Personal Halfquake

Poll: 129 - Total votes: 116
When I woke up today, I ...

... saw that the world was on fire.	6 votes (5.17%)
... wished that I hadn't.	18 votes (15.51%)
... fell asleep again.	36 votes (31.03%)
... knew exactly what kind of day it was going to be.	17 votes (14.65%)
... craved coffee.	6 votes (5.17%)
... didn't know where I was.	2 votes (1.72%)
... noticed I wasn't alone.	5 votes (4.31%)
... saw a spider sitting next to me.	3 votes (2.58%)
... remembered my awesome dream.	13 votes (11.2%)
... had an idea.	10 votes (8.62%)

Comments
Funnycreature June 02nd 2010, 20:40:55
When I woke up today I turned on the PC to start dying for 100 times per minute

Szaladin June 02nd 2010, 21:27:24
When I woke up today I checked my PC, checked various internet pages and stopped at the farm. Then I didn't knew whether to cry or laugh manically.

MrSlaM June 03rd 2010, 00:04:48
When I woke up today I open another bottel of deer) Then check e-mail...and start dying and dying and dying)))

kowi June 04th 2010, 13:22:49
When I woke up today I remebered my dream which was quite nice but cruel at the same time.

Mohn_Jarwin June 10th 2010, 23:04:04
When I woke up today, I realized my day was ruined because it was a work day. sighs I need more victims :/

Panterdjuret June 13th 2010, 02:40:48
When I woke up, I remembered this awesome dream I had about me and Neil Gaiman drinking tea in the middle of the night, discussing stories and storytellers. It was a wonderful dream.

ZBEP June 17th 2010, 00:39:44
When i woke up today... i didn't woke up today yet.

Syndel June 20th 2010, 14:07:23
To be conscious is to realise you were better off before you woke up.

ElderGamer July 09th 2010, 05:53:48
Really? I was the only one that didn't know where they were? I gotta get this sleep walking checked on.

Deimos April 18th 2012, 04:31:48
Well, I had an awesome dream where it was like if I was watching a anime. It was about two girls that liked each other, one was a nekogirl, and the other a wolfgirl. It was narrated by the catgirl: Sometimes, I think why can't I just cease to exist. I've already tried to kill myself many times, but something always impedes me of doing it.... Maybe it's my daughter? Maybe it's my girlfriend? Maybe it's death itself? Maybe it's my split personality? The way I feel about this, specially my wolfy...kind of makes me want to keep alive. But i'm just...sad, lonely....what I am doesn't help at all....a girl, raped at her eleven years...and after that, she became a lesbian. No one really likes a lesbian, but there are those who keep quiet, and those who beat you up.... Not to mention i'm half cat, dress myself like a guy, and like to stay ontop of her when we attempt to have sex with eachother. I'm just....fucked up. That's what I am. A fucked up lesbian with cat traits. I really hope someone comes and tries to make me see a light.... I want to get ontop of her and massage her big and soft breasts...lick them and hump her. And when I get myself wet, say that I love her....that she's my life and kiss her softly for a long time. Or...let she get ontop of me, take her hands, put them over my breasts and let her have her share of pleasure...and when we both wet ourselves, lick each other's faces. But no. We lay down, kissing each other passionately, we both blushing and closing our eyes. I strip her down to her bra and panties and admire the scars she carries around her torso as she takes my chlothes off and sits on my lap. I kiss her neck, licking her as I hump her bottom gently, at first and I grab her soft breasts, fondling her gently. Even though I have pretty much large breasts, they're not as big or soft like hers. She then forces me down as she begins rubbing my thighs. I purr as I feel her lips kissing my neck and she licks it, getting a hold of my breasts. I moan already, since they are sensitive. She takes my bra off and begins licking my breasts ravenously. I clench her hips and hold them tightly as I rub my spot against her. I smile and blush even more as I feel the pleasure of rubbing my body against hers and to my shame, I drool like a demented pervert. The pleasure I feel is also doubled and I drool more and more as I feel my orgasm coming. It feels so good I bite my lower lip and close my eyes. She also gives signs of being about to wet my cleanly shaven area. Finally, we both have our orgasms. I moan almost quietly, and she staggers and moans loudly. And the door to our room opens. It's her husband. He kicks me off her and punches my delicate face. Rips my ears off. And breaks my arms and legs I am then thrown against a wall. She cries loudly. So do I, pleading for help. But no one can help me, for I was left alone. I triy to get up three times, but the pain is just too strong. I keep there, waiting for death, crying and asking. "Why?" I feel my body growing stiif and cold. I feel my heart beating slowly. I feel my lungs stop contracting. People say that sometimes, Death pays a visit to you, probably to discuss about your life. It appears, it's cold, bony hands rubbing my wounded face. It says it is not my time. And I instantly get up. I an healed phisically, but my mind is a mess. And here I am, infront of her husband's house, rain descending and mixing itself with my tears. I stagger and sob. I want to see her face and run my hands through her silk-like, long black hair. But I can't fight her husband. So I walk away, whispering. <i><b> Jump deep into the water.... The clean blue lake... And don't forget the stones, To proof it's not a fake. </b></i> I look behind one last time, stones tied to my neck. I throw them on the lake and I sink quietly. I stopped crying and accepted my fate. Now, I watch over her, who watches over my kid. It was sad...and she sang a part of Killing Stones by MS.

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