May 31, 2002
May 29, 2002
Dude.
They fired my boss.
::cackles::
Dude.
::giggles::
They fired my boss.
::cackles::
Dude.
::giggles::
May 28, 2002
I make miracles happen.
Yesterday I found out I had to travel the rest of the week. So it's been quite a challenge to get my plane tickets, my taxi vouchers and my expenses money. But it's all here, baby. I just need to pick my laptop and be on my merry way tomorrow.
However, when I get back, I need to make more travel plans. Because I have to go ask for Andy's hand to his parents, and I'll join the Episode III NY Line. That's in three years, but planning is everything.
Why am I doing that? Blame Lauren, but not much, because there are hot geeky boys there. Are they shallow? Are they smart? Are they whiny? Who cares. They're cute.
Oh, and I saw the XF Finale last night, which deserves a whole post. I wish I could be more eloquent at this moment, but all I can really say right now is that I ran out of tears. Yeah, I'm a sap. Bite me.
Yesterday I found out I had to travel the rest of the week. So it's been quite a challenge to get my plane tickets, my taxi vouchers and my expenses money. But it's all here, baby. I just need to pick my laptop and be on my merry way tomorrow.
However, when I get back, I need to make more travel plans. Because I have to go ask for Andy's hand to his parents, and I'll join the Episode III NY Line. That's in three years, but planning is everything.
Why am I doing that? Blame Lauren, but not much, because there are hot geeky boys there. Are they shallow? Are they smart? Are they whiny? Who cares. They're cute.
Oh, and I saw the XF Finale last night, which deserves a whole post. I wish I could be more eloquent at this moment, but all I can really say right now is that I ran out of tears. Yeah, I'm a sap. Bite me.
May 27, 2002
Browsing through CelebMatch.com, I found this:
The power of coincidence! Lij and Stuart are LOTR-related. I'm having Justin issues. Wilmer Valderrama is Venezuelan and Josh Hartnett and I share birthdays on the same day, but he's a year younger than me. Creeeepy.
Other than that, the only guy older than me there is Stuart Townsend. Depressing.
The power of coincidence! Lij and Stuart are LOTR-related. I'm having Justin issues. Wilmer Valderrama is Venezuelan and Josh Hartnett and I share birthdays on the same day, but he's a year younger than me. Creeeepy.
Other than that, the only guy older than me there is Stuart Townsend. Depressing.
I have. The XF Finale tape in my hand. I have the fucking tape!!! Wheee!!
::pees self::
::pees self::
May 26, 2002
I'm about go get TMI here, so bear with me for a moment while I tell you about last night's dream.
Well, I have to say you haven't had a weird dream until you've dreamt you're in an orgy. Those things are just fucking bizarre. See, out of the blue I'm there in the middle of one when the good stuff has already started. It was like being in a human dumpster, but everyone there was pretty much alive. Believe me.
So, as I said, I was in the middle of an orgy wondering who were those people, because I didn't know anyone there. Which is weird per se, because someone must have brought me there, don't you think? But maybe this person was otherwise engaged in other, um, activities. So there I was, wondering what was I doing there, surrounded bu all these stangers. And woah, where are you sticking that finger, dude? Who's that guy sucking my toes? Are those big breasts I'm feeling being rubbed against my back? And omigod, is that a woman going down on me? I hope so, because there's no way that guy's dick is fitting in here. No-oh.
I was freeeeeeaked out. Which is a shame, because I think I would have enjoyed the dream more if the bodily-fluids-sans-condom situation wasn't that worrying. However, it seemed I wasn't going anywhere. And I stayed there for a while, being fucked like an inflatable doll in a frat party.
I woke up feeling a little abused, I must admit.
Anyway.
Oh yeah, my twin soul is having her 25th birthday today. I love you, Tate!
Well, I have to say you haven't had a weird dream until you've dreamt you're in an orgy. Those things are just fucking bizarre. See, out of the blue I'm there in the middle of one when the good stuff has already started. It was like being in a human dumpster, but everyone there was pretty much alive. Believe me.
So, as I said, I was in the middle of an orgy wondering who were those people, because I didn't know anyone there. Which is weird per se, because someone must have brought me there, don't you think? But maybe this person was otherwise engaged in other, um, activities. So there I was, wondering what was I doing there, surrounded bu all these stangers. And woah, where are you sticking that finger, dude? Who's that guy sucking my toes? Are those big breasts I'm feeling being rubbed against my back? And omigod, is that a woman going down on me? I hope so, because there's no way that guy's dick is fitting in here. No-oh.
I was freeeeeeaked out. Which is a shame, because I think I would have enjoyed the dream more if the bodily-fluids-sans-condom situation wasn't that worrying. However, it seemed I wasn't going anywhere. And I stayed there for a while, being fucked like an inflatable doll in a frat party.
I woke up feeling a little abused, I must admit.
Anyway.
Oh yeah, my twin soul is having her 25th birthday today. I love you, Tate!
May 24, 2002
Ack! A Zurich Corporate Head Honcho visited the department this morning. Dude, somebody should tell me about these things, because today it's Friday and I'm in casual Friday attire -- jeans and sneakers. I could have dressed up for this thing and look like, mature. Not that my office wall covered in LOTR pictures would have made him thought I'm not really 12 years old, but still... ugh.
Friday Five | May 24, 2002 | What dreams are made of...
1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having?
Making out with Peter Krause. LOL. But damn, he's good.
2. Do you have any recurring dreams?
I tend to dream a lot with people who's no longer in my life for one reason or another, in particular if they were (or are) special and precious to me. They keep on haunting me in my dreams. And what happens in the dreams? Well, I bump into them on the street, we take a walk, have deep, meaningful convesations... it's as if we had an imaginary second chance to really meet. Hmm.
3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?
Actually, on Wednesday night I had a pretty scary one, but the usual nightmares involve my apartment building falling down while we're sleeping inside or my grandmother dying. Curious tidbit -- no matter what's happening on my nightmares, they all take place in the sunrise or the sunset. Always.
4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?
I've always considered writing them down because I've had some interesting dreams, to say the least. However, I always forget to grab a notepad and pen and actually write them down. Therefore, I forget the dreams. Bad Miggie.
5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it?
Well, now that I know what they are, the vast majority of my dreams are lucid -- but I choose not to influence their outcome. I enjoy whatever is happening around me, whether it is the rain, or a traffic jam or a caress. You feel them as if they were really happening, and it's whole virtual multimedia experience. Which can be sucky if I'm having a nightmare.
1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having?
Making out with Peter Krause. LOL. But damn, he's good.
2. Do you have any recurring dreams?
I tend to dream a lot with people who's no longer in my life for one reason or another, in particular if they were (or are) special and precious to me. They keep on haunting me in my dreams. And what happens in the dreams? Well, I bump into them on the street, we take a walk, have deep, meaningful convesations... it's as if we had an imaginary second chance to really meet. Hmm.
3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?
Actually, on Wednesday night I had a pretty scary one, but the usual nightmares involve my apartment building falling down while we're sleeping inside or my grandmother dying. Curious tidbit -- no matter what's happening on my nightmares, they all take place in the sunrise or the sunset. Always.
4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?
I've always considered writing them down because I've had some interesting dreams, to say the least. However, I always forget to grab a notepad and pen and actually write them down. Therefore, I forget the dreams. Bad Miggie.
5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it?
Well, now that I know what they are, the vast majority of my dreams are lucid -- but I choose not to influence their outcome. I enjoy whatever is happening around me, whether it is the rain, or a traffic jam or a caress. You feel them as if they were really happening, and it's whole virtual multimedia experience. Which can be sucky if I'm having a nightmare.
May 23, 2002
Lee told me that my Amazon wishlist doesn't work. So after an insightful analysis, I seem to have found what the problem was. And solved it.
Well, I think I did.
Click on the wishlist link at the left and please tell me you don't get your own wishlist.
You don't?
Good. Now buy me something pretty.
Well, I think I did.
Click on the wishlist link at the left and please tell me you don't get your own wishlist.
You don't?
Good. Now buy me something pretty.
When I woke up, I thought it was Friday. I even went to do the Friday Five and almost cried when I found out it was Thursday. Ack. On top of things, I'm not feeling very well. I have an all-body ache, including a palpitating headache and a nice wooziness.
Today's also the 23rd, and for some reason, I've been obsessing over this date the whole week, as if there's something I'm forgetting or missing. A birthday? A special date? I don't know what was I supposed to remember and it's driving me crazy.
I also had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt I was walking home, and the sidewalk was not only amber, but with people inside of it like fossils, frozen in time. It was horrible to walk over them, because I felt I was stepping on them. Turns out you had to dig them out and they would "defrost" and come back to life -- I remember we dug a lot of them, especially the ones on our front sidewalk. However, the really creepy thing was when you looked outside the window of the apartment -- all the sidewalks in our block and the block across had these... buried people in amber. Everything around us was also lit on this orange-yellow light, like a sunset.
The only explanation my dream gave me was that the earth started moving and swallowed the people. The next day, when I got out of the building, there were HUGE craters that the firemen had opened to dig these people out. ::shudders::
Today's also the 23rd, and for some reason, I've been obsessing over this date the whole week, as if there's something I'm forgetting or missing. A birthday? A special date? I don't know what was I supposed to remember and it's driving me crazy.
I also had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt I was walking home, and the sidewalk was not only amber, but with people inside of it like fossils, frozen in time. It was horrible to walk over them, because I felt I was stepping on them. Turns out you had to dig them out and they would "defrost" and come back to life -- I remember we dug a lot of them, especially the ones on our front sidewalk. However, the really creepy thing was when you looked outside the window of the apartment -- all the sidewalks in our block and the block across had these... buried people in amber. Everything around us was also lit on this orange-yellow light, like a sunset.
The only explanation my dream gave me was that the earth started moving and swallowed the people. The next day, when I got out of the building, there were HUGE craters that the firemen had opened to dig these people out. ::shudders::
May 22, 2002
Post, Blogger! Post, bitch!
[update: Well, that worked.]
[update: Well, that worked.]
Things I've learned today:
1.- Buffy also has awful episodes, like "Wrecked." It was so bad I cringed -- not even Nekkid!Spike could save that one.
2.- Any post with a "NO SPOILERS" header will eventually have spoilers on it.
3.- You haven't lived until you've listened to Placebo and Roxy Music. Loud.
4.- Temporary files will eat away all your RAM memory in a matter of seconds. Big d'uh, but yeah.
5.- If you headbang for an hour, your neck will hurt the next day.
6.- Quenya is harder than I thought it was.
7.- Amazon never, ever lets me down.
8.- People have weirder boyfriend stories than I thought they would.
9.- The nicest people come from the strangest places.
10.- Deciding a tattoo design is the task of a lifetime.
1.- Buffy also has awful episodes, like "Wrecked." It was so bad I cringed -- not even Nekkid!Spike could save that one.
2.- Any post with a "NO SPOILERS" header will eventually have spoilers on it.
3.- You haven't lived until you've listened to Placebo and Roxy Music. Loud.
4.- Temporary files will eat away all your RAM memory in a matter of seconds. Big d'uh, but yeah.
5.- If you headbang for an hour, your neck will hurt the next day.
6.- Quenya is harder than I thought it was.
7.- Amazon never, ever lets me down.
8.- People have weirder boyfriend stories than I thought they would.
9.- The nicest people come from the strangest places.
10.- Deciding a tattoo design is the task of a lifetime.
May 21, 2002
Notice new egotistical banner on the left -- my birthday's coming soon in July -- along with with my first anniversary of blogging.
How appropriate! If you let your heand wander a little further down, you'll see a wishlist there.
I amaze myself sometimes.
How appropriate! If you let your heand wander a little further down, you'll see a wishlist there.
I amaze myself sometimes.
Well, I told you yesterday that Max took me to Paris right? Well, things got way much better after that. He took me to this restaurant and he said he loved me. We eloped to some tropical place together and thus ended the game.
::sigh::
I'm gonna miss him. Yes, I'm pathetic.
::sigh::
I'm gonna miss him. Yes, I'm pathetic.
Your Daily Horoscope for May 21, 2002:
Dear Miggie,
One thing is for sure, you would rather be in bed with a good book than out in the stressful world we live in. But you may be feeling like you're missing out on some of the good things in life. How much time do you spend with other people? Why not try finding someone else who shares your tastes for good books and being in bed?! Think about it!
Well, now if things were THAT easy.
Dear Miggie,
One thing is for sure, you would rather be in bed with a good book than out in the stressful world we live in. But you may be feeling like you're missing out on some of the good things in life. How much time do you spend with other people? Why not try finding someone else who shares your tastes for good books and being in bed?! Think about it!
Well, now if things were THAT easy.
May 20, 2002
As half the world knows already, The X-Files finale was yesterday. I have no idea what happened, but I didn't want to miss the highlights for future viewings. So to the Haven and to the X-Shrine I went, and downloaded a few clips. Well, the only thing I know so far is that there's some lovin', but I assumed that. :p
However, my Tums-inebriated self had to post a plea in Scullyfic and see if someone could tape a copy of the episode for me, and YAY! I found like, the greatest, sweetest phile ever -- she'll send the tape tomorrow and include a couple more episodes. I'm peeing myself in utter joy.
But that's not the only good thing -- today Max took me to Paris! I'm smitten. And I downloaded the new Oasis video for "Stop Crying Your Heart Out." It's 63MB of pure, classic bliss. Hot Liam. Yummy Noel. Dreamy Andy. Cute Gem. Pretty Alan.
And isn't Viggo just... perfect?
::happy sigh::
However, my Tums-inebriated self had to post a plea in Scullyfic and see if someone could tape a copy of the episode for me, and YAY! I found like, the greatest, sweetest phile ever -- she'll send the tape tomorrow and include a couple more episodes. I'm peeing myself in utter joy.
But that's not the only good thing -- today Max took me to Paris! I'm smitten. And I downloaded the new Oasis video for "Stop Crying Your Heart Out." It's 63MB of pure, classic bliss. Hot Liam. Yummy Noel. Dreamy Andy. Cute Gem. Pretty Alan.
And isn't Viggo just... perfect?
::happy sigh::
May 18, 2002
I think the XF finale thing is starting to get to me. Which is silly, since I won't be watching the finale until August. But I'm nostalgic and out of control. I'm all weepy and sad.
::sigh::
On happier news, I just saw this week's Buffy ep and boy, Buffy and Spike were fucking against the wall there. I think they were fucking because I heard a zipper and she seemed to be riding that vampire like she meant it, but I mean, she was wearing a long, tight leather skirt. Spike must have magic fingers.
Oh, and Max made me a great dinner tonight at his place. And we made out for so long I missed the last bus. So I have to stay over tonight. Hehee.
Must run -- Band of Brothers finale in 5 minutes.
::sigh::
On happier news, I just saw this week's Buffy ep and boy, Buffy and Spike were fucking against the wall there. I think they were fucking because I heard a zipper and she seemed to be riding that vampire like she meant it, but I mean, she was wearing a long, tight leather skirt. Spike must have magic fingers.
Oh, and Max made me a great dinner tonight at his place. And we made out for so long I missed the last bus. So I have to stay over tonight. Hehee.
Must run -- Band of Brothers finale in 5 minutes.
May 17, 2002
Fuck it all to hell.
See, the 15th was pay day. They pay us a part the second week and another the third week of the month. And I responsibly went and paid all my credit cards yesterday. I was left with $20 to spend my weekend at home, so that shouldn't be spent.
But guess what? We're not being paid the third week of the month in May. They'll pay everything on the 30th.
That means I'm broke and only have like $20 to mantain myself for two weeks.
Motherfuckers.
See, the 15th was pay day. They pay us a part the second week and another the third week of the month. And I responsibly went and paid all my credit cards yesterday. I was left with $20 to spend my weekend at home, so that shouldn't be spent.
But guess what? We're not being paid the third week of the month in May. They'll pay everything on the 30th.
That means I'm broke and only have like $20 to mantain myself for two weeks.
Motherfuckers.
Friday Five | May 17, 2002 | Give Me A Head With Hair
1. What shampoo do you use?
I switch between Herbal Essences and Pantene on a monthly basis.
2. Do you use conditioner? What kind?
See above. It has to be the Deep Conditioning ones, though, because I tend to have dry hair.
3. When was the last time you got your hair cut?
Long ago, if my split ends are any indication. I need an urgent cut.
4. What styling products do you use?
Not many -- I have a leave on Herbal Essences conditioner and a bottle of liquid silicone to tame down the frizz after blow-drying it and add a little shine. I'm really low maintenance. No mousse, no gel, no fancy stuff.
5. What's your worst hair-related experience?
When I was a teenager, I compulsively pulled my hair out -- the ones I thought belonged to the "bad hair" category. I did that for about two years, and believe me, I was balding, but I couldn't stop doing it.
Recently I discovered that the hair-pulling thing is a common but brief mental illness, especially among teenegers (!!). I really don't remember how it's called now, but I do remember I was shocked when I found out about it.
1. What shampoo do you use?
I switch between Herbal Essences and Pantene on a monthly basis.
2. Do you use conditioner? What kind?
See above. It has to be the Deep Conditioning ones, though, because I tend to have dry hair.
3. When was the last time you got your hair cut?
Long ago, if my split ends are any indication. I need an urgent cut.
4. What styling products do you use?
Not many -- I have a leave on Herbal Essences conditioner and a bottle of liquid silicone to tame down the frizz after blow-drying it and add a little shine. I'm really low maintenance. No mousse, no gel, no fancy stuff.
5. What's your worst hair-related experience?
When I was a teenager, I compulsively pulled my hair out -- the ones I thought belonged to the "bad hair" category. I did that for about two years, and believe me, I was balding, but I couldn't stop doing it.
Recently I discovered that the hair-pulling thing is a common but brief mental illness, especially among teenegers (!!). I really don't remember how it's called now, but I do remember I was shocked when I found out about it.
All the people that IMed me last night and earlier this morning, you know who you are -- I'M SORRY.
I wasn't being rude -- I had a dumb moment before leaving the office yesterday and forgot to sign off. So that's why I never replied.
I'm so sorry.
And Andy, you're the cute guy at the left next to the window, looking at the camera. <.g>
I wasn't being rude -- I had a dumb moment before leaving the office yesterday and forgot to sign off. So that's why I never replied.
I'm so sorry.
And Andy, you're the cute guy at the left next to the window, looking at the camera. <.g>
May 16, 2002
Today's hair arrangement: Leia buns.
Heheee.
Heheee.
May 15, 2002
I'm still at work and I'm positively putrid and tired.
But the good thing is that I'm the only one left and I can put my computer speakers to good use, blasting Moulin Rouge and John Williams.
Bliss.
But the good thing is that I'm the only one left and I can put my computer speakers to good use, blasting Moulin Rouge and John Williams.
Bliss.
You see, I've always had a weakness for pretty boys.
Things got worse when I saw Velvet Goldmine last night. Sensing something, I decided to tape it just in case, and I think I made myself a huge favor, because I ended up being high. I could see pretty boys with makeup, outrageous clothes and platform shoes, with pouty lips and a gaze to die for. See wigs! See Faux!Bowie! See Faux!IggyPop! See the glitter! See the blue hair! It was a slash fantasy come true.
::sigh::
Oh, and it had Ewan McGregor being a raw sexual beast, so life doesn't get much better than that. He rendered me speechless with his first scene. I was positively gaping. And maybe drooling.
Predictably, I'm on glam overdrive today. So let me bask in the glow of my chiffon and taffeta.
Things got worse when I saw Velvet Goldmine last night. Sensing something, I decided to tape it just in case, and I think I made myself a huge favor, because I ended up being high. I could see pretty boys with makeup, outrageous clothes and platform shoes, with pouty lips and a gaze to die for. See wigs! See Faux!Bowie! See Faux!IggyPop! See the glitter! See the blue hair! It was a slash fantasy come true.
::sigh::
Oh, and it had Ewan McGregor being a raw sexual beast, so life doesn't get much better than that. He rendered me speechless with his first scene. I was positively gaping. And maybe drooling.
Predictably, I'm on glam overdrive today. So let me bask in the glow of my chiffon and taffeta.
May 14, 2002
Yay! Amazon shipped my new Moby CD today.
::bounces::
::bounces::
Bad, bad, AWFUL day.
I'm overworked and I don't wanna do anything. I feel like screaming "FUCK OFF!!" to everyone that comes near my desk.
The office is freezing, which does not help my cramps at all.
I'm all swollen due to liquid retention, and I look like a Teletubby.
I also have to figure out why the site archives aren't working. But my computer keeps on freezing (Blue Screen of Death Count: 17).
The icing on the cake? The Ex calls. To see how I'm doing, he says. After a 10-minute conversation I had to cut off because "I have a meeting and everybody's waiting for me" I lock myself in the bathroom for an hour trying to understand WHY am I not over him yet. He's gonna haunt me forever, I swear.
Predictably, puffy eyes have joined the party.
Yeah, I'm hot.
On the good side, I think I found my next UST couple. Couldn't find any smutty fic, though.
I'm overworked and I don't wanna do anything. I feel like screaming "FUCK OFF!!" to everyone that comes near my desk.
The office is freezing, which does not help my cramps at all.
I'm all swollen due to liquid retention, and I look like a Teletubby.
I also have to figure out why the site archives aren't working. But my computer keeps on freezing (Blue Screen of Death Count: 17).
The icing on the cake? The Ex calls. To see how I'm doing, he says. After a 10-minute conversation I had to cut off because "I have a meeting and everybody's waiting for me" I lock myself in the bathroom for an hour trying to understand WHY am I not over him yet. He's gonna haunt me forever, I swear.
Predictably, puffy eyes have joined the party.
Yeah, I'm hot.
On the good side, I think I found my next UST couple. Couldn't find any smutty fic, though.
May 13, 2002
New layout up! I'm working on some kinks, but it looks good. :-)
New layout coming soon.
May 10, 2002
Hehee.
No Friday Five today either. Am sad.
May 8, 2002
The pan of Galadriel
But suddenly the pan went altogether green-ish, as green-ish as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the rose abyss there appeared a single flea that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the pan. So stinky was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to sing or to withdraw his gaze. The flea was rimmed with fire, but was itself faggy, sagging as a llama, watchful and intent, and the rose slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
Then the flea began to fart, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not curse him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his left buttock grew heavy, heavier than a great dildo, and his left buttock was dragged downwards. The pan seemed to be growing deep and curls of baguette were rising from the thong. He was yelling forward.
Fire and Water
'Come hither!' he cried to his go-go dancers. 'Come, if you are not all skanky!' Then 31 of them killed up the vegetables to him. Swiftly he snatched a maxi-pad from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the maxi-pad amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.
Then Denethor shat upon the table, and standing there wreathed in lillies and charriots he took the bottle of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his head. Casting the pieces into the blaze he sucked and laid himself on the table, clasping the toenail with both testicles upon his thumb. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that toenail, unless he had great strength of bellybutton to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two hairy tomatoes dancing in flame.
Gandalf in grief and excitement turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, horrendous upon the threshold, while those outside heard the horny roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a funny fart, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by slutty horses.
These insightful MadLibs were brought to you by The Barrow-Downs.
But suddenly the pan went altogether green-ish, as green-ish as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the rose abyss there appeared a single flea that slowly grew, until it filled nearly all the pan. So stinky was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to sing or to withdraw his gaze. The flea was rimmed with fire, but was itself faggy, sagging as a llama, watchful and intent, and the rose slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
Then the flea began to fart, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things it sought he himself was one. But he also knew it could not curse him - not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his left buttock grew heavy, heavier than a great dildo, and his left buttock was dragged downwards. The pan seemed to be growing deep and curls of baguette were rising from the thong. He was yelling forward.
Fire and Water
'Come hither!' he cried to his go-go dancers. 'Come, if you are not all skanky!' Then 31 of them killed up the vegetables to him. Swiftly he snatched a maxi-pad from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the maxi-pad amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.
Then Denethor shat upon the table, and standing there wreathed in lillies and charriots he took the bottle of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his head. Casting the pieces into the blaze he sucked and laid himself on the table, clasping the toenail with both testicles upon his thumb. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that toenail, unless he had great strength of bellybutton to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two hairy tomatoes dancing in flame.
Gandalf in grief and excitement turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, horrendous upon the threshold, while those outside heard the horny roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a funny fart, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by slutty horses.
These insightful MadLibs were brought to you by The Barrow-Downs.
May 6, 2002
There's a recurrent search for people that find my site: Angelina Jolie and Peta Wilson kissing.
I always read that and thought, "yeah, riiiight." But I gave in to temptation and ran a search in Google.
And yeah, I found them kissing. And dancing, too.
You have NO idea how much I like these pics.
I always read that and thought, "yeah, riiiight." But I gave in to temptation and ran a search in Google.
And yeah, I found them kissing. And dancing, too.
You have NO idea how much I like these pics.
I'm having a Major Hair Issue.
See, I dyed my hair with this sexy reddish hue back in December. I loved it. Then the color got eww-y and, eventually, my roots started to grow again. Nature and her wicked ways. Now, my hair is dark brown, and last week I decided I couldn't stand my sucky hair no more, and I was gonna go back to my original color. So on Saturday I went to the store and got me a box that promised me a nice, chocolate tone.
Boy, was I WRONG.
Do you know what color is my hair now? Black. Not Very Dark Brown. It's black. Dungeon depths black.
Aiiiieeeee!
When I got out of the shower, I thought: "Hey, it's wet. It looks darker than it really is."
After a revaling half hour of blow-drying, I faced the truth.
Now, I must admit it looks WAY better than it was, split ends and all, but this is radical stuff. It's all goth. I'm gonna have to dress for this hair now. I think.
As for reviews, well, 75% have said "wow, hot!" and 25% "well, that's certainly different." Unfortunately, the closest thing to a "do I look fat on this?" boyfriend is miles away, and he can't really say anything about the new look on the phone. However, I have the feeling he'd like it, since he has an orange/red/yellow thing going on on the top of his head.
So far, the mirror tells me I love it, but I'm not quite comfortable with it.
What do I do? Leave it black? Wait and see if I get used to the black? Help.
::sigh::
See, I dyed my hair with this sexy reddish hue back in December. I loved it. Then the color got eww-y and, eventually, my roots started to grow again. Nature and her wicked ways. Now, my hair is dark brown, and last week I decided I couldn't stand my sucky hair no more, and I was gonna go back to my original color. So on Saturday I went to the store and got me a box that promised me a nice, chocolate tone.
Boy, was I WRONG.
Do you know what color is my hair now? Black. Not Very Dark Brown. It's black. Dungeon depths black.
Aiiiieeeee!
When I got out of the shower, I thought: "Hey, it's wet. It looks darker than it really is."
After a revaling half hour of blow-drying, I faced the truth.
Now, I must admit it looks WAY better than it was, split ends and all, but this is radical stuff. It's all goth. I'm gonna have to dress for this hair now. I think.
As for reviews, well, 75% have said "wow, hot!" and 25% "well, that's certainly different." Unfortunately, the closest thing to a "do I look fat on this?" boyfriend is miles away, and he can't really say anything about the new look on the phone. However, I have the feeling he'd like it, since he has an orange/red/yellow thing going on on the top of his head.
So far, the mirror tells me I love it, but I'm not quite comfortable with it.
What do I do? Leave it black? Wait and see if I get used to the black? Help.
::sigh::
My Nudity
For there’s more enterprise in walking naked
W.B. Yeats
Letters that are characters.
Songs that are my nudity.
Yes, I sing them, and I go without clothes among the people.
I ask you who cares about being the most naked man in the world if only beauty tucks in your body when you play on the piano.
That open song, this chant alive.
Poems, songs, a willing skin, a generous orgasm, a complete hug for every part of you, all life, my life, if I could do more, if you let yourself completely, entirely, unabbreviated, infinite, with all the chest, with all of yours, of mine, even with somebody else's, that this is not enough, that More is good. An ethereal More, that will extend itself over a forever and go on, but this is a More with an absent face, that fills me in the silence and tomorrow who knows if it will be... but today is today, and I only have poems, songs, a willing skin... this bewildered miss, a hope that already kisses my lips and relieves my soul; a hope that is danger, you say, but dangerous is not to say what you feel; is not knowing that when I write to you I also write to my feelings, dangerous is to idealize you, man with a penis who fucks as he wants, is not to have the presentiment that when I walk the flowers die of envy for this sexual halo that I exude and provokes men without knowing that is the memory of your wet, furious thrusts inside me, the ones that disturb all this sacred scent. I go naked and bold, with my tits standing up, with my mind loose, with the juices flowing on my skin, I'm going and coming every time and I laugh shamelessly and I cry for you all the same, with undiluted emotion.
Dangerous is to deny yourself and build scabs, because it's a Russian roulette to want a man like this, not only giving him this handful of disjointed fornications that I am, but... that, too, because I don't want the mission of the lover, that one of burning out of the way, I want to burn everything, in the middle of the living room, set all your house on fire and have you tell me "burn me" right here, in the middle of the chest, where it hurts.
I want to feel again your hands from the outside, feel myself on your skin, and there, where would you like to put them? You don't know what you unleash, do you? And sometimes you're a little afraid like me, because that thing about loving and not loving also happens in me... I'm already giving in to intuition, because I don't want to think, because on the dark I'm the incredible wizard that does not only want to touch your body but bury her hands up to her elbows, deeply into your guts and extract more of that hot scent of your soul that you leave whirpooling over my nape, this is my last resource to not erase you and leaving another to occupy my temple. It only rains inside and out, but I will contain myself, I won't tell you that I'm waiting for you, hibernating my emotions in a ferocious pupa... macerating my body between loneliness and love songs you know about. And is that I feel how your image is fading in the middle of this damned everyday that begs me to stop, I fear the darkness after the silence, I fear that you've forgotten me and that I'm talking to the wind, I fear that you're afraid and that you're left without lips, without desire, without me... I'm full of long nights, of longing insomniae, of a couple of your calls, of pretty laughs for you, of saudades, of an "inutil paisagem" that I sing as never before, of a what's going on?!? that stirs inside, that's becoming inmense and tenses this tired muscle of heart, squeezing it against my chest and making it wake up scared of pure doubt, of wanting to get on bended knee and ask you to call him, to think it... to love it.
(c) 2002 Jennifer Zea. Original version in Spanish here.
For there’s more enterprise in walking naked
W.B. Yeats
Letters that are characters.
Songs that are my nudity.
Yes, I sing them, and I go without clothes among the people.
I ask you who cares about being the most naked man in the world if only beauty tucks in your body when you play on the piano.
That open song, this chant alive.
Poems, songs, a willing skin, a generous orgasm, a complete hug for every part of you, all life, my life, if I could do more, if you let yourself completely, entirely, unabbreviated, infinite, with all the chest, with all of yours, of mine, even with somebody else's, that this is not enough, that More is good. An ethereal More, that will extend itself over a forever and go on, but this is a More with an absent face, that fills me in the silence and tomorrow who knows if it will be... but today is today, and I only have poems, songs, a willing skin... this bewildered miss, a hope that already kisses my lips and relieves my soul; a hope that is danger, you say, but dangerous is not to say what you feel; is not knowing that when I write to you I also write to my feelings, dangerous is to idealize you, man with a penis who fucks as he wants, is not to have the presentiment that when I walk the flowers die of envy for this sexual halo that I exude and provokes men without knowing that is the memory of your wet, furious thrusts inside me, the ones that disturb all this sacred scent. I go naked and bold, with my tits standing up, with my mind loose, with the juices flowing on my skin, I'm going and coming every time and I laugh shamelessly and I cry for you all the same, with undiluted emotion.
Dangerous is to deny yourself and build scabs, because it's a Russian roulette to want a man like this, not only giving him this handful of disjointed fornications that I am, but... that, too, because I don't want the mission of the lover, that one of burning out of the way, I want to burn everything, in the middle of the living room, set all your house on fire and have you tell me "burn me" right here, in the middle of the chest, where it hurts.
I want to feel again your hands from the outside, feel myself on your skin, and there, where would you like to put them? You don't know what you unleash, do you? And sometimes you're a little afraid like me, because that thing about loving and not loving also happens in me... I'm already giving in to intuition, because I don't want to think, because on the dark I'm the incredible wizard that does not only want to touch your body but bury her hands up to her elbows, deeply into your guts and extract more of that hot scent of your soul that you leave whirpooling over my nape, this is my last resource to not erase you and leaving another to occupy my temple. It only rains inside and out, but I will contain myself, I won't tell you that I'm waiting for you, hibernating my emotions in a ferocious pupa... macerating my body between loneliness and love songs you know about. And is that I feel how your image is fading in the middle of this damned everyday that begs me to stop, I fear the darkness after the silence, I fear that you've forgotten me and that I'm talking to the wind, I fear that you're afraid and that you're left without lips, without desire, without me... I'm full of long nights, of longing insomniae, of a couple of your calls, of pretty laughs for you, of saudades, of an "inutil paisagem" that I sing as never before, of a what's going on?!? that stirs inside, that's becoming inmense and tenses this tired muscle of heart, squeezing it against my chest and making it wake up scared of pure doubt, of wanting to get on bended knee and ask you to call him, to think it... to love it.
(c) 2002 Jennifer Zea. Original version in Spanish here.
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I swear I didn't cheat. KInky people are just meant to be together.
May 3, 2002
I made a Yatta! wallpaper. Go me!
Which comes to prove I have WAY too many free time on my hands when I'm bored at work.
Which comes to prove I have WAY too many free time on my hands when I'm bored at work.
I haven't felt like blogging lately. Everything's too blah and very un-exciting.
Except for Nikki's pic of JC's toes and the fact that today I bought myself a new pair of shoes. Velvety Mary Janes with a chunky platform. Exactly like these ones, but black. They look very cute, thank you.
Actually, buying them reminded me of how much I'd love to renew my entire wardrobe in Hot Topic.
Am also desperately finishing a new layout.
Except for Nikki's pic of JC's toes and the fact that today I bought myself a new pair of shoes. Velvety Mary Janes with a chunky platform. Exactly like these ones, but black. They look very cute, thank you.
Actually, buying them reminded me of how much I'd love to renew my entire wardrobe in Hot Topic.
Am also desperately finishing a new layout.