Pixie and Becky are characters I created on yahoo messenger. I created Pixie and Becky as a way to get through slow work days.
I use these two characters to chat with random strangers in yahoo chat rooms, but only if they are from India or some where else in the Middle East, or African.
The reason? Because they believe anything I say and buy into my bullshit. Then even buy into the fake pictures I send them.
Sounds mean? Maybe just a little, but obviously I have nothing better to do. Besides, they're overseas. It's not like I'm on eHarmony chatting up with locals pretending to be some guy named Bob.
Oh wait... Yeah, I am. Oh well. They'll get over it.
So now I'd like to introduce you to Pixie and Becky:
Pixie is a 24-year-old lesbian who lives with her girlfriend of 4 years, Bianca who is 26. Pixie is white and Bianca is Brazilian.
Pixie works as a free lance writer who has a masters in Psychology from Barry University. She's attending school to get her doctorate. Her girlfriend, Bianca is an interior designer. They reside in Miami, Florida and live with their 2 Italian Grey Hounds, Taeko and Speedo.
Pixie met Bianca 4 years ago while vacationing in Puerto Rico. They hit it off immediately and when they both realized that lived nearby in Miami, they decided right then and there that it was fate that had brought them together.
Upon returning to Miami, they moved in together later that same week. The two have been inseparable ever since.
Becky is a 21-year-college student. She's bisexual and bought her first home just 4 months ago with the money she has earned working as an exotic dancer. She's been working as an exotic dancer since she was 17, using a fake I.D. of course.
She recently decided to have her best friend and sometimes lover, Sam (short for Samantha), move in with her as a roommate because she hated coming home to an empty house.
She and Sam are both originally from Miami, but they decided to move up to Maryland after both were accepted at the University of Maryland.
They both recently just graduated with their Bachelors in Psychology. Becky is planning to continue her education and will start classes for her Masters in the fall.
Sam also works as an exotic dancer.
Becky does a lot of dating but refuses to commit to anyone. She's sexually active in the community and most people would say that calling her promiscuous is an understatement.
When she's not shaking her ass for a dollar bill, Becky likes to hang out by the pool or have sex with Sam, or anyone else for that matter.
Becky owns a grey fluffy cat who she calls Smirnoff.
Oh, and Becky has a page on MySpace, which I'm sure you people would love to see, but I'm not gonna post it. Let's see if you can find her on your own.
The lies go on and on. Isn't in scary that there are people like me out there on the internet?
I'm sure most people would think that only a person who is crazy would go through all the trouble.
I'm not crazy, I swear. Well, maybe just a little.
However, I do get really bored at work and I really don't have anything better to do, so yes I do create fictional characters to get through the day.
But hey, the good news is I don't target people who live anywhere nearby. My targets are always overseas and for some unknown reason can always be found in the Washington, DC chat rooms on yahoo.
Anyways, I'm off to go pretend that I'm a 21-year-old stripper.
A special thank you goes out to Titusville for giving me the idea to start including story plots. I just love it when people encourage me to do naughty things.
If anyone else has any ideas on what should go on in the life of Becky or Pixie, or if you want to help me screen who Bob and Jane should date, send me an email: angrygirlfriend@gmail.com.
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Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
My Secret Online Life Part I: Bob & Jane
I obviously have way too much free time on my hands. I have more online persona's that sometimes I forget who I'm suppose to be. But today, I wanted to talk about my online persona, Bob.
Bob is a character I invented on eHarmony. He's a 35-year-old, white male, who has a Masters in Psychology. He's also everything I always knew I never wanted in a man.
He's conceded, arrogant, self-absorbed, and much of his other character traits are based off of Cornholio.
I created Bob as a way of seeing how many woman would be interested in such an asshole. To my surprise, a lot more then I had suspected. Must be a lot of desperate woman out there.
I have a hard time keeping up with Bob's email because his inbox is flooded with mail from woman who want to date him.
I guess you could say that Bob is an online pimp.
Jane is my persona on Ashley Madison which is a site for married people to find other people to have discreet affairs with. Twisted, ain't it?
Jane is 29-years-old, happily married for 3 years and is just looking for a little extra curricular activities.
She's feisty, horny, loud mouth, kinky, and more then willing to try anything, and I mean anything.
Keeping up with her email is nearly impossible and sometimes requires me to ask my friends for help. Of course, they all think I'm crazy.
But I like to think of myself as Bob and Jane's personal assistant. Even if they don't exist. The best part about working for Bob and Jane is that I get to read all their naughty emails and reply to them.
Sometime I start to feel guilty case it almost feels like I'm invading their privacy, but then I remember that they don't actually exist and I stop feeling guilty.
Bob is a character I invented on eHarmony. He's a 35-year-old, white male, who has a Masters in Psychology. He's also everything I always knew I never wanted in a man.
He's conceded, arrogant, self-absorbed, and much of his other character traits are based off of Cornholio.
I created Bob as a way of seeing how many woman would be interested in such an asshole. To my surprise, a lot more then I had suspected. Must be a lot of desperate woman out there.
I have a hard time keeping up with Bob's email because his inbox is flooded with mail from woman who want to date him.
I guess you could say that Bob is an online pimp.
Jane is my persona on Ashley Madison which is a site for married people to find other people to have discreet affairs with. Twisted, ain't it?
Jane is 29-years-old, happily married for 3 years and is just looking for a little extra curricular activities.
She's feisty, horny, loud mouth, kinky, and more then willing to try anything, and I mean anything.
Keeping up with her email is nearly impossible and sometimes requires me to ask my friends for help. Of course, they all think I'm crazy.
But I like to think of myself as Bob and Jane's personal assistant. Even if they don't exist. The best part about working for Bob and Jane is that I get to read all their naughty emails and reply to them.
Sometime I start to feel guilty case it almost feels like I'm invading their privacy, but then I remember that they don't actually exist and I stop feeling guilty.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Finding God
While at the grocery store yesterday, I ran into this girl I know. No one really important or even relevant in my life, just one of those people I know. Up until yesterday, I hadn't seen or heard from here since September.
Here's her bio in as little words as possible:
She met and married her husband after dating for 3 very short months. Right off the jump, she was trying to change him. No more going out with his friends or family, no more drinking, no more fun basically.
They have pretty much had a turbulent marriage from the beginning. I mean all marriages are work but when you marry someone you barely know, I can only assume it's even more work. They broke up and got back together more times in their first year of marriage then I really care to count. I couldn't figure out why they even bothered.
Then she wanted a baby. So they tried, and after about 5 miscarriages or so (apparently she was high risk because of her overweight issue), she finally gets pregnant and carries to term.
The child is turning 1-years-old soon, and the 3-year marriage is headed towards divorce. Or so she told me. But then again, it's not the first time she's told me this.
Anyways, at this point, she's moved out with their child and claims to be attending church 3 days a week because she feels the need to "find God".
Which brings me to my topic:
What the hell is it with people who go through a minor bump in the road and now suddenly that shit ain't going so well, they feel the need to "find God"?
I swear I'm not an anti-Christ, (I'm more like the Devils Advocate), but I've never understood why people feel compelled to find God when life doesn't go their way.
Who the hell says that God even wants you to find Him (why do they capitalize "Him"?)?
Maybe God doesn't even like you anymore cause you only come around when you want help. Maybe God is tired of helping your sorry ass feel better about yourself and your crappy ass life. Of course, this is all assuming that there is even a God.
My point is this:
Even if you do find God, it's not gonna change the fact that your life sucks asshole. There are still going to be times when you want to self medicate yourself with booze, pills, or whatever the hell else is out there.
The only thing that finding God will change is the amount of money you spend on gas to get to and from church and the disposable income you once had, because after finding God, all you're disposable income will be going into the collection plate at church.
To all you God seekers,
Good luck with that. I'm about to go find God so I can get some wine and get drunk for free!
Here's her bio in as little words as possible:
She met and married her husband after dating for 3 very short months. Right off the jump, she was trying to change him. No more going out with his friends or family, no more drinking, no more fun basically.
They have pretty much had a turbulent marriage from the beginning. I mean all marriages are work but when you marry someone you barely know, I can only assume it's even more work. They broke up and got back together more times in their first year of marriage then I really care to count. I couldn't figure out why they even bothered.
Then she wanted a baby. So they tried, and after about 5 miscarriages or so (apparently she was high risk because of her overweight issue), she finally gets pregnant and carries to term.
The child is turning 1-years-old soon, and the 3-year marriage is headed towards divorce. Or so she told me. But then again, it's not the first time she's told me this.
Anyways, at this point, she's moved out with their child and claims to be attending church 3 days a week because she feels the need to "find God".
Which brings me to my topic:
What the hell is it with people who go through a minor bump in the road and now suddenly that shit ain't going so well, they feel the need to "find God"?
I swear I'm not an anti-Christ, (I'm more like the Devils Advocate), but I've never understood why people feel compelled to find God when life doesn't go their way.
Who the hell says that God even wants you to find Him (why do they capitalize "Him"?)?
Maybe God doesn't even like you anymore cause you only come around when you want help. Maybe God is tired of helping your sorry ass feel better about yourself and your crappy ass life. Of course, this is all assuming that there is even a God.
My point is this:
Even if you do find God, it's not gonna change the fact that your life sucks asshole. There are still going to be times when you want to self medicate yourself with booze, pills, or whatever the hell else is out there.
The only thing that finding God will change is the amount of money you spend on gas to get to and from church and the disposable income you once had, because after finding God, all you're disposable income will be going into the collection plate at church.
To all you God seekers,
Good luck with that. I'm about to go find God so I can get some wine and get drunk for free!
Friday, September 21, 2007
Say What You Want
It’s inevitable that not everyone will get along. But what do you do when you’re disliked simply for being the person who you are?
I don’t mean that you’re a bad person by nature, rather I’m referring to those of us who are sometimes just to blunt or honest for the comfort of most.
Chances are, if you’re anything like me, you may say, “to hell with it”, or my personal favorite, “if you don’t like it, then go fuck yourself”, and move on. I tend to be the kind of person who finds humor when a person dislikes me, especially when they go through extreme measures to show their dislike towards me.
There’s no point in dwelling over people who talk shit about you. Hey, if its not you their taking shit about, it’s bound to be someone else. It’s one of those bad qualities with being human, but I guess it comes with the territory.
But you know what? Life is too short to worry about what others might be thinking or saying about you, and there’s not much you can do to change a persons opinion once they’ve decided that they don’t care for your way of being.
On that note, I say fuck it. Just let them say what they want. In the end, you know that you’re probably a better person then them anyways, so it really doesn’t matter.
If they don’t like you, it’s probably just because they’re intimidated, jealous, or just wish that they could posses that certain quality that makes you stand out in eyes of others.
Regardless of the shit people say, you should always stay true to who you really are, and just enjoy yourself and enjoy life in general.
I don’t mean that you’re a bad person by nature, rather I’m referring to those of us who are sometimes just to blunt or honest for the comfort of most.
Chances are, if you’re anything like me, you may say, “to hell with it”, or my personal favorite, “if you don’t like it, then go fuck yourself”, and move on. I tend to be the kind of person who finds humor when a person dislikes me, especially when they go through extreme measures to show their dislike towards me.
There’s no point in dwelling over people who talk shit about you. Hey, if its not you their taking shit about, it’s bound to be someone else. It’s one of those bad qualities with being human, but I guess it comes with the territory.
But you know what? Life is too short to worry about what others might be thinking or saying about you, and there’s not much you can do to change a persons opinion once they’ve decided that they don’t care for your way of being.
On that note, I say fuck it. Just let them say what they want. In the end, you know that you’re probably a better person then them anyways, so it really doesn’t matter.
If they don’t like you, it’s probably just because they’re intimidated, jealous, or just wish that they could posses that certain quality that makes you stand out in eyes of others.
Regardless of the shit people say, you should always stay true to who you really are, and just enjoy yourself and enjoy life in general.
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