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Man Drought or Loser Flood?
Started this discussion. Last reply by Dawn Dash Jul 29, 2011. 35 Replies 0 Likes
So apparently there's a 'Man Drought'in Sydney.People have been banging on about it for ages. How there's far more twenty-something and…Continue
Holiday Sex
Started this discussion. Last reply by Pearl Apr 19, 2011. 13 Replies 0 Likes
My latest post is about somebody I shagged whilst on holiday. It then made me realise that a few of my 'Walk of Shame' stories have occured whilst…Continue
Friends With Benefits
Started this discussion. Last reply by Dawn Dash Mar 21, 2011. 22 Replies 0 Likes
My last post was about my F-buddy. Just wondering does anybody else have experience with this? Does no-strings-attached-sex ever really work?…Continue
Ever sent a wayward text message to the wrong person?
Started this discussion. Last reply by Stephanie McGrew Mar 25, 2011. 14 Replies 0 Likes
I'm wondering, is anybody out there as stupid as I am? On a number of occasions I've sent a text message I have written about somebody to that particular somebody. I know, my own ridiculousness even…Continue
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- Where do you live:
- Sydney, Australia
- Relationship Status:
- Single
- About Me:
- Dawn Dash currently resides in Sydney, Australia. She describes herself as being ‘twenty-something’, however ‘pushing thirty’ would be slightly more accurate. She presently holds employment that involves sitting behind a computer screen for a large portion of the day, attempting to resist the flirtatious advances of the snack vending machine. Dawn has a penchant for drinking vodka, lime and sodas, followed by drunkenly gorging herself on tomato sauce sandwiches. Clearly, she has no boyfriend. However, her mum tells her she’s pretty.
But then, mums kind of have to say that, don’t they?
- Website:
- http://dawndash.wordpress.com
- Age:
- 28
- How long have you been blogging:
- About a year.
- Fill in the blank: "People who like _________ will love my blog!"
- Picture this: you’re frantically searching for your clothes on the floor of a foreign bedroom, ferreting amongst greasy pizza boxes and body odour infested garments. A guy you barely know and only mildly remember is slumbering noisily on the bed, stark naked. After hastily redressing yourself in last night’s cigarette scented frock, you continue to furtively scan the dirty carpet for your underwear. Only, what colour knickers were you wearing last night anyway? The blue boy-legs? The pink thong? No, you’re pretty sure it was the purple lacy pair. And there they are – half jammed underneath his sleeping cheek. Quietly cursing, you decide it would be far too risky to extract them, instead deciding to go commando. Grabbing your shoes, you begin your stealthy exit.
You tiptoe through the filthy lounge room, out the front door, then down the communal apartment stairs that assault your sensitive nostrils with the stench of curry. Blessedly, you finally find yourself deposited outside, on the safety of the footpath. However, the feeling of relief is short-lived. A car slowly ambles past, driven by an overweight balding man. He ogles your scantily covered cleavage and smiles conspiratorially, beeping the horn with a lecherous leer.
As you stumble along the street a sickening sense of dread washes over you as you quickly realise you have no idea where you are. The surrounding houses are unfamiliar, the street signs alien. With mounting horror you spy your reflection in the window of a parked car. Your once pristine make-up is now ungracefully smudged from a night spent fornicating, creating the unflattering illusion of two black eyes. Then there’s your hair; so colossally frizzy it could rival the afro of a young Michael Jackson.
Feeling a sudden wave of nausea, you turn and heave into an innocent rose bush planted in a front garden. Wiping your vomit-streaked mouth, you look up and catch the appalled and condemning eye of a blue-rinsed elderly lady on her way to early morning mass. Mortified, you scurry off down the footpath.
Does this sound familiar? Welcome, friend. You too have undertaken The Walk of Shame.
- What makes you different from other bloggers?
- I am who I am. And my mum thinks I'm fabulous.
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"I am who I am. And my mum thinks I'm fabulous."
I almost cried it's so ridiculously perfectly like me. I can't think of anyone who loves me more than her. Despite everything that I do wrong and no matter how much I hate myself for it.
Let's be friends?
P.S. I may or may not have made a couple walk of shames ;)
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-Sara :)
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