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Sneaky pants

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joined on 01/11/04
last updated 05/13/08
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My Testimonials

November 6, 2007
marissa is my friend.

she is ALWAYS there to share a cry, or a laugh.

I trust her with everything.

thank you for being in my life!!!
April 11, 2006
Marissa is more fun than a kinder-egg full of rather large pills that manipulate your mood in a benign & pleasurable fashion. If you haven't yet encountered her, you are in for a real treat, my friend. Drink plenty of water when you take Marissa, as she can raise your temperature uncomfortably. And the seratonin drop when she swishes down the street away from you? Just riiiiiiiiiiide it out. If you're lucky, there's plenty more where that came from.

I love her.
January 5, 2006
what depth
and character
beauty

i continue to see you

your presence
and
spirit

you have all elements within
you share
and
expose

powerful
soft
expressive
teacher

bowing to you, lovely marissa
Unsu...
 
March 10, 2005
she danced into me
and we spun
well more than a year ago.
my wicked little crush has never faded
in fack has quadrulped sevelar times.
she gives light to darkness
says the things you can't even fathom to put into words
quite precisley, indeed.
she saves my life all the time
sticks miracles on me.
she should get professional status for her friendship skills
she kisses me in the desert.
she smiles and laughs and she is beautiful.
December 20, 2004
the darlin'est li'thing ya' ever did see.
quick and sharp, prancing through my mind like some sort of taunting red lazer light. loveable trouble.
heart~
aaron
November 4, 2004
What can I begin to say about this woman? She is definitely all that and a bag of chips. Not only does she have a warm heart, but is also full of great wisdom. Oh, and for those who don't know, gives killer hugs. Long live this little vixen!!!
Unsu...
 
April 12, 2004
all i gotta say.....
damn girl! you so fierce!
February 19, 2004
Marissa is one of the most vivatious, living-out-loud, cowgirls I've ever met. When the shit hit's the fan... I want her on My side.

oh yeah... and you'll have to ask for details... but I believe it was 86 breasts (memory is foggy).
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“ I can believe in things that are true and I can believe in things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they are true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed- I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying out resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at that same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of casual chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

From American Gods, by Neil Gaiman

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Musings

I had a dream about her last night. She's been out of my phantasmal realm for a few days shy of two months now. But there she was last night, with her clear eyes shining as always. She wasn't who she always is, though. She shifted. Suddenly, I had taken on a new role, which is strange for me. I had grown in my dreamworld. I was not made out of paper mache over balloon form, I wasn't hollow, and I was certainly taller than a squirrel. In fact, I was so tall that I was even as tall as I am right now. (In my strange semblance of reality that is my dreamscape, I am usually only inches tall, though never disregarded). Anyway, I don't want to go into details, but everything is different now.

Or maybe I hadn't grown, but we were the same size at any rate.
Fri, July 25, 2008 - 9:49 AM permalink - 2 comments
 
I remember the tattoos, especially Sabrina
I remember the bacon
And the cake
I don't really remember who else I talked with (SORRY times a trillion)
I don't remember how much Jaeger I had, but I know it affected the previous statement
I remember people buying me drinks, and then I would finish them
I remember smiling a lot
And my happy dancing feet
I remember making a comment about licking someone all over, and hearing it repeated
I remember kissing ONE person
And being spanked ONCE
And I remember falling down (In Iris' pictures, there are a few in the middle where my head is gone from the front row. I was on the floor, fallen, squealing and kicking my feet)
Speaking if Iris' pictures, which are AMAZING - thank you Iris! - I have yet to see any others. Cough 'em up!!

And to anyone who didn't approach me to say hello, I'm sorry I can't see past the end of my nose when I'm over 6 shots into my night. Maybe next time I'll actually see you. (You mean all those people in the picture were there? I don't remember ANY of them!)

Photo by Iris (duh)
Wed, June 18, 2008 - 3:17 AM permalink - 6 comments
 
I'm having issues!!!

My most coveted pair of shoes is currently listed in my size on ebay... brand new in the fucking BOX.
cgi.ebay.com/John-Fluevo...cmdZViewItem

I've been known to kneel and kiss these boots when I see them in public. And lick them. No joke. I cause a ruckus and get all excited. Like, take me right here in the middle of the sidewalk excited. Like, oh sweet baby jeezus, I can't walk cuz I'm too busy humping the table leg, drooling all over myself, tongue all down on the floor, in crazyhot girly love, my panties will never be dry ever again excited. Excited.

My dilemma: I'm brokeypants right now... should I get them anyways?
Sun, June 15, 2008 - 1:41 AM permalink - 6 comments
 
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Llego con tres heridas: la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida.
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