>2008-02-16T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:50:02.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always have a Valentine.</title><content type='html'>I love Valentines Day not cuz I love getting presents or going out for dinner, but because my mama has always made it a special day for me and my sis. We have always done something for eachother and yes we do give eachother a present but it's more then that, we show the appreciation we have for one another with a card and gesture. I'm not saying it doesn't happen other times, but it's the feeling of giving something out of love that is different. Also I love giving presents to loved ones, and being the presenteer that I am it is the perfect excuse. This year and the past few years have been even more special because any holiday is made better with my loves (my niece and nephew), kids just make everything more interesting and fun. The other reason I love Valentines Day is beacause of all the cute, kinky lil outfits that they come out with and whether I am single or not I love to buy them cuz it's fun to put 'em on for someone or for yourself. If I'm having a bad day or not in the greatest mood nothing makes me feel better then putting a sexy lil number on and dance around. Being sexy isn't just about someone else, but everyone has a different happy place and that is one of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             My Valentines Day was interesting it started out with wishing a bunch of friends and a few others I thought deserved a "Happy Valentines Day!" I had to work so other then that I had just planned on watching my favorite show LOST, which I highly recommend if you're anything like me and love paranormal, sci-fi, mystery, 6 degrees of seperation etc. Just before I was about to leave for work when I got a phone call from my gf saying she wanted to go out and I got convinced to be the wing woman on this escapade, which I will go into detail later. While I was at work I watched and helped all the men and women rushing to get thier loved ones a present. I realized something about this and that I would rather have a present from a guy that is thoughtful whether it be on Valentines Day or not, the problem is that people aren't as thoughtful these days and we are very selfish so we feel this day is makes up for the rest of the time we are not. I also think that alot of people think being thoughtful is about buying someone something when the simpliest thing like writing a love not is just as good as flowers. I have nothing against Valentines Day I just want to be with the kind of person who gives my a loving gesture just beacuse the love me and not because they feel that they have to, besides aren't not knowing what is coming around the corner better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Getting back to my day I was leaving work only to see that I got a message from a guy I was dating and thought it was over cuz really there was nothing there and there is only so long that can last without getting boring, saying"happy Valentines Day!" So now I am confused but really don't want to go back and there just is no point but I am not rude so I wish him he same, and now he wants to talk to me again. We'll just deal with that later if we have to, so I go out with my girl and the local Shitby club is filled with 19yr old hoes and horny lil boys mostly. I'm 28 and I like to go out but this isn't really my scene getting picked up by horny lil boys. I as usaul dance my ass off and make the best of it, I did have an alright time. Well here is my fav time of the night, doobie time! So we get iin my gf's car and try to go but realize we are stuck in the snow at 2 in the moring, we realize that the car beside us are stuck too. We decide to approach the girls and see if we can get eachother out but when we ran the idea with them, they very snottingly disapproved and let us know a tow truck was coming for them. We decide to wait it out and see if they will tow as well, so we ask the younger cute tow men if they can get us out and they inform how much they are getting the other girls out. We however got a special price ( I think it was our cuteness) of 20 dollar, mwhahahaha bitches!  YAH!!! Doobie time! All in all it was a very entertaining day, hope you all had a great one! Smoochey Smooches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-1948306838072334909?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1948306838072334909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=1948306838072334909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/1948306838072334909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/1948306838072334909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-always-have-valentine.html' title='I&apos;ll always have a Valentine.'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-7871552671467401815</id><published>2008-02-12T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:21:54.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this interesting........</title><content type='html'>A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee. When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more! expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups. Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-7871552671467401815?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7871552671467401815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=7871552671467401815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7871552671467401815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7871552671467401815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/found-this-interesting.html' title='Found this interesting........'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-7641153511297892093</id><published>2008-02-01T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:17:57.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Va-Jay-Jay</title><content type='html'>I was at the gym the other day and I remembered a funny story about trying out spinning for the first few times. So in attempt to cheer anyone up or give a chuckle I thought I would share, it was the summer when I attempted spinning for my first time and just in case you don't know what it is, it is those exercise bikes that you pedal really fast and if you look at it like I do you think they are nuts for doing something like this. I like a challenge though and to do new things, I wanted to be one of the nutters! So I join the class as a newbie nutter all pumped to rise up to the challenge, I am spinning away as I slowly die, k made it through the warm-up now the teacher is getting more into it. She starts to challenge us and as she does so, she also is giving us visions of riding up hills and what not. A little cheesy if you ask me but to each thier own, she is getting more into it and at one point she says in a Hulk Hogan kind of tone in her voice" oh yeah, feel the burn". I of course can't contain myself laffed out loud, I embarassed the teacher and myself because I felt I could never return and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                A few months later I joined a new gym and decided to attempt spinning once again, this time I was prepeared for the cheese........I would not laugh, no matter what! We begin and I'm waiting for it this teacher has got no cheese so I am in the clear, at the new gym though the seats are not so comfortable and I don't want to complain. About half way through the class my va-jay-jay can't handle anymore so I pedal while standing to give some relief to my precious. Of course most of the people are regulars and are aware I am a newbie, does the teacher not point me out and joke about how the newbie is stranding up and showing off. What am I supposed to say, my va-jay-jay is hurting from the seat? Especially when there are men in the class as well, so I just sit back down all flushed and my poor precious has to suffer through the rest of the class. I hope this doesn't discourage any of you to try spinning, it's a great work-out and I love it now that I have discovered something called a gel seat cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-7641153511297892093?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7641153511297892093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=7641153511297892093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7641153511297892093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/7641153511297892093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/va-jay-jay.html' title='Va-Jay-Jay'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-559927955053372619</id><published>2008-01-27T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:25:51.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Ladies Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pww1lKocI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m3yF4F09TIU/s1600-h/Ladies+night+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162234319704072642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pww1lKocI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m3yF4F09TIU/s400/Ladies+night+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pqr1lKoZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aUDTkmK_ivc/s1600-h/Ladies+night+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162227636734960018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pqr1lKoZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/aUDTkmK_ivc/s320/Ladies+night+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pnw1lKoYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Cca_x1GudXw/s1600-h/Ladies+night+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162224424099422594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pnw1lKoYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Cca_x1GudXw/s320/Ladies+night+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going out with my girls last Sat night, after we all get ready and have a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-party drinks. We head out to what they call in Whitby a club, we immediately start doing shots of tequila........Aye! Aye! Aye! You guessed it was not but soon after we were hammered, while we were indulging however we ran into a few security guards from our work and they joined the party of course. Which was pretty handy later on in the evening since there were a couple creepers but my security guard Melissa protected me and told them to fuck off, I felt like I could do anything I wanted. From here I don't remember much about the bar that evening, but here is how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; me at the bar............"You Dancing like a goof ball all night, you had no shame, you were hugging all the bouncers that looked unhappy to try to cheer them up, and you had 19yr old groupies following you around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they loved you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way home I do remember I felt a little less drunk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of that cold air hitting me as we walked to get a cab, on the way there all the girls were not happy about the cold and the walk. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; to do it though, on the way to our mission I see a cop car so I lean in and ask for a ride (still no shame). I guess I was cuter then I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they told all of us to hop in and we did, my drunk ass wasn't all hot for the cops but girlfriends was. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;profusely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; my girlfriend by asking to hold their guns, and to turn on the sirens. After they dropped one of my girlfriends off me and my friend got dropped off so we could smoke a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doobie&lt;/span&gt; at a friends, we get out they tell us to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dispatch&lt;/span&gt; and what to say if we need a ride home. So we smoke this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doobie&lt;/span&gt; and somehow(can't remember how it was started) my friend Mel was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;beat boxing&lt;/span&gt;, which she didn't know she could do. This guy that was there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;free styling&lt;/span&gt; and I was singing, then the guy who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;free styling&lt;/span&gt; asks me to be on his album that he is gonna make which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; all drunken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt; but still very flattering. It is time for bed I am exhausted and fucked up, the cops pick us up again to drive us home. As we approach they ask us to add them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, but how am I supposed to remember a name in that state? The drunken adventure is over and I am in my warm bed and all I have to worry about is how many kicks and punches I'm gonna get from my girlfriend sleeping next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-559927955053372619?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/559927955053372619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=559927955053372619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/559927955053372619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/559927955053372619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/drunken-ladies-adventure.html' title='Drunken Ladies Adventure'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pww1lKocI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m3yF4F09TIU/s72-c/Ladies+night+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-566408921257814142</id><published>2008-01-19T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:20:07.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pu2VlKobI/AAAAAAAAABI/S9uelR7yoVc/s1600-h/Noah+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162232215170097586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pu2VlKobI/AAAAAAAAABI/S9uelR7yoVc/s400/Noah+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ecstatic and proud to say I recently have become an Auntie for the second time, my sis had little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bambino&lt;/span&gt; Noah on Jan 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I missed the birth of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; due to things out of my control and I was determined that I was not going to miss this one. I am about to tell you why I feel that watching a child be born was amazing yet the best birth control ever so be warned if you don't want to know the truth about child birth do not read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis went into labour about 2 in the afternoon and did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deliver&lt;/span&gt; until 5:45am, so unless I was in the room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consoling&lt;/span&gt; my sis I was out in the hall and waiting room. I was listening to other women give birth this entire time and I discover that there is pain not just one place but many as I hear women scream about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; backs, and even one women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt; scream to the doctor about her legs and telling him to cut them off. I did not realize that there was more pain involved then your birth canal and back, oh how I felt for those women in pain and agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bambino&lt;/span&gt; to be born and I was an eye witness, I watched and helped by pulling my sis' leg up. First of all I see the head start to come out and soon I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dilating&lt;/span&gt; 10cm does not mean that the head is 10cm. The Doc starts easing the head out and in a matter of a few seconds Noah comes shooting out along with a bunch of blood and goop, it was the strangest feeling I was disgusted with what I had seen yet I had tears of joy and couldn't wait to hold this beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;slimy&lt;/span&gt; little one. Just when you think it is over the placenta comes out along with a rancid smell and you now have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hemorrhoids&lt;/span&gt; along with tearing and needing a few stitches. My baby Noah is put in my arms and all that I have seen and heard that evening/day is forgotten, afterwards my sis asks how the birth control was and I respond by saying" it's working even better now". I also said "I'm never having sex again " oops! Mama was in the room too. All in all it was an amazing unforgettable experience, but I'm gonna need the image to not be so fresh before I give children a thought again......Little scared of the penis, and not so flustered about not having any recent action. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-566408921257814142?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/566408921257814142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=566408921257814142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/566408921257814142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/566408921257814142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2008/01/birth-control.html' title='Birth Control'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tMEpfjbeSxQ/R6Pu2VlKobI/AAAAAAAAABI/S9uelR7yoVc/s72-c/Noah+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-6284932864283286542</id><published>2007-12-29T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:27:47.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus</title><content type='html'>There is not much I love more then cutting a rug wherever it is, in my room or on the dance floor. The only problem with a dance floor is most times they come with the club scene, and where there is a club scene there are men who want to hump, grab and wrap there tentacles on whatever they can. Being somewhat of an attractive fun girl I get the tentacles trying to wrap around me. Given some girls like it, but I'm an old fashioned kind of girl who doesn't want a stranger grabbing at me or my bits. I want someone who at least can carry a entertaining conversation, and knows my name before try to jam thier tongue down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I went to this bar called Circa in Toronto not too long ago, throughout the night me and my gf's had continuously been molested on the dance floor. At the end of the night me and my other gf were sharing stories of the creepers we had encountered, my gf had a guy try to stick a finger in her ass. When she turned around to see the culpret he was smiling and said " c'mere baby" and tried to grab her again, my gf (who doesn't take shit) pushed him off and the bouncer kicked him out. I had my ass grabbed under my dress(couldn't find the sneaky bastard), I got so annoyed by the end of the night I went and sat in a corner all pissy. So i'm gonna ask all men octopus' or not, what makes men think they have the right to grab at women like this, violating them and ruin thier night?.......And if you are an octopus make sure you're grabbing the right lady cuz I ain't afraid to kick your ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-6284932864283286542?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6284932864283286542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=6284932864283286542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/6284932864283286542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/6284932864283286542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/octopus.html' title='Octopus'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-3380199451770642315</id><published>2007-12-29T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:25:45.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loverboy</title><content type='html'>I meet alot of people because I have a very social career, and my favorite part of my job is hearing peoples stories. I met an older gentleman not too long ago who used to belong to a group called Loverboy (old group), he told me a story about his life that gave me chicken skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was married to his beloved past wife for 30 plus years before she passed with breast cancer, he was heart broken for a few years and then started wondering about his high school sweetheart. One day he happened to run into an old friend who still had contact with her, long story short they ended up making contact with eachother. After many conversations over the phone, they decided to meet. The day that he went to meet her, he was so nervous he threw up on his way. Needless to say he had to stop to clean up and buy some toiletries and was late for the date. As he was approaching his date was leaving he caught her before his chance of re-kindling a long lost love walked away.........They are now happily married to eachother, I hope this warms your heart like it does mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-3380199451770642315?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3380199451770642315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=3380199451770642315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/3380199451770642315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/3380199451770642315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/loverboy.html' title='Loverboy'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-8407279870622553489</id><published>2007-12-23T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:02:45.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season to feel lonely.</title><content type='html'>I know that winter time is baby making time for most unless you are a winter person. I am not and at this time of year at times singledom can make me feel lonely, like most. I don't feel lonely just cuz of no cuddles and baby making, but I feel it because for me Christmas is about love and giving. I know that you do that with others, but it's not the same kind of love and it feels like the missing piece of the holidays for me. I mean it would be great to have a love of my life to share all the events and put a slutty Santa outfit on for, I want to have Christmas sex damn it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It's not just Christmas either I mean I could always make-out with a random guy when the clock stirkes twelve, but that's not my style and I rather have a meaningful kiss and get it on after! LOL........I don't know about anyone else out there but at 28yrs old I am noticing that I don't have very many single friends and when I ask what thier plans are for New Year's it's all couple shit and when you're not a couple you can't do couple shit. I did have some of my coupled friends invite me to a cottage, but again with all couples and what am I gonna do while everyone is kissing thier loved ones or go to make love? I might as well stab myself in the heart cuz I don't got anyone else to do it,I swear being single is like a disease sometimes. Now don't get me wrong there are perks to being single, there is alot of tasty men to have fun with, no obligation of giving up some of your time, no stress about occasions etc............I still can't help but wonder if there is someone out there for me that would make it seem like I wasn't giving anything up and gaining so much. Merry Christmas everyone, much love and peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-8407279870622553489?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8407279870622553489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=8407279870622553489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/8407279870622553489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/8407279870622553489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-feel-lonely.html' title='&apos;Tis the season to feel lonely.'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076613930532709927.post-5458254108696614935</id><published>2007-12-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:47:54.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A New Chapter'/><title type='text'>How and Why am I here?</title><content type='html'>First of all let me introduce myself incase ya'll didn't clue in from the title of my page, Shormita is my name and I am sooooo very excited to be here! I've got that butterfly, first date or really liking a guy kind of feeling. I'm scared yet filled with anticipation to begin a new journey here and open my heart and head(well not completely, some stuff is top secret). I am here because I love to write and think, like most of you I am sure. We each bring something new to the table, whether we have a laugh, make eachother go hmmmmm, touch eachother etc. I am here for the same reason with a different view or maybe similar view to yours, basically to share my soul, thoughts, and shtuff. How I ended up here however is beacuse of a Morbid Angel who is a fellow blogger and if I had never talked to him I would not have known about this place or been inspired to share, so if you ever read this Morbid Angel..........Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076613930532709927-5458254108696614935?l=shormitasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5458254108696614935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5076613930532709927&amp;postID=5458254108696614935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/5458254108696614935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076613930532709927/posts/default/5458254108696614935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shormitasoul.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-and-why-am-i-here.html' title='How and Why am I here?'/><author><name>Shormita&amp;#39;s Soul Sessions &amp;amp; Shtuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04504523766676192933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
