My affair with "Bat Girl"
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Posted:May 31, 2006 9:38 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2006 8:12 am
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About 6 years ago, when I was working as a piercist at a tattoo shop, I met a very unique girl.
With this kind of life style, you don't really have relations with normal girls because of the hours. Your going to bed, when they are getting up, etc. Every night, me and the boys & girls that worked there, would go to a strip club to blow off some steam. We were never charged cover, because everyone knew us. Sometimes get free beer... anyway, onto the story.
I met this dancer who was very cute, and liked me allot. The feelings were mutual. There seems to be an attraction because of the lifestyle and working hours. Just seems to fit. After talking with her a couple of times, she asked me out.
On our first date, I asked what she would like to do. She actually wanted to go to another strip club, and hang out. A good friend of mine was a manager at another club, so we went there. It all seemed great at first. We were drinking, and playing pool. I play pool fairly well, so I won most of the games.
The drinking started to get to me, and I missed a pretty easy shot. She blew up on me. She threw the pool stick and started screaming. She was mad because she thought I was trying to let her win. After this outburst, I quickly said it was time to go, and dropped her off at her house. We didn't say much on the way. I made sure the music was up full blast. I really didn't want this to escalate any further.
When we got to her house, she started kissing me, and asked if I would come in. I made a lame excuse, and said I had to be at work early. A surprised look came over her face, and she went off into the house.
The next day, she calls and was apologetic as to how she acted. She wanted me to come over so that she could explain, and wanted another chance. I agreed partly out of curiosity.
I came over that night, and we had a few drinks. She started to explain that when she was younger, her therapist used to let her win at chess when they would have these sessions, and it makes her mad when people let her win now. *DING* *DING* what?!?!? Therapist?!? Should have left right then, but the beer was kicking in, and this girl was real eye candy.
Drinks kept flowing as we watched a movie, talking, and just hanging out. She said something sarcastic and bratty towards me. I really love this game. I can hang with the best of them. I was teasing her a little bit, and went a little over board.
All of the sudden, she gets off the couch and runs into her room. I hear all this commotion, and then the door opens. She starts running across the room with a bat. I'm frozen like a dear in headlights at this point. She runs past me, and out the door.
At this point I'm grabbing pillows and wrapping them around my arms. Just in cast the girl needed a longer run at me, and decided to start from the yard to gain speed. I hear all this banging, but it sounded like she was hitting the ground or another piece of wood.
She comes back in, and puts the bat up. After several minutes of silence... She says that she was sorry again. Her therapist said that she should take her anger out on something other than the person that made her mad. Apparently the way chose to deal with her anger was to take a bat and hit something.
This was the last straw for me. I was done. I know what your thinking... you would have been done along time ago. I guess she intrigued me a little. I actually ended up spending the night, because I was to drunk to go home. Of course it didn't help matters with her walking into the room with only a g string on, saying it was time for bed.
I awoke the next morning very early on purpose. Trying very hard not to wake her. Even in her sleep she seemed somewhat intimidating. I left out the front door to go to my car. I look over at this tree. I found the object that she took her anger out on. This tree was so beaten, I don't think it could of grown bark if it wanted it. I'm talking at least 2 feet wide all around of no bark. Just little dents all over this poor tree. I never talked to her again after that.
Anyway, to me and my friends, she is known as Bat Girl. And that is the conclusion of 2 nights in my life in this story 
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I need poison
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Posted:May 26, 2006 11:28 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2006 8:48 pm
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Tired of being sick for the last two weeks. I feel like one huge snot ball. Somebody come put me out of my mysery.
I'll be the one with the klenex's and nyquil.
Thanks.
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Short, Sweet, Honest
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Posted:May 10, 2006 9:35 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2006 10:06 am
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Don't fret precious i'm here.
Step away from the window.
And go back to sleeeeeep.
Away from pain, choice, truth
and other poison devils
They don't give a Fruck about you.
Like I do.
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I never said thank you for that, and i'll never have another chance.
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Posted:May 1, 2006 9:57 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 11:32 am
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Angel,
Crowds of people walking on the street like ants marching. Usually not noticing anyone, I see you from afar and something draws me to you. I imagine you are the same as me. Scanning over the many faces and seeing nothing interesting. Nothing that catches the attention, that special something that you can't really explain.
I saw you from a distance skipping from face to face with that bored look in your eye. I wonder where you are coming from, and where your going. What is on your mind.
Our eyes meet and lock...time almost stands still. We both smile and continue to stare as we cross paths. Sadly we're walking away from each other now, as our destinations are in different places along with our lives. We look back at each other and smile bigger as to acknowledge that there was something that just happened.
To many things keep me from running to you. The moment has passed and like a shooting star, I feel that I can't catch you if I wanted to. What kept me from speaking I'll never know. It was such a perfect moment. I will never be able to say thank you for that, there will never be another chance.
Are you thinking of me now, as I am of you? If you were with me tonight, I'd stare into those eyes again for that overwhelming feeling of something I can't explain with words.
Maybe I'll get one more chance. If not... thank you. I hope you're still smiling where ever you are.
-Khem
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Color of eyes, they don't exist.
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Posted:Apr 10, 2006 11:21 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2006 8:05 pm
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Starting out clear as I wake up. Color of eyes now... Hazy.
Driving to work. Seeing a Prowler speed by. Color of eyes now...Green.
Prowler cutting me off, making me brake. Color of eyes now... Red.
Side swiping the Prowler, and make it flip. Color of eyes now... Brown.
A good deed done today for no reason. Color of eyes now... Blue.
Going to bed, feeling sleepy. Color of eyes now... Black.
If you don't know what I meen, don't fret.
Your curves move me anyway.
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So I faked an orgasm, and got caught.
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Posted:Mar 27, 2006 5:58 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2006 10:59 am
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One of my "friends with benefits" came over. Looking very much luscious as usual, she is very hot. We hung out, watched a movies, got drunk, and ended up in the usual gooey mess at the end of the night.
Pause...rewind.
Why did I use friends with benefits? Honestly we don't get along at all. So I really couldn't call her a friend. If it weren't for the sex, there would be no reason at all for either of us to be in the same room. Special friend wouldn't work in this situation because of the "friend" term. Is this what's called a "pure fuck buddy"? That might be a better way to start this.
A fuck buddy came over. Looking very much luscious as usual, she is very hot. We hung out, watched a movies, got drunk, and ended up in the usual gooey mess at the end of the night.
Difference between this night and all the others was the fact that I did not get off.
Pause...rewind
Difference between this night and all the others was the fact that I could not get off, no matter how hard I tried. She is very much SIN walking. A total sex kitten. I've only had this problem a couple of times before, and always came to some logical conclusion as to why I could not. After 3 hours, I just gave up.
Things started to race through my mind as to how I was gonna end this. I'm not a good actor, and this is not a common occurrence. I tried to mimic what I would of done on a normal occasion like this. The moaning, the heavier breathing, and the OOOO face.
This was the most awful performance ever known to man I think. Definitely not an Oscar Nomination. I rolled onto my back, and got called on it instantly! She was pissed!! "What the f^ck was that?!?! she yelled.
I was like... ummm, What do you mean? Come on, it was three hours! I said I wanted to go all night, but you didn't take me seriously did you?
You know what the f^ck I'm talking about, you didn't cum!
Huh? Did you take your meds today? Calm down (laughingly). What are you talking about?!?
Let me see it, now!
Let you see what?!
The condom! Let me see it.
Can we say busted? Needless to say, there was nothing in there. I tried to explain, that it didn't have anything to do with her, and that it was me. OOOHHHHH HAHAHAH
^^First time I actually try to use this line, and because its so cliche, it sounded so stupid. It honestly wasn't her. It was like my dick had went numb.
I'm sorry, I will never do that again.
No, we're not through here. Get back in bed. I'll make you cum so hard, your toes will curl. Another hour later, and she gave up, and went home.
We're cool now, and I think she's OK with what happened. She wants to come over again to prove something to herself I guess. She's got all sorts of tricks and outfits shes got lined up for me. Hell, maybe I should have done this earlier.
Maybe I need to take some acting classes. Just a semi funny story of my weekend activites. I've come to realize that my life is like a porno movie.... just with better music.
-Khem
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I got tagged. So here it goes.
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Posted:Mar 24, 2006 9:31 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2006 5:39 am
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Tell 6 things about yourself that most people don’t know. Thanks crazygirl
1. I worked at a tattoo shop for 7 years. No, I wasn't an artist. I'm sure I could of done stick figures, but there's really not a high demand for them.  I pierced people in every possible piece of flesh imaginable. Interesting job, and lifestyle. I highly recommend it if you ever get the chance. 
2. I was never talented enough to play any kind of musical instrument, so I've played the drums for the 9 years. 
3. I have a weird fetish for women with real short/bald hair. Never dated one. For some reason it just really turns me on. *shrugs*
4. I have been in a threesome a couple of times with the same set of women. Don't get me wrong, it was great... but have had better sex with just one person. Maybe it was my ADD kicking in, and with all the choices of where to stick it, kinda felt like I was trying to slove a mind teaser game.
5. I went to a private christian school (Baptist) up until the 6th grade, then went to public school. Attention Parents... I HIGHLY urge you not to do this to your . Either stick them in private school til the 12th grade, or not at all. I went from ties and slacks everyday to busted lips and black eyes. Do unto others as you would want them to treat you. Public schools skip this lesson, and I was not made aware. lol
6. I got an award for being the best actor in a multi set. I worked at a haunted house in Fort Worth. Chain saws can be so fun.
People I tagged.
QUEENBEV
redhead351970
sweetsinn2690
art_persists
RocknRoxie
I didn't quite make it to six people, but I tried.
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Looking California and Feeling Minnesota.
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Posted:Mar 21, 2006 5:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2006 11:17 am
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Explanation of title:
Looking Hot, Feeling cool. That's a Khemism. I'm starting my own philosophy. Look for the book on the best seller charts soon. I just gave you a sneak peek.
It was Sunday, the lazy day for me. So I'm watching the news, and reading the paper. I do not recommend watching a news channel for more than three hours straight while doing house work. It's just completely insane. War, famine, riots, murders, kidnappings. Wild mad raving dogs, disease, hunger. I walk over to the door and slowly peak my head out waiting for "Old Yeller" to come bite my head off.
All I feel is a cool breeze and mostly silence if it weren't for the crickets. I walk out a little further, and hear playing at the basketball courts. The crickets never letting up.
breep breep breep breep breep breep
Where is this stuff going on man?!? I think we need some more positive stories in the news. The news is supposed to be objective isn't it? Lets throw some... "Today a cat was saved by a 12 year old before it fell out of the tree" kinda stuff. Not as compelling as the above, but damn. Let's mix it up a little.
So I see this story about a woman who is suing the state of California.
This woman married a guy after he was put on death row. I've heard of these types of situations, but this one is just way out there.
As if that weren't strange enough... He is on death row for killing 8 women! Now lets "up" the weirdness factor a bit. She is suing for the rights to have congical visits. Oh, did I mention the guy has aids? This throws all kindsa wrenches into the "what women want category".
Is life too weird or what? My first thought.. "and guys of a f f aren't getting laid?"
There's something wrong here. What's happened to us? I don't see any reason why Satan could easily rule this world right now. Well... Maybe I spoke to soon. There is always the woman factor.
I can just see it now...
Satan walks down street.
Woman: What a cute butt!
Khem: But he's Satan!?!?
Woman: You don't know him like I do.
Khem: But he's the Prince of Darkness!!
Woman: I can change him.
And you're right. I don't give him a snow storms chance in hell against a woman's ego.
He would rein for about a week, and then we would see him out mowing his girlfriend's yard.
Khem: Hey Mr. Satan, you forgot to edge out back.
Satan: Shut up, I'm the prince of darkness. I'll remember you said that.
He'll be at the store buying tampons... Price check on Tampons, isle 3, Lucifer needs tampons for his woman.
Satan: Shut up! I'm gonna get you for this... next time she's out with her girlfriend's for the weekend.
I'm just saying... We're all a little messed up.
-Khem
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Questions that may not have answers. You decide.
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Posted:Mar 15, 2006 5:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2006 8:28 am
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Ladies, if a male is alone in the forest talking, and no one can hear him... Is he still wrong?
My parents would tell me all the time when I was a , "Those are a 100$ dollar pair of designer jeans, money doesn't grow on trees ya know?". Well then why do banks have branches?
This one really bugs me. Why do you only have to pay a penny for my thoughts... but when I want to speak, I have to put my two cents in?
Mothers... Since you know, explain this one to me. Why do people say, "I slept like a baby!". When you're up in the midle of the night when the baby is crying. Remember to slap the next person that says this.
Why does my get pissed when I blow in his face, but everytime he rides in the car with me, he absolutely has stick his head out the window. I'm so lost on that one.
I'm on call this week, and am bored. Just another random post.
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She said tell the truth. Was I wrong? I DON'T think so.
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Posted:Mar 13, 2006 5:06 pm
Last Updated:Dec 7, 2006 11:43 am
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A co worker approached me last week. Let's get a visual. Early 40's, blonde, 5'5", and a body that just won't stop. A Demi Moore that never made it on the train to Hollywood. I've known her for about 3 years, and we talk allot. If I were to define the relationship, I would say a good acquaintance. She's pretty high up in the company, and very rude to people. Father owns the company... imagine that. I really don't understand why she doesn't treat me this way, but I don't need to.
For some reason over the years, she has grown comfortable in telling me about her personal life, dates, even some more intimate moments with her partners. She's been quite a soap opera that I can't seem to find the off or mute button for.
I thought maybe there was a possibility that she found me attractive or interesting at one point. I realized that she just needed someone to talk to that wouldn't judge her, etc. Most people at work avoid her like the plague. She looks down on people, she's rude, and is somewhat of a snob. I've never talked to her outside of work.
She says, "Can I ask you a question, and you be totally honest with me?"
Sure.. I've played this game before.
She asks, "What's the deal? Why can't I find a guy that likes me for me? I don't get it! I go out on a couple of dates, and it seems like all they want is one thing. They never want to continue the relationship.
I said, "You don't want me to answer that".
She seemed kinda stunned. Gave me a pretty nasty look. Almost aggravated that I said that so quick, she says "Yes I do."
Ok, I'll sum it up for ya. You're beautiful and you know it. You act like everyone is beneath you. You're rude to most people, and seem real bitchy all the time. You want someone to like you because of your personality and not your looks. Problem is, beyond all that beauty, you're just not that interesting. Only reason why people bother to look past that, is because you're attractive. So truthfully, you are the problem. Work on yourself and you'll be gold.
(I do have a job offer at this time, and probably would have sugar coated that if I hadn't.) Obviously I just put my job in jeopardy, but I was having a bad day anyway.
She took it surprisingly well. She's been nicer to people for the most part, almost human in fact. She still talks to me. Been giving me a hard time in fact for what I've said, and real flirtatious.
Honesty, the new cure?
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Nursing home, Jackie Chan, death row. My thought evolution.
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Posted:Mar 9, 2006 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2006 8:29 am
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I picked a friend up from work to go to lunch. She works at a nursing home, in the hospice wing. As I waited for her to get ready, I walk down the hall glancing into rooms with open doors as I pass by.
I really need to quit doing this. There's not allot of things that lower your spirits as much as seeing people lay in bed day after day waiting to die. I started thinking to myself, that one day this will be me. But then I came up with a plan....
See, later on that night I was at the movies with some friends. The movie was like any other movie out nowadays. A whole lot of special effects, with bells and whistles to keep you from noticing the terrible plot, and class F- acting. I mean, they have done some awesome stuff with special effects. I keep thinking... WOW, HOW ARE THEY GONNA TOP THAT?!? Well, lemme tell you how.
So the two thoughts of that day merge. Oh yes Ladies and Gents. I do dare to say it. When I get older, can't take care of myself, and am just plain miserable, I'm gonna be a MotherF'n movie star.
I'm gonna go out with a bang my friends. Dress me up like a mugger, put a knife in my hand, and roll my wheel chair towards Jackie Chan.
Director say *Action*!
Chan: WhaaAaaaA *pshhhthud*
Wow!! Did you see that? Where did his head go?
Now that was an award winning stunt!!! This will be the greatest movie of all time, that was so real!
People from all over will love the new special effects, and I'll go out famous.
I'm still feeling some resistance to this people??!?! But why?
Let's take this a step further. These inmates on death row for doing horrendous crimes against people..... don't give them 2 shots of lethal injections, and it’s done. How unimaginative. Put 'em in the movies!!
Judge: Joe Blow, for your crimes against humanity, I sentence you to.... John Carpenter's next film!
Joe Blow: Ahhhhh! No!!!!
It's just a thought. Probably not one of my more popular beliefs... but damn, it makes sense to me.
What can I say, I’m a dreamer.
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Why do I feel like i'm on sale with Senior Sizzle?
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Posted:Mar 6, 2006 5:41 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2006 12:05 pm
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It's like I'm a salesman trying to get the right woman to buy me! Hello! How are you today?!
This one has AHB (anti heart break) wheels. I'ts got a straight 6 under the hood. It comes in manual and automatic, which ever your preference is. For added bonus, lack of oponion steering. The inside is very cozy. Temperature control, nice arm rest. It drives like its on rails. You don't feel anything on those "bumpy roads". It will never let you down. This Kia is the one you're looking for!!
I wanna be the Aston Martin sitting inside the Senior Sizzle show room. No long speech, no sales pitch. No need to sell myself and beg for you to buy. You just look at it (me) and say...
God Damn I want that.
"I wish I was special, you're so Senior Sizzle special. I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control. I wanna perfect body, I want a perfect soul. I want you notice, when I'm not around. But i'm a creep... a weirdo... what the hell am I doing here... I don't belong here." RH
-Khem
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Enlighten me.. Whats the deal with hair pulling?
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Posted:Mar 1, 2006 7:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2006 8:32 am
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Is it dominance, roleplaying, or a feeling that you get from this?
I know alot of women like this, and maybe it's different for all, but just trying to understand the basics of it.
I've been with a few women that loved this. I never asked why. I just did what I was told like a man should. I was behind her, and she starts screaming... "Pull my hair". As I'm doing this, she tells me, "harder, harder". I was somewhat confused, as there were two things I could do harder. Not to ruin the moment, I just go for both. She seemed to get off so fast this way.
She was very vocal on everything she wanted, and I did like that very much. I was waiting for her to call me cowboy, and tell me to use my spurs on her! Well... without getting graphic....
She liked her hair pulled. Any kind woman want to share why you would like this?
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