Sweetie Nadia’s Real Secrets

a wonderful control freak, and many fucktards.  Whoops gotsta go, a film about the “Runaway” is on. My mom loved Lita and Jon Jett.

Whoops almost forgot;

You know me, I only MENTION.  Here’s the link that gets me VERY happy http://sweetienadia.com/make-my-day.html  .  I want to thank the ones that I love talking to and the ones that I’ve never spoken to.   You can leave more then one feedback if you have bought many paymails or if you called several times in one day. ONLY if I inspired you to do so. THANKS.

Starting from my wild last Saturday night of gorgeous young talented musicians. Totally infatuated with the 18yr old (or younger) singer and it was hard to look at him in the eye. THAT never happens to me. He was surrounded by fat women who helped him and one of the last studios in NY. He listened to them and asked me to call.
I got the drummer and told them about Mike and to go to his site. They did and they called Mike (owner of studio). Thing is about Mike is that although I fuck his brains out, he knows that he’s kind of too heavy for my tight fuckable ass. He’s cool, when I get my car he’s gonna set me up with his pencil thin engineer. Hmm I don’t like too thin, but from experience, if they’re that thin, they have nice very nice cocks!

I have more about that but I must get to a relationship that I’ve started here that mentioned something I heard before. Looking at my blog and even some parts of my site you’d get the feeling that I’m a white-trash self-serving, man-bashing, narcissistic,, cursing, cunt-bitch………DON’T GET ME WRONG OR ANYTHING…. I am.

I’m a complex women who came from a wild family so I’m a bit schizoid but in a witty way. I was the youngest and shocking talk gave me the attention I wanted. People do get me when they hang out with me. I’m that same cunt that you read on my blog to losers, slaves, looser-cockholds whose mother’s first words were, “what the fuck is the gender?”

Ever since my wild Saturday night, I just want to stay home every second and practice (Fuck this fucking cat loves cantaloupe, on my desktop).  I’ve been away for a few days so today and tonight I missed you guys so much I had to log in.

My first call of the day was to a fucktard who served me well named brian (fucktards never deserve capital letters in their name) divorced, in his forties (so he probably looks for shit).
Boy I all of a sudden got so fucking tired.  I’ll write later.

Oy, this car thing makes a girl lazy, I got to work for maybe a 1/2 hour.
Paulie, I recorded us, I figure you didn’t know.  I wonder what you thought of that last call, you know how feedback gets my pussy wet.
And chew your wonderful words makes me wet each time.  I was so tired of calling and searching for cars…By the way I am never buying from a private party.  I saw this too good to be true for sale in Brooklyn (not the most greatest area to shop for a Benz), but the pictures were awesome and the price was right.  Guess what….. The phone number was disconnected.
I gather the fucker sold a lemon to some unlucky stupid cockless shmuck.. He probably got something like a three day leeway to get it checked out and then when he was told it was shit, he got the disconnected number.  CAn you imagine that?  Or the looser got the usual mechanic telling them it’s good, “buy it,” then the looser would be cumming back to the swine mechanic with all sorts of problems lol.

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& assembling Ikea shit. SO feel free to IM me go to http://sweetienadia.com IM page if you want to “get it done.”