| Grr!!! |
[Oct. 9th, 2006|11:30 am] |
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I'm getting to hate being in love... |
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[Sep. 12th, 2006|09:36 am] |
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QUESTIONS
1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER: Pirates of the carribean (sp?)
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW: Siddhartha - Herman Hesse & One flew over the cuckoo's nest - Ken Kesey.
3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME: Monopoly
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE: Not sure...
5. FAVORITE SMELLS: Limes, Apples, Roses & Herb.
6. COMFORT FOOD(S): Mac & cheese.
7. FAVORITE SOUNDS: Jet Engine Testing & Waste Management Plant Outgassing.
8. WHAT IS THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Love.
9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
What the hell was that?!?
10. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE: kfc/taco bell
11. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME: Jeremy
12. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Breathing.
13. FINISH THE STATEMENT, "IF I HAD LOTS OF MONEY, I WOULD: Be in Germany right now.
14. DO YOU DRIVE FAST? When I drive, I try to.
15. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Sometimes.
16. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Yup.
17. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? 82 Mercury Capri
18. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? Red
19. FINISH THE STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME, I WOULD LOVE TO: Win the lottery.
20. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Sure, why not??
21. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU DYE IT? It's currently black & white, I'm happy with it this way.
22. GLASS - HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? Half Full...Rum anybody??
23. HOW MANY DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED-IN? Too many to even remember.
24. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX: Not sure.
25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH: Cow Tipping.
26. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS: No one sent this to me, I jacked it from someone.
27. WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED? Boxes, dust & carpet.
All THE PEOPLE YOU EMAILED THIS TO, WHO'S THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? N/A
29. LEAST LIKELY? N/A |
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| blog...er...yeah, a blog about shit. |
[Aug. 31st, 2006|12:36 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | music |
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My roommates are starting to drive me crazy. We got a new room mate recently & there's already communication issues between me, her & E. She tells him one thing, then tells me something totally different, and somehow it's all my fault that she's not giving it to either of us straight. Grr...
It's nice having someone at the house, when she's there...
I've been alone there esentially for about 5 years. But, I don't want someone there who's going to screw up the way things have been. Grr...
We'll see how it works out. If she doesn't straighten her shit out and right quick...she's not going to work out. |
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[Aug. 21st, 2006|01:04 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | yeah. | ] |
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I want so many things, I want the cheesecake! I want my friend to be comfortable & happy in life. I want financial independence. I want to bond with almost everyone I know. And, afterwards, I want to stay in contact with all of them. It just seems proper to me. Maybe...I could be wrong. |
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| Whatever... |
[May. 22nd, 2006|12:52 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | hell | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | awful radio | ] |
Still alive, surviving & acting the way I usually do. Drinking & making phone calls. My usual. Working in Cambridge & being broke. Eating oatmeal because I can't afford anything else & I finally cleaned my bathroom (for those of you who have seen it, I'm sure you're breathing a sigh of relief). I've often thought about starting up spaghettin night again, but not eating pasta makes it a bit hard for me. Maybe barbeque fridays or something like that. My family finally found out how awful of a person my cousin Jodi is, good to know that it's not just me that she's a douchbag to. Oh, I need someone to go to see a sneak preview of X-3 with me on thursday. And, if anyone really wants to get in touch with me, don't do it here...I've got a myspace, contact me there. It's www.myspace.com/ripleysalien I think. Or, look it up by the name Flipper.
I'm gonna go, I have to eat. T |
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[Oct. 29th, 2005|07:03 pm] |
Not a boyfriend, not a boyfriend, not a boyfriend...
I'm really trying to drill it into my head that he's not a boyfriend.
I can (and will) do what I want to do. With whom I want to do it.
I've spent the greater part of the last 3 weekends with him. He's really a nice guy, and treats me much better than the last guy. He doesn't want a relationship, I don't want a relationship. Well, not the boyfriend/girlfriend type of relationship. Not now at least. It's getting cold, and it's nice to have a warm body to wake up next to, but I'd rather be able to have the warm body of my choosing next to me. Even if it's a different person from week to week. |
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| Fitting...(yoink!) |
[Oct. 29th, 2005|07:02 pm] |
Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
Ripleysalien's Lurgy | | Cause: | watching too much television | | Symptoms: | indigestion, bruising, vague guilt, heartburn | | Cure: | none | |
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| New tattoos, new tattoos, new tattoos... |
[Oct. 6th, 2005|03:02 am] |
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Yay...This weekend, I should be getting my 2 new tats, along with having my current one translated into an alien warrior (shouldn't be too hard). Yay...the 2 I'm getting are identical, on my legs...Back seams. I know it's totally simple, but it's supposed to be a hard one to do. I've been told it's not easy to do a straight line that long. And I do have long legs. I'm just tired of having to buy backseam stockings (at $7 a pair), only to have them run up within 10 minutes of my putting them on. This way, I'll just buy regular black hose & have the seam already there. Or, I can just have no hose on & it'll look like I have them on. That's pretty ok with me. |
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| shit. |
[Oct. 4th, 2005|07:17 pm] |
So, I may have a new job. It's pretty cool, should have a couple of perks that could make it so I can get my license & car on the road in February. War hoo...The downfall, it doesn't provide insurance. Oh well, I can get insurance for myself & the woman who owns the business will pay a portion of it. That's not all that bad.
I'm otherwise doing ok. There are other things going on, but I don't feel like talking about it here.
Catch you all later...T (c: |
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[Sep. 29th, 2005|12:14 pm] |
| ripleysalien is happy. | | You're a rosy-cheeked ray of f'ing sunshine 24/7. I bet you smile a lot and little things don't get you down. Must be nice. Fuchsia's definitely your color. | | brought to you by interim32. wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. (discussion thread) |
This "quiz" lies!!! I'm rarely happy at all... |
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| Yoink! |
[Sep. 27th, 2005|11:08 pm] |
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Number8 took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Suffering from pent-up overstimulation which threa..."
Click here to read the rest of the results.
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| mmm... |
[Sep. 25th, 2005|10:17 am] |
killing time is drawing near...if she comes any closer, I'm going to take that fucking croquet mallet & bash her fucking head until it's a mushy bloody pulp. Wake me up while I'm cuddling. Cuntbag.
Go home trashy little fuck. No one wants you here. We're all adults here & you are but a whining crying child. Run home to your mommy and cry at her that the big kids didn't want to play. Or...we'll unleash the rapid fire fury of Morph on your face. |
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| So fucking what? |
[Sep. 21st, 2005|11:47 pm] |
Ok, so I haven't been on this site for a while...So fucking sue me. I've got other things going on. I lost my fucking job, I'm having a shitty week, I'm currently lusting after someone who's esentially un-attainable. And, I'm tired.
Suffice it to say, I'm ok and still living. |
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| blarg... |
[Sep. 5th, 2005|02:30 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | yay new york... | ] |
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| | Suicidal Tendencies - Lights...Camera...Revolution | ] |
I feel like absolute shit. Got in last night from NYC, and promptly fell asleep, and have esentially been sleeping off & on all day. I don't understand why I come home & feel like I've been beaten by a fucking baseball bat. I understand that the sore throat comes from having kissed someone who has a sore throat, but that's the only thing I should be feeling...I'm again, covered in bruises of unknown origin. (well, I have an idea where they're from)
I kicked some fucker in the face at about 3 yesterday morning in Penn station, I was sleeping & he grabbed my leg, not just touched it, but actually clamped his hand around it. Then, after I kicked him, he said he was just trying to stretch. Yeah, sure fucker...stretching doesn't involve grabbing my leg. He tried to say he was going to get me arrested for assault, but he didn't understand that my having kicked him was just a response to him grabbing me & no one would believe his side of the story. He was escorted out of the station shortly after 5am, when the cops start rousting people. I then went to Tompkins sq. & decided to finish my sleeping on a park bench, then my belt got caught in the slats of the bench, when I rolled over...my feet hit the ground & my face almost hit the ground, but my ass stayed on the bench...no fun. At that point, I just got frustrated & decided to go crash with some travelers in the dirt. Got some sleep...not much though. Man...I walked all over the fucking place this weekend...I've lost something like 7 lbs in the last 2 weeks, I think it's because of all the walking around nyc I've done. My feet are swollen. Other than all the fucking walking, the falling off the park bench, the fucker in Penn station & having no place to stay at night, New York was still pretty fucking fun & kick ass. I'll be going back at the begining of October, possibly to see the exploited. But I'm not sure...
I gotta go...
Peas...T (c: |
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[Aug. 29th, 2005|12:50 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | heartache | ] |
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| | Fear - Lets have a war | ] |
All I can think about...
Why me.
Wish I could drive!!! |
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| creak... |
[Aug. 7th, 2005|07:52 pm] |
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| | slapshot - firewalker | ] |
Ok, so this is my first time ever using a mac, I don't like it so far, except for the very nice keyboard. So...I broke up with Jack, I just couldn't deal with things that were going on, so I had to cut him loose. I needed to get out, I don't like staying in, in the summer, it's somewhat boring.
I've met a few other people & they seem "interested" in me, but who knows. I should probably just stay away from "relationships" for a while. I'm a bit wasted & very tired. Saw my kids today, they're doing well, both in summer school & my oldest becoming more & more violent as the days go by. He just informed me that if he ever hears from his father, he's going to go after him with either a 12g shotgun, a 4 iron, a baseball bat, or a chainsaw. Or...all at once. My youngest is getting stranger as the days go by. He's becoming kind of like a yuppie. Eek...very strange indeed. I suppose I should expect this, they're both still kids, they're not complete yet. Well, I'm going to nurse the cuts all over my fingers & get going...
Peas...T (c: |
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[Aug. 5th, 2005|08:26 pm] |
COLOSSUS!!!
Holy crap! You are: |
| He eats children. He burns villages. And as if running into a giant Russian the size of your house wasn't scary enough, this one can turn his body into an indestructable organic metal when he gets pissed! Way to be! |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 74% on Mutations |
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[Aug. 4th, 2005|12:51 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | dirty dirty dirty | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sisters of Mercy - First, last & always... | ] |
Man...I like it. I like the way they look now. I got to find out last night that most of the women in my family have the same types of boobs that I do. How delightful...ick. I didn't need to know that.
I can't wait to go to nyc. Visit my old stomping grounds. See if they've ever opened up the apt. I used to have, it was condemned by the city, for being "un-sanitary", it was just a squat, an 18x22' room with upwards of 18 kids living in it, along with a dog, a puppy, a kitten & an assortment of large cockroaches living in Tang jars lined up against the wall. What's so un-sanitary about that?? We had a sink & a toilet & they functioned properly & were used properly, so what's wrong with that?? It was also nyc in the late 80's, so people might have had issues with the fact that we weren't "normal" (I almost wrote norman, I don't think anyone was norman, either) & that offended thier ideals.
I looked for my old tree when I was down there last time, but was unable to find it. I'm assuming that it was cut down, to prevent people from climbing it.
For those of you who don't know, I lived for a time in a tree in Tompkins Square park. It was pretty cool...
Gotta go...
Peas...T (c: |
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| woo hoo!!! |
[Aug. 1st, 2005|07:54 pm] |
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| | Clutch - Transnational Speedway League | ] |
Going to new york, going to new york, going to new york!!!! On August 27th, Murphy's Law will be playing at some vfw hall in Yonkers, and I'll be there. Yay & a half...I'm so fucking psyched to be going out of town, I'll have to spend some money, but I'll be happy & giddy & happy as a fucking clam in shit. (or is that pig in the sand?) Anyway, I'm so looking forward to this. If I have the $$, I might stop & get my tat re-done, as it's fading after only 8 years. Boo hoo...But, I doubt I'll have the resources. I'll also be seeing Murphys Law in Providence sometime in the next month & a half too, and if I'm lucky, I might get to see them on August 12th. But, in order to do that, I'd have to stay down in the city & guarantee that my ex can get into the Gorilla Biscuits show. I can't guarantee shit man, he's worried about the parking, I'm worried about this guarantee thing.
On a different note, I got my nips done on Sat. then proceded to get absolutely shattered (so much so that I was still drunk when I woke up the next day to go to a wedding). It doesn't hurt as bad as I thought, and apparently, it didn't hurt enough for the endorphens to kick in. That scares me. I got flogged for the first time, it was interesting to say the least...I preferred the feeling after it was done, than the feeling I got when it was being done. I also got very well scratched. I had a great weekend.
A couple of friends of mine (Mary & Matthew y'all) got married on Sunday, in front of a huge crowd of 8. It was possibly the strangest wedding I've ever been to. Me, Arthur, Midget, Daher, Cole, David & what's her face. Along with Titi & Julie were there, The best dressed other than the bride & groom, was David, in his best velvet goth ruffle shirt. I've never been to a wedding where t-shirts were dress clothes. I personally wore my black capri pants & a red beater, with my flop-docs. We went out afterward for a great wedding feast at Dennys. All in all, I had a great time & it was a nice day.
I've been having interesting conversations with this guy I met recently. I like it, he's pretty cool, I'm not used to the type of conversation, but I do like it. It's somewhat refreshing.
I gotta jet...
Peas...T (c: |
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[Jul. 27th, 2005|10:04 pm] |
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Some folks'll never lose a toe,
But then again some folk'll.
Like Cletus the slack jawed yokel,
Some folks'll never eat a skunk
But then again some folk'll.
Like cletus the slack jawed yokel. |
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| Blargh... |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|01:27 pm] |
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| | Fifth Element soundtrack - Aknot wot [*] | ] |
Ok, so things are not so ok with me. My eye has been twitching for the last 4 days & now my lip is twitching too. I've been kind of light headed for the last few days too. I'm thinking there's probably something wrong with my spinal column. I hurt my back about a month ago, either carrying my ac, or moving my bed, or putting the ac in my window. I have a feeling it was while moving the bed. I may have poked something like a disc into my spine. If I sit too long in one position, one or both of my arms goes numb. It's rather disturbing. I guess I should feel lucky, because I've got a dr. appt. tomorrow & hopefully the dr. will be able to either fix it, or prescribe something nice to make it feel better. (it hurts like a motherfucker now). Anyway, I'll find out tomorrow if I'm having some kind of aneurism or degenerative nerve damage. Or whatever. I've also got an eye appt. So I'll possibly have new contacts by next week. Yay...(c:
I hope the eye stops twitching before the appt. or it could become a problem. I've cut down on caffiene, and gotten plenty of rest & de-stressing. I think my brain's just ready to explode.
So, needless to say...I'm esentially falling appart. Held together by dental floss, bubble gum & band-aids. I just want the twitch, headache, back ache & light headedness to go away. Blargh... |
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| On death & dying... |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|08:32 pm] |
So, I found out this evening, when I got home from work that my friend Arriel has passed away, I will miss her, she was a most eloquent writer (among other things). I wish I had the words to say, but I'm not sure I do. She was always good to me & treated me with respect. She wasn't a shit talker and if you needed someone to talk to, she was often there & if she couldn't talk, she'd tell you who could. She could vomit at will and was the one who got me to hone my geek trick (up the nose, out the mouth). She always appeared to have a smile, but I know that she wasn't always smiling inside. I don't even know what the hell I'm saying, but it sucks losing a friend. Even if we weren't totally tight, she was still cool. I feel sorry for her family & the closest of her friends. I can't even get out to go to her memorial thingy. I've got to stay here. (got shit to do) I'll remember to give her brother a big huge hug when I see him next. Blargh...this sucks.
R.I.P. - arrielgurl |
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| Do it damnit!!!! |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|12:52 pm] |
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| | Sisters of mercy - Marian | ] |
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. |
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| Yoink!! |
[Jun. 21st, 2005|01:13 pm] |
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| | NIN - With Teeth | ] |
Hearing:
1: What is your favorite sound?
Jet Engine Testing & Refuse plant outgassing.
2: How about your favorite type of music?
Twangy hick music & Techno
3: What kinds of things do you like hearing people say?
It's hot in here, mind if I take off my clothes??
4: What kinds of sounds scare you?
Cat fights, car accidents & someone screaming at me.
5: Is there a particular sound that brings back a fond memory?
Crying of a newborn baby.
6: What about a sound that brings back a bad memory?
Someone saying they'll have to entubate me.
7: What is the oddest sound you’ve ever heard?
Dog dreams, or maybe dog farts. Or...Sex.
Sight
8: The obvious question: what’s your favorite colour?
Red
9: What is the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?
Two morbidly obese people making an attempt at fucking.
10: Have you ever tried to stare directly into the sun?
Yeah, when I was, like, eight.
11: What kinds of images tend to draw your attention?
Food, anything with food & anything with hairless young men, or anything with hairless young men & food.
12: Looks-wise, describe the perfect person:
This can't be done.
13: What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen?
A roadkill crow. (how often do you see that?)
14: What is the most hilarious thing you’ve seen in your life?
Recently, it was the fathers day card my cat got my roommate, with a cat horcking up a hairball & slapping it onto a balding man's head & it said "don't mention it" on the inside...I almost vomited I laughed so hard.
Touch
15: Are you ticklish?
I refuse to answer the question on the grounds that I may incriminate myself.
16: If so, where?
I refuse to answer the question on the grounds that I may incriminate myself.
17: What’s the softest thing you’ve ever touched?
My stuffed puppy.
18: How about the hardest?
Eighteen year old boy parts & cement.
19: What is your favorite kind of texture?
Soft & mushy.
20: Has there ever been something you’ve been afraid of touching?
I don't think so.
21: Since it falls under “touch,” what is the most painful thing that has ever happened to you?
1.5 inch deep x 4 inch long rectal tear, or childbirth.
Taste
22: Another obvious one: what’s your favorite food?
Cow
23: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever tasted?
Possibly African lion steak stroganoff, but I think Porcupine meatballs beat all.
24: Did you like it?
Sort of.
25: What’s the grossest taste ever?
Sardine Jelly Beans
26: And the best taste?
Perfectly ripe cherries.
27: What taste is the blandest?
Plain cream of rice cereal.
28: What’s your favorite kinds of taste (sweet, sour, etc.)?
Sweet, sour, salty. In that order.
Smell
29: What’s the nicest smell ever?
Tea roses & clean guy.
30: The worst?
Death & not clean guy/girl.
31: How do you feel about Scratch & Sniff stickers?
I could give a half a rats ass about them.
32: What’s your favorite type of air freshner?
Tea rose incense.
33: Ever smelled something so rank you’ve cried?
Yup, death.
34: Do you remember that Gack stuff?
Yup
35: Smelled terrible, didn’t it?
Yup.
The Sixth Sense
36: Do you believe that the human mind has psychic powers waiting to be unleashed?
I knew you were going to ask that...
37: If we got to pick our powers, what kind would you pick?
Basically, I'd like to be like Mistique & Nightcrawler all at once. With definate ulterior motives.
38: Do you think the world would be better or worse with unlocked mind powers?
The same.
39: ***I lost this question...so I'll make up my own...What am I thinking??***
40: Would you use the powers for good or evil?
For stealing from the rich & giving to the poor & so I could look damn good while doing it.
41: Would you use them in everyday situations (Argh, the remote is all the way over there!), or just when you felt you needed to (Argh, this semi truck is crushing my spine!)?
Every day...
42: Did you sense the end of this quiz coming up?
Der... |
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[Jun. 17th, 2005|01:30 pm] |
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| | Lucia Di Lammermoor - Inva Mulla Tchako | ] |
How sad are grey squirrels that have a broken leg & are soaked in mud & scared shitless, more because they're stuck in the inside entranceway to the elevators in a building's parking garage than anything??? Very. Such was the condition of the squirrel I rescued from the garage this morning when I got into work. It had a broken leg & possibly a broken hip & it was completely soaked & cold & covered in mud. It looked like it was so scared it was going to pop. I felt mortified that it was so hurt & scared, so I went up to my office, got a paper box & the lid & then went back downstairs, found that it hadn't moved much, popped the box on top of it & slid the lid under & then brought it outside. I put it in the wooded area behind my work, and opened the box up just a bit so if it wanted, it could get out. Well, horray for me & the squirrel (who I've affectionately named Gimpy). It got out of the box & went on about it's business, the sun came out & it's warmed up in the last 4 hours. Hopefully, it will either die peacefully & not in so much pain in it's own natural habitat, or it will survive & spend the rest of it's days with a limp, but happy & alive. I left some Mr.Goodbar's outside, with some water & cheese peanutbutter crackers. So, if it's still around, it will have something to eat. If it doesn't, the other critters around will. And, for those of you who don't know...Rodents LOVE chocolate. I've seen rats almost kill each other over it before. So, hopefully Gimpy is ok, at least I did what I could, where the other people at my work were affraid of it because "it's a wild animal & it's acting weird!". I suppose you'd act weird if you were cold, scared, covered in mud/wet & had broken bones that made it hard to move. I feel much better now.
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| Itchy itchy itchy... |
[Jun. 16th, 2005|01:18 pm] |
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| | Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, Book on disc. | ] |
Has anyone ever noticed that we all talk about sex more than just about anything else?? It occured to me the other night, when I was out with my friend, all we've talked about for the last month, is sex & hardcore shows. And, the only thing I talk about with my bf is sex & food. The only thing I talk about with my family is sex & society. It's kind of humerous to me...I mean, I love sex (der) and just about anything that has to do with it, but I have a feeling that "polite society" thinks that talking about it is possibly the worst thing anyone could do. An oddity in my eyes. Something that people do every day, and just about live for, and people think it's bad to talk about it. The first actual open conversation I had with some friends of mine about it was such a relief, knowing that I'm not the only one who does what I do & who enjoys it. No wonder society's so fucked up about it. Ooooh, if we talk about sex, that must mean that we like it & that it feels good & that we're doing it. Oh no...now we're evil because we thought about talking about it.
I was totally pleasantly surprised when I found myself having an interesting im conversation with a christian friend of mine that somehow turned toward the possible prospect of hooking up. Or something like that. (at least that's the way I perceived it). It was nice to know that even the good ones have feelings & possibly have a "deviant" side. Deviants can be fun. Just ask my feet.
So, I may have a gig soon, letting foot fetishists play with my feet, I've got nice feet, so why not...especially where it pays. Who's it going to hurt?? My feet don't have feelings (well, not emotional). Then, I'd be able to get my piano, my puppy & the other thing's I've wanted recently.
Well, I'm at work...I should go.
Peas...T(c:
Here's a thought, pins & needles feeling in the crotch is possibly the strangest physical sensation anyone could feel. |
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| torn right from the journal of Phoenix. |
[May. 25th, 2005|12:31 pm] |
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| | NIN - The Collector | ] |
Hmm...can this possibly be right? Am I truly obsessed with Shakespeare?
Your Stripper Name is: Ophelia
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| pling pling pling... |
[May. 24th, 2005|09:08 pm] |
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| | NIN - All the love in the world. | ] |
Yay for getting a piano, I can't wait. As it turns out, people actually give those things away...how insane is that? Sometime within the next 3 months, I'm going to be getting myself a nice upright piano. For only the cost of hiring a piano mover. Now, I'll be able to start composing. How utterly joyous does that make me? Beyond all. I just need to get rid of the ugly smelly (really smelly) old ratty couch from hell in my living room & replace it with my almost pristine beautiful nearly new condition 15 yr.old couch. Then I can put the piano where my couch is now. Yay...
I don't play piano, per se...but I do play & what I play comes out pretty nice. I can't play Chopin or Mozart, but as I said it's not bad sounding. After I get the piano & start to compose, I'll be able to maybe get the puppy I've been wanting (Chinese crested hairless). I suppose I shouldn't ever wonder why I'm perpetually broke. The song writing is coming along ok, I've got 3 songs completed, they're pretty dark & depressing, but are helping get things off my chest & out of my head. I guess y'all'll have to read them for yourselves, as soon as I get them copywriten, I'll post them here. I'm working on #'s 4 & 5 now. They'll come to me completely eventually. Fucking insanity...I can't stand it sometimes.
Well...I've got to go...
Peas...T |
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| Wants & Needs |
[May. 22nd, 2005|09:46 pm] |
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| |  drained | ] |
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| | watching tv | ] |
Want...to have everything I've wanted to do in the last few months go right for me. (not likely)
Needs...a bass player to hear my words & lay down lines...a drummer or a well qualified programmer who can lay down beats...a guitar player who can lay down tracks & people who will listen to my words and music and be either moved toward it or by it.
So, on another note (pun not intended) I've been writing "songs" lately, according to the people I've read them to, they're extremely dark & revealing. They mostly are dredged from my having been raped about 9 years ago & the multitude of problems that have come about as a result of that one 1/2 hour life changing incident. As a result of that, I've got an alphabets worth of mental disorders & -isms that plague my mind. There is definately some causal relationship between these things & my childhood, but more of them have appeared in the last 9 years than they had ever done before. I think, that the songs are somehow helping me empty the old garbage from my mind, not very quickly, but I've definately gotten some anger out.
So, things are going ok in my life. The relationship goes on, we're doing ok. I'm still working hard for little money. I'm still broke. Still have the big bed. The migraine I had for the last 24 hours is gone now. I've been drinking alot again. Probably not a good thing. Fell out of my bed the other day, I haven't done that in at least a month. I gave Trent Reznor 2 lollipops last week. I'm still fat. My room mate hates my boyfriend & keeps making him feel very unwelcome in my house. I keep wishing I was 18 again. I'd be in NYC having a blast & enjoying the fuck out of myself, I'd still be thin (and I mean thin, waif-like 120lbs.)
I'd be doing whatever I wanted, without a fucking care in the world & no one to tell me what to do (well, almost no one). Living in a tree or a squat, or having 18 "kids" between 16 & 26 living in one 18'x22' basement cold water flat. Fun...
Well...blah,blah,blah.
I'm sure you all don't give half a shit.
Peas...T |
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| boozamahol... |
[May. 15th, 2005|08:35 pm] |
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| | Scraping Foetus off the wheel - Nail | ] |
You Know You Drink Too Much When... |
Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream.
The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.
The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar
When you go to donate blood and they ask what proof?
You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and Hotties.
You have a "happy hour" at home
When you are sober, people ask you what's wrong?
You spend all night making a board game called Alcohol Land
Although you drove home the other night you can't remember how you got home or where you parked your car
"Hi ocifer. I'm not under the affluence of incohol."
Your favorite drink is ethanol.
"Why does everybody think I have a prinking droblem?! - I don't have a prinking droblem!"
"I don't have a drinking prob..pleb..prub.. *hic* Pash me another, tarbender."
You can spend a whole night holding up walls to prevent their (your) collapse.
You instinctively know where the alcohol is in a store you've never been in before
Clubs raise their drink prices because you haven't attended in a while
You think beer and ramen make a good breakfast
You frequently urinate outdoors.
When you first wake up and you're afraid you're gonna die and a half-hour later you're afraid you won't.
You fall asleep taking a dump.
You believe that spilling a beer is alcohol abuse.
You go to the john to hurl, but you take your beer with you.
You find it's easier to study drunk.
You're on a first name basis at the detoxification center.
Beer ads make sense.
You wake up to the sound of your dog drinking out of the toilet and you're so dry that it sounds mighty thirst quenching.
You wake the next morning and start drinking a few of the half empties left sitting around the room.
The space on your driver's license that tells your eye color reads "bloodshot".
You fall down a flight of steps and DON'T spill a drop of your beer.
You mix your cocktails by the litre.
You grow a beard because it stops beer that's running down your chin.
You put off urinating in hopes of reaching that near orgasmic Zen-like piss.
When the bottle says 20 standard drinks but you only get 5.
You spell Alcohol with a capital letter out of respect
You lose arguments with inanimate objects.
You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth
Your career won't progress beyond Senator from Massachusettes.
24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case - coincidence?? - I think not!
Two hands and just one mouth... - now THAT'S a drinking problem!
"Norm!" is what they say when you enter the bar.
You can focus better with one eye closed
The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar
You fall off the floor.
You discover in the morning that liquid cleaning supplies have mysteriously disappeared.
Hey, 5 beers has just as many calories as a burger, screw dinner!
Beer: it's not just for breakfast anymore.
The glass keeps missing your mouth.
Vampires get woozy after bitting you.
At AA meeting you begin: "Hi, my name is... uh..."
Your idea of cutting back is less seltzer.
You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom, you fell asleep clothed. - hmm.
Every night you're beginning to find your roomate's cat more and more attractive.
If you're on a diet, you cut back your food calories to allow for alcohol calories.
"Take me drunk, I'm home!"
You wake up naked lying in the corner of a bus depot.
You drink to get over a hangover.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who drink too much. |
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| Well...yeah. |
[May. 5th, 2005|12:49 pm] |
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| | Gurgle gurgle of my lungs struggling to breathe. | ] |
Post anything that you want (in the comments), BUT post it ANONYMOUSLY. It can be anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post Anonymously and Honestly. Post twice or 40 times if you'd like.
Then, put this in your LJ (if you have one) to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say. |
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| Short, hazel eyes, black hair & bad teeth. |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|01:09 pm] |
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| | Tori Amos - From the choirgirl hotel | ] |
So, I'm at work again, my lungs just this very second decided to crap out on me. Yay...
I can't wait until next weekend...I get to spend it in New York, with my kids, in a fancy hotel, swimming & getting room service. Relaxing, not doing a damn thing. Loving every second of it (except for having to dress up). It's my youngest son's barmitzvah. So, it should be a grand drunken time. I got a bit over saturated at my oldest son's barmitzvah, it wasn't exactly the smartest thing for me to do. I'm always the one who takes the term "open bar" very literally.
I think I'm going to finish my book, try to find a publisher for it & when it finally sells, I'll buy a nice fancy victorian house with a great kitchen & move in. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Very pleasing.
Well, I'm going to go use my inhaler & eat.
Catch you all later...
Peas...T |
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| Causing problems, fixing problems. |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|12:54 pm] |
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| | Rob Zombie - Black Sunshine | ] |
So, I'm glad that some of the issue's I've had with people over the past have been resolved. I'm sorry if I've caused any of you any grief. I hate having someone dislike me or be angry with me, it's very uncomfortable.
So...I've been struggling with a septum ring that hates me, I did the dumb thing of leaving it out for just about 24 hours (this was the other day) and now it's paining me something fierce, the fact that I can't find my 14g door knocker nose ring doesn't help, because I have to keep jamming this 12g crescent in the hole & it's killing me. I feel like I just got it pierced. Ouch!!! Grr...
Angry, sad, agitated, hungry, not tired, stuffed up. Yuk.
I'll write later...I'm at work & don't want to get in trouble.
Peas...T. |
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| Fitting? |
[Apr. 11th, 2005|01:46 pm] |
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| | Last Supper Soundtrack | ] |
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[Apr. 11th, 2005|01:32 pm] |
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| | The Last Supper Soundtrack | ] |
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[Apr. 1st, 2005|12:58 pm] |
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"May cause increasing pressure within the eyes and skull"
That's a side effect of taking prednisone & it doesn't go away until the meds wear off completely, in like 2 weeks. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am having the shittiest time with these meds. Wish I could just be "normal" again.
I think I'm going to go continue to vomit.
Peas. |
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