PICS
Okay. My set went up. I should be ecstatic, right?
Not exactly. There were just enough photos left out that it sucked out all the creativity/meaning.
Anywho, you can see the rejects HERE.
One of the rejects:
Enjoy. Meh.
Not exactly. There were just enough photos left out that it sucked out all the creativity/meaning.
Anywho, you can see the rejects HERE.
One of the rejects:
Enjoy. Meh.
Poopy.
Christmas is here. Does anyone really care?
My mother had her Yule ritual, which was pretty cool. There were two "muggles" there, and they were giggling throughout the whole ritual. It pissed me off. The lady who was playing the Crone flipped them off in a very ceremonial fashion.
The lady playing the part of the Mother is nine months pregnant, so it was very fitting and very beautiful.
My brother was the Oak King...pfft! My mom had me do his make-up in various shades of green and brown, and I threw on some glitter for good measure. He ended up looking like a queer zombie. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I can't do fuckin' make-up!
Meh...I don't have any pictoral updates. Sorry. I will, however, have plenty of pictures when I return home.
I'll only be home for six days before I leave for Europe. I'm quite the jet-setter.
My brother and I bought Soul Calibur III for PS2. It's rad. I don't know if it's a chick thing, or what, but I'm a huge fan of character creation.
The best thing about the game is...boob jiggle. It seems that all the gamers agree.
Uh................................................happy holidays.
Christmas is here. Does anyone really care?
My mother had her Yule ritual, which was pretty cool. There were two "muggles" there, and they were giggling throughout the whole ritual. It pissed me off. The lady who was playing the Crone flipped them off in a very ceremonial fashion.
The lady playing the part of the Mother is nine months pregnant, so it was very fitting and very beautiful.
My brother was the Oak King...pfft! My mom had me do his make-up in various shades of green and brown, and I threw on some glitter for good measure. He ended up looking like a queer zombie. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I can't do fuckin' make-up!
Meh...I don't have any pictoral updates. Sorry. I will, however, have plenty of pictures when I return home.
I'll only be home for six days before I leave for Europe. I'm quite the jet-setter.
My brother and I bought Soul Calibur III for PS2. It's rad. I don't know if it's a chick thing, or what, but I'm a huge fan of character creation.
The best thing about the game is...boob jiggle. It seems that all the gamers agree.
Uh................................................happy holidays.
ATTENTION: LORDS AND LADIES...
I now have a calender. Check it out. It's me...every month...Boobs!
Also, cosfrog has other goodies. You can get a 12 month calender featuring the girls of The Female Canvas. One calender features artistic nudity, while the other does not...but it's all girls with tattoos, including SG's very own Candy and myself.
There are mugs, mousepads, and prints too!
Ten percent of the proceeds go towards the National Breast Cancer Foundation.
A lot of current events have been pissing me off. What with the execution of Stanley "Tookie" Williams (long overdue, in my opinion), and the great debate over the so-called "War On Christmas."
Prepare for tangents.
TANGENT NUMBER ONE - "THE EXECUTION OF TOOKIE"
The man was a killer. End of story. I won't even discuss his history/founding of the Crips...
Many of these "pro-lifers" would like to argue that if we're killing someone for killing, it's hypocrisy.
What is the appropriate punishment for the heinous crime of murder? What does set a good example for the youth of today? What are we supposed to do to deter people from committing this crime?
If people think they can murder someone and get away with it...and, yes, taking a person's life while still holding on to yours is getting away with it...Then they will continue to do it on such a large scale.
While confinement is a form of punishment, and it can't be fun by any means, it is hardly paramount to their crimes.
I am not claiming that inmates live a life of luxury, but someone who has murdered someone should not live better than a bum would.
I don't understand how confinement, with a/c, cable, a gym, three meals a day, a library, and visitation rights, could possibly be referred to as "justice" by you people.
If a person finds "God", then good for them...They can explain themselves to the big guy when the time comes.
It's not as though people aren't told what the punishment for murder is. It's not like being sentenced to death is unheard of, and these criminals don't know what they're getting themselves into when they're choking the life out of someone, shooting a child in the head, or chopping someone into bits and pieces.
You know what the fuck is going to happen to you if you choose to commit this crime. It's pretty cut and dry...IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE PUT TO DEATH, THEN DON'T MURDER PEOPLE.
Fuck circumstances, fuck excuses, and fuck penance. Murdering people is wrong, except in cases of self-defense. In my opinion, the death penalty is a form of self-defense...it's protecting the lives/interests of the public.
SECOND TANGENT - "THE GREAT HOLIDAY TREE FIASCO"
In regards to the "Holiday Tree" debate, call the god-damned tree whatever you want, because it has nothing to do with Christmas to begin with. Christmas is not about the tree, the presents, or Santa. Christmas is supposed to be a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. Have you Christians become so detached from your faith that something this simple becomes a national crisis?
Don't give me that, "Call it what it is" bullshit, either. It's not a fucking Christmas tree, you uneducated sack of shit. It's a Yule tree.
The Pagans would chop down a pine tree and place it in their homes during the winter, that way they could have a piece of nature with them and still be protected from the elements.
Christ, as some of you know, was not born in December. The Church placed the celebration on a date that would coincide with the Pagan Yule. Many Christians were still continuing to celebrate Yule with the Pagans, which was frowned upon by the Church. Despite their best efforts, they could not deter them. So, as a sort of atonement, Christmas was set on Yule.
Many other things that have come to represent Christmas were also stolen from the Pagans. Holly flourished in the womb of winter, very symbolic to the Pagans. The Druids have recently revealed the mystery of the mistletoe...the Mistletoe had long been revered as a symbol of fertility amongst them...now we know that's because the juice created by the mistletoe berries has the same consistency and look of semen.
There are many other points to this, but I hope that I have given you a little more insight...
If you're going to argue something, get your shit straight and know your facts. Don't bitch about how people aren't calling the tree "what it really is", because your dumb ass isn't even calling the tree what it really is. A Yule tree...Or quite simply, a fucking tree!!!
Call it whatever the fuck you want...and say whatever the fuck you want. Just know that there are other people in the world, most of whom are not Christian, and they're more than likely offended that you would assume that they celebrate Christmas.
_______________________________________________
Also, I would like to add that if you're pissed off that the cards the White House has sent out says "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas", get the fuck out of my country and move to the Middle East, because there they'll actually tolerate your religious bigotry.
These cards are being sent all over the entire world. Do you sincerely believe that all the recipients are Christian? And, if you are smart enough to know otherwise, do you think that a lousy "Merry Christmas" card will sway them to invest themselves in Christianity? I doubt it.
Saying "Happy Holidays" is not denying your faith, nor is it denying your Lord. It is simply being compassionate, understanding, tolerant, and accepting. Aren't those characteristics what Jesus taught to begin with?
The kitty loves my boobs:
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Gerard Way is delicious...
So, I'm sick again. When I woke up Sunday morning, I had some lower back pain and a thumping headache.
When I got home from work on Sunday night, my back pain had increased dramatically, and my whole head was stuffy and aching. I crawled onto the couch and wrapped myself up in my comforter. It was coooold.
I decided to take my temperature. 101.4.
A thought came to me...Could I have another kidney infection?
I went to work the next day for a couple hours...I felt horrible. I was dizzy. But, I still slapped on that smile and made sales.
My boss let me go home...thank goodness. I went to the doctor. He prescribed three separate medications: bactrum for my UTI/kidney, ibuprofen for aches, and some other crap for my sinuses.
I am since feeling slightly better...I slip in and out of fevers.
I'm supposed to go back and get an ultrasound of my kidneys. What happens after that, I have no clue...
Big picture, big ta-tas:
Go to this thread and tell us a secret...I've told a handful. All of which are...kind of boring.
I now have a calender. Check it out. It's me...every month...Boobs!
Also, cosfrog has other goodies. You can get a 12 month calender featuring the girls of The Female Canvas. One calender features artistic nudity, while the other does not...but it's all girls with tattoos, including SG's very own Candy and myself.
There are mugs, mousepads, and prints too!
Ten percent of the proceeds go towards the National Breast Cancer Foundation.
A lot of current events have been pissing me off. What with the execution of Stanley "Tookie" Williams (long overdue, in my opinion), and the great debate over the so-called "War On Christmas."
Prepare for tangents.
TANGENT NUMBER ONE - "THE EXECUTION OF TOOKIE"
The man was a killer. End of story. I won't even discuss his history/founding of the Crips...
Many of these "pro-lifers" would like to argue that if we're killing someone for killing, it's hypocrisy.
What is the appropriate punishment for the heinous crime of murder? What does set a good example for the youth of today? What are we supposed to do to deter people from committing this crime?
If people think they can murder someone and get away with it...and, yes, taking a person's life while still holding on to yours is getting away with it...Then they will continue to do it on such a large scale.
While confinement is a form of punishment, and it can't be fun by any means, it is hardly paramount to their crimes.
I am not claiming that inmates live a life of luxury, but someone who has murdered someone should not live better than a bum would.
I don't understand how confinement, with a/c, cable, a gym, three meals a day, a library, and visitation rights, could possibly be referred to as "justice" by you people.
If a person finds "God", then good for them...They can explain themselves to the big guy when the time comes.
It's not as though people aren't told what the punishment for murder is. It's not like being sentenced to death is unheard of, and these criminals don't know what they're getting themselves into when they're choking the life out of someone, shooting a child in the head, or chopping someone into bits and pieces.
You know what the fuck is going to happen to you if you choose to commit this crime. It's pretty cut and dry...IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE PUT TO DEATH, THEN DON'T MURDER PEOPLE.
Fuck circumstances, fuck excuses, and fuck penance. Murdering people is wrong, except in cases of self-defense. In my opinion, the death penalty is a form of self-defense...it's protecting the lives/interests of the public.
SECOND TANGENT - "THE GREAT HOLIDAY TREE FIASCO"
In regards to the "Holiday Tree" debate, call the god-damned tree whatever you want, because it has nothing to do with Christmas to begin with. Christmas is not about the tree, the presents, or Santa. Christmas is supposed to be a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. Have you Christians become so detached from your faith that something this simple becomes a national crisis?
Don't give me that, "Call it what it is" bullshit, either. It's not a fucking Christmas tree, you uneducated sack of shit. It's a Yule tree.
The Pagans would chop down a pine tree and place it in their homes during the winter, that way they could have a piece of nature with them and still be protected from the elements.
Christ, as some of you know, was not born in December. The Church placed the celebration on a date that would coincide with the Pagan Yule. Many Christians were still continuing to celebrate Yule with the Pagans, which was frowned upon by the Church. Despite their best efforts, they could not deter them. So, as a sort of atonement, Christmas was set on Yule.
Many other things that have come to represent Christmas were also stolen from the Pagans. Holly flourished in the womb of winter, very symbolic to the Pagans. The Druids have recently revealed the mystery of the mistletoe...the Mistletoe had long been revered as a symbol of fertility amongst them...now we know that's because the juice created by the mistletoe berries has the same consistency and look of semen.
There are many other points to this, but I hope that I have given you a little more insight...
If you're going to argue something, get your shit straight and know your facts. Don't bitch about how people aren't calling the tree "what it really is", because your dumb ass isn't even calling the tree what it really is. A Yule tree...Or quite simply, a fucking tree!!!
Call it whatever the fuck you want...and say whatever the fuck you want. Just know that there are other people in the world, most of whom are not Christian, and they're more than likely offended that you would assume that they celebrate Christmas.
_______________________________________________
Also, I would like to add that if you're pissed off that the cards the White House has sent out says "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas", get the fuck out of my country and move to the Middle East, because there they'll actually tolerate your religious bigotry.
These cards are being sent all over the entire world. Do you sincerely believe that all the recipients are Christian? And, if you are smart enough to know otherwise, do you think that a lousy "Merry Christmas" card will sway them to invest themselves in Christianity? I doubt it.
Saying "Happy Holidays" is not denying your faith, nor is it denying your Lord. It is simply being compassionate, understanding, tolerant, and accepting. Aren't those characteristics what Jesus taught to begin with?
The kitty loves my boobs:
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Gerard Way is delicious...
So, I'm sick again. When I woke up Sunday morning, I had some lower back pain and a thumping headache.
When I got home from work on Sunday night, my back pain had increased dramatically, and my whole head was stuffy and aching. I crawled onto the couch and wrapped myself up in my comforter. It was coooold.
I decided to take my temperature. 101.4.
A thought came to me...Could I have another kidney infection?
I went to work the next day for a couple hours...I felt horrible. I was dizzy. But, I still slapped on that smile and made sales.
My boss let me go home...thank goodness. I went to the doctor. He prescribed three separate medications: bactrum for my UTI/kidney, ibuprofen for aches, and some other crap for my sinuses.
I am since feeling slightly better...I slip in and out of fevers.
I'm supposed to go back and get an ultrasound of my kidneys. What happens after that, I have no clue...
Big picture, big ta-tas:
Go to this thread and tell us a secret...I've told a handful. All of which are...kind of boring.
So I went to the beach yesterday to snap some photos. Here's what happened:
"Dudebro! I sooo saw you eat it on that last set! I was like, 'Whoaaa...'":
A little blurry, but pretty:
"Arrrrr!":
And:
I wanted to get there at sunset, but traffic didn't allow for it. Instead I had to deal with crappy, stupid twilight. Boooo.
Holy shit...I have nothing to write about. Uhhh...um...once I get the ball rolling, I'll be off on another tangent in no time. I...just...have to...think.
I changed a diaper yesterday! (*slow news day*)
The baby was crying like there was no tomorrow, and she smelled somethin' fierce. I put her on the changing mat, and as soon as I got those feetie-pajamas off, she was smiling and giggling. And once she was nakie, she was downright ecstatic!
Lo and behold, she was clean. So, I just let her lay there for a while, and I made fart-noises on her tummy. She smiled that beautiful, toothless grin that makes my heart melt.
Anyhoo, I lifted her butt up so I could slide the PJs back under her when, go figure, she began to pee. All down her back, all over my hand. Niiiice.
So, I changed her, dressed her, and she started crying again.
Fuck, if I had to be clothed all the time, I'd be pissed too.
Boys and girls, you should support this project!!! It's called "Pin-Ups For Troops." A couple in Utah is compiling photos of modern-day pin-ups for their book, which is a fantastic attempt at reviving the pin-up's place in the hearts of our armed forces!
The proceeds will go towards purchasing goods for our troops overseas.
I'll be in it, but I don't much care for the photo they'll be using. I like it, it's just the feeling of, "I can do better than that..."
I did another shoot with cosfrog on Tuesday! It was lots of fun, just as it was last time. I was a goof-off, just as it always has been. Go ahead and ask him. I'm retarded.
Here's one of the wonderful photos the oh-so-talented man took of me:
I look like a grown-up, for Christ's sake!!!
Amazing...the photography, that is. The subject is so-so.
Oh, and because I'm a vain sack of shit, I also need to mention that cosfrog has opened up shop on his site. You can get a calender, a mug, or a mousepad featuring Yours Truly. Yippy.
Soon you'll be able to purchase prints. Sweet.
Dear SirPsychoSexy,
I'm sorry I ruined Awesomesauce Day. I had a lot going on all at once, and I couldn't hang. Mehhh...
I'll make it up to you.
Love,
Me
"Hm, I'm thirsty...I think I'll grab a so----AH! KITTY!!!!"
Testicles.
I cannot wait for "Brokeback Mountain" to come out. Fo' serious, though. It's going to be fan-fucking-tastic. Fanny-fucking-tastic is more like it...ha...I'm such a fag-hag with a bad sense of humor.
Dude, I shit you not, I was walking through Walgreen's the other day, and I happened upon a box of chocolates. The brand name: Fanny Farmer. OMFGSBCLJC!!! (Oh-My-Fucking-God-Shit-Bitch-Cunt-Licking-Jesus-Christ)
But really...It was chocolate with the brand name "Fanny Farmer". Wow.
Okay. It's about 8:00am, and I haven't slept yet. That's why I'm so loopy, and I'm not making any sense. I apologize. More or less to myself, because once I wake up at 3:00pm and re-read, I'm going to wanna punch myself in the ovaries. Right in the baby-maker.
If you live in the San Diego area, and you're not yet aware of the gathering that is to take place tonight, it's at Fiesta Island and 8:00pm. You should be there. You will know which pit it is because there will be a loud obnoxious woman (i.e., me) dancing to no music.
Once again, I apologize.
I have fantastic boobs.
"Dudebro! I sooo saw you eat it on that last set! I was like, 'Whoaaa...'":
A little blurry, but pretty:
"Arrrrr!":
And:
I wanted to get there at sunset, but traffic didn't allow for it. Instead I had to deal with crappy, stupid twilight. Boooo.
Holy shit...I have nothing to write about. Uhhh...um...once I get the ball rolling, I'll be off on another tangent in no time. I...just...have to...think.
I changed a diaper yesterday! (*slow news day*)
The baby was crying like there was no tomorrow, and she smelled somethin' fierce. I put her on the changing mat, and as soon as I got those feetie-pajamas off, she was smiling and giggling. And once she was nakie, she was downright ecstatic!
Lo and behold, she was clean. So, I just let her lay there for a while, and I made fart-noises on her tummy. She smiled that beautiful, toothless grin that makes my heart melt.
Anyhoo, I lifted her butt up so I could slide the PJs back under her when, go figure, she began to pee. All down her back, all over my hand. Niiiice.
So, I changed her, dressed her, and she started crying again.
Fuck, if I had to be clothed all the time, I'd be pissed too.
Boys and girls, you should support this project!!! It's called "Pin-Ups For Troops." A couple in Utah is compiling photos of modern-day pin-ups for their book, which is a fantastic attempt at reviving the pin-up's place in the hearts of our armed forces!
The proceeds will go towards purchasing goods for our troops overseas.
I'll be in it, but I don't much care for the photo they'll be using. I like it, it's just the feeling of, "I can do better than that..."
I did another shoot with cosfrog on Tuesday! It was lots of fun, just as it was last time. I was a goof-off, just as it always has been. Go ahead and ask him. I'm retarded.
Here's one of the wonderful photos the oh-so-talented man took of me:
I look like a grown-up, for Christ's sake!!!
Amazing...the photography, that is. The subject is so-so.
Oh, and because I'm a vain sack of shit, I also need to mention that cosfrog has opened up shop on his site. You can get a calender, a mug, or a mousepad featuring Yours Truly. Yippy.
Soon you'll be able to purchase prints. Sweet.
Dear SirPsychoSexy,
I'm sorry I ruined Awesomesauce Day. I had a lot going on all at once, and I couldn't hang. Mehhh...
I'll make it up to you.
Love,
Me
"Hm, I'm thirsty...I think I'll grab a so----AH! KITTY!!!!"
Testicles.
I cannot wait for "Brokeback Mountain" to come out. Fo' serious, though. It's going to be fan-fucking-tastic. Fanny-fucking-tastic is more like it...ha...I'm such a fag-hag with a bad sense of humor.
Dude, I shit you not, I was walking through Walgreen's the other day, and I happened upon a box of chocolates. The brand name: Fanny Farmer. OMFGSBCLJC!!! (Oh-My-Fucking-God-Shit-Bitch-Cunt-Licking-Jesus-Christ)
But really...It was chocolate with the brand name "Fanny Farmer". Wow.
Okay. It's about 8:00am, and I haven't slept yet. That's why I'm so loopy, and I'm not making any sense. I apologize. More or less to myself, because once I wake up at 3:00pm and re-read, I'm going to wanna punch myself in the ovaries. Right in the baby-maker.
If you live in the San Diego area, and you're not yet aware of the gathering that is to take place tonight, it's at Fiesta Island and 8:00pm. You should be there. You will know which pit it is because there will be a loud obnoxious woman (i.e., me) dancing to no music.
Once again, I apologize.
I have fantastic boobs.
This is what Thanksgiving dinner looked like:
I have entitled this picture "martinelli'sXcore - straight-edge Thanksgiving":
It was fan-fucking-tastic. All in all, the gravy was the best. I boiled the giblets (heart, liver, neck, etc) to make the broth. After draining the broth into the roux, I chopped up the giblets and added them to the gravy (minus neck vertabrae, of course.)
The gravy was so thick, it could have been a meal unto itself. It was delicious.
I'd like to brag about how gravy is a fine art, and how difficult it is and blah, blah, blah...But it's pretty god-damned simple.
So, there's a report on "Countdown with Keith Olbermann" on how many people would be unable to receive medication through a shot in the ass because their ass is too fat. The study was conducted in Ireland, strangely enough, so I can't even imagine how horrendous the results would have been if it had been conducted here.
You can read about it here.
I have somehow managed to lose both my driver's license and my debit card. I'm pretty happy that I got my passport recently, because otherwise I wouldn't have any form of I.D. Meh.
I went to the bank yesterday. Should get my debit card soon.
Went to the DMV today. Twenty fucking dollars for a new license?! Dude. It's a laminated piece of paper. Fuck. Irresponsibility is expensive.
*RANDOM FAMILY GUY MOMENT*
Arab Father: No more balloon for you! I'm sick of you tooling around the village in it, honking at the girls, blasting your 1980s American rock music that we got here last week.
Son: But, Father...
Father: Go to your palace!
Brian: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Stewie: Yeah, just wait until they have to suffer through Jesus Jones! Pee-yoo!
You wish you could do this, sucka:
The ladies love it.
This is my playlist, right this very moment:
David Bowie - "Let's Dance" The Police - "Walking on the Moon" Depeche Mode - "Enjoy the Silence" Cyndi Lauper - "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" The Cure - "Love Cats" Dramarama - "Anything, Anything" The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Rich" Tommy Tutone - "867-5309 (Jenny)" The Killers - "Somebody Told Me (Josh Harris Remix)" Echo & the Bunnymen - "Lips Like Sugar" Queen - "Bohemian Rhapsody" Ministry - "Revenge" Human League - "Don't You Want Me" The White Stripes - "The Hardest Button to Button" Toni Basil - "Mickey" Soft Cell - "Tainted Love" Mazzy Star - "Fade Into You" The Police - "Roxanne" Danzig - "Mother" Depeche Mode - "Just Can't Get Enough" Jeff Buckley - "Hallelujah" New Order - "Bizarre Love Triangle" Weezer - "Buddy Holly"
I'm in a bit of an 80s funk...
I felt inspired (for whatever reason) to do some pin-up shit yesterday. It's a set of three, the theme is "getting ready for my date with myself." (Yes, I take myself out on dates. Who better to try to impress than myself?)
The styles are all different...Unintentionally. Here are the results:
Plain
Halftone
(Truly a look of cluelessness. Like I'm supposed to know how to put on make-up?)
Blatant Elvgren rip-off
I was walking down the street today (collecting from my ho's), and some lady stopped me on the sidewalk.
"Would you like to read this?" she asked, handing me a pamphlet. "It's about the Bible."
"I'm an atheist," I smiled.
"Oh."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but yeah..."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that."
"I'm doing just fine, thank you."
What a cunt, huh? I was completely well-mannered, I even thanked her! Nope...She decided the good Lord would approve of her looking down her nose at me.
That's something I can't understand about the religious right. Christianity is supposed to be a religion of love, understanding, acceptance, peace, etc. Yet, many of the Christ's followers are intolerant, ignorant bigots. If anyone is going to "hell", it will be those people.
I can't understand how people allow themselves to be separate from people of other faith, let alone the rest of the world. You would think, due to common sense, that people would be united in their joint belief in a higher power. You would think these people would seek strength in each other, swap philosophies in group discussions, SOMETHING!
No...no. We kill each other. We bomb one another's cities, strap bombs to ourselves, follow a complete idiot mindlessly and without question into a pointless "war" against the defenseless.
Even as an atheist, I agree with my mother's saying:
"Many paths, one destination."
Why should we feud our whole lives over something that is not certain until our passing?
The world is a sick, fucked up place. Religion should be making it better. It is only making it worse.
[/rant]
I have entitled this picture "martinelli'sXcore - straight-edge Thanksgiving":
It was fan-fucking-tastic. All in all, the gravy was the best. I boiled the giblets (heart, liver, neck, etc) to make the broth. After draining the broth into the roux, I chopped up the giblets and added them to the gravy (minus neck vertabrae, of course.)
The gravy was so thick, it could have been a meal unto itself. It was delicious.
I'd like to brag about how gravy is a fine art, and how difficult it is and blah, blah, blah...But it's pretty god-damned simple.
So, there's a report on "Countdown with Keith Olbermann" on how many people would be unable to receive medication through a shot in the ass because their ass is too fat. The study was conducted in Ireland, strangely enough, so I can't even imagine how horrendous the results would have been if it had been conducted here.
You can read about it here.
I have somehow managed to lose both my driver's license and my debit card. I'm pretty happy that I got my passport recently, because otherwise I wouldn't have any form of I.D. Meh.
I went to the bank yesterday. Should get my debit card soon.
Went to the DMV today. Twenty fucking dollars for a new license?! Dude. It's a laminated piece of paper. Fuck. Irresponsibility is expensive.
*RANDOM FAMILY GUY MOMENT*
Arab Father: No more balloon for you! I'm sick of you tooling around the village in it, honking at the girls, blasting your 1980s American rock music that we got here last week.
Son: But, Father...
Father: Go to your palace!
Brian: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Stewie: Yeah, just wait until they have to suffer through Jesus Jones! Pee-yoo!
You wish you could do this, sucka:
The ladies love it.
This is my playlist, right this very moment:
David Bowie - "Let's Dance" The Police - "Walking on the Moon" Depeche Mode - "Enjoy the Silence" Cyndi Lauper - "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" The Cure - "Love Cats" Dramarama - "Anything, Anything" The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Rich" Tommy Tutone - "867-5309 (Jenny)" The Killers - "Somebody Told Me (Josh Harris Remix)" Echo & the Bunnymen - "Lips Like Sugar" Queen - "Bohemian Rhapsody" Ministry - "Revenge" Human League - "Don't You Want Me" The White Stripes - "The Hardest Button to Button" Toni Basil - "Mickey" Soft Cell - "Tainted Love" Mazzy Star - "Fade Into You" The Police - "Roxanne" Danzig - "Mother" Depeche Mode - "Just Can't Get Enough" Jeff Buckley - "Hallelujah" New Order - "Bizarre Love Triangle" Weezer - "Buddy Holly"
I'm in a bit of an 80s funk...
I felt inspired (for whatever reason) to do some pin-up shit yesterday. It's a set of three, the theme is "getting ready for my date with myself." (Yes, I take myself out on dates. Who better to try to impress than myself?)
The styles are all different...Unintentionally. Here are the results:
Plain
Halftone
(Truly a look of cluelessness. Like I'm supposed to know how to put on make-up?)
Blatant Elvgren rip-off
I was walking down the street today (collecting from my ho's), and some lady stopped me on the sidewalk.
"Would you like to read this?" she asked, handing me a pamphlet. "It's about the Bible."
"I'm an atheist," I smiled.
"Oh."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but yeah..."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that."
"I'm doing just fine, thank you."
What a cunt, huh? I was completely well-mannered, I even thanked her! Nope...She decided the good Lord would approve of her looking down her nose at me.
That's something I can't understand about the religious right. Christianity is supposed to be a religion of love, understanding, acceptance, peace, etc. Yet, many of the Christ's followers are intolerant, ignorant bigots. If anyone is going to "hell", it will be those people.
I can't understand how people allow themselves to be separate from people of other faith, let alone the rest of the world. You would think, due to common sense, that people would be united in their joint belief in a higher power. You would think these people would seek strength in each other, swap philosophies in group discussions, SOMETHING!
No...no. We kill each other. We bomb one another's cities, strap bombs to ourselves, follow a complete idiot mindlessly and without question into a pointless "war" against the defenseless.
Even as an atheist, I agree with my mother's saying:
"Many paths, one destination."
Why should we feud our whole lives over something that is not certain until our passing?
The world is a sick, fucked up place. Religion should be making it better. It is only making it worse.
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Well, la-dee-mother-fucking-da. My internet has decided to work again. How kind of it.
I'm pretty convinced it's just the modem that's got issues. Gots to get me a new one...
^ You likey? ^ Yup...Unbeknownst to you, I am, in fact, a Moon Master.
Anywho, life is pretty sucky...and uneventful. I, however, will elaborate on the goings-on of my weekend in such a way that may make it seem as though I am interesting person. I do this for you people, damn it! Yeah, I said "you people." Wanna fight about it?
On Saturday I worked. The new-hires were there, and I scoped the scene for potential hotties. Nope. Not a one. Bummer.
It's gonna be a long holiday season.
After that, I got a PS2 (finally)!!! Since then, I've been playing "Fullmetal Alchemist and the Broken Angel". There's a level I can't get past, and it's pissing me off.
I also have a DVD burner now. Yee-haw! So far, I've made a compilation of live AFI performances, and a collection of "Aqua Teen"s. It takes about ten god-damned hours to burn a DVD. Fuuuuck.
On Sunday, I didn't do a god-damned thing. It felt goooood.
Monday, I worked. I trained a new-hire, which was pretty cool. She was nice, and having her there made a little more relaxed about work for whatever reason.
Relatively soon after she left, my ex-boyfriend strolled in. We're still friends, and I was happy to see him. I looked again, and the dumb-ass had the gall to bring his new girlfriend along.
Let me explain: he and I had been seeing eachother for two years off and on. About four months ago, I came to find that he was seeing other girls. That was okay, technically, because he and I weren't really together. However, he would call me after these dates went sour. I was, essentially, his "back up."
It got to the point where I had had enough. I told him that it was me and only me, or not at all. He said, "So you're telling me it's all or nothing?"
I replied with, "You're god-damned right."
Let's just say we parted ways.
Anywho, just weeks after denying me official girlfriend status, he got a girlfriend.
SO, this is why the whole "having a girlfriend" thing pisses me off. But, jumping into a commitment right after refusing to give me one wasn't enough. He brought her into my fucking work.
He somehow didn't understand that maybe, just maybe, bringing his new girlfriend into his ex-girl's place of employment might not be a good idea. Not only did he bring her in, but I got to "serve" her. Not only did I get to "serve" her, but she was completely rude. No "please" or "thank you"s involved.
I told him tonight that if I hadn't been working and she had dared give me an attitude, I would have beat the fuck out of her in a heartbeat.
After all of that drama, I got off work and decided I was well within my rights to treat myself. I showered, music blaring all the while, and prettied myself up. I wasn't doing it for anyone but me.
I put on my flowy-hippie-skirt, a cute top, kept my hair down, put on some eye-shadow, mascara, and lip gloss, then headed out the door. I ate at the Chinese place again (I'm hooked), and went to Barnes & Noble. By then I was accompanied by my buddy Ricardo. He's such a sweetie.
I bought a "Fullmetal Alchemist" book:
It's all art by the creator of the manga/series.
After that, we went to see "Walk the Line." It was pretty good, and I was extremely impressed by Jaoquin's singing! I would not have thought that man could sing...
Rather than going home after parting with Ricardo, I drove for a while. I was in a weird place in my mind. Kind of morose, really.
I drove to a lookout point and sat in the truck for an hour or so. I just listened to music, reflected, cried a bit...All in all, it was some healthy time alone.
Today, I got the mail, went to the bank, shopped for groceries, watched the "ATHF" DVD I made, ate a steak, and here I am. I also fucked around on Paint Shop Pro:
I'm kind of proud of myself, really. I have a short attention span (who doesn't?), and this took me over an hour before I was satisfied with it...
So, for Thanksgiving, it'll just be me and the step-dad. I'm cooking a duck...Yum! Mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, biscuits, home-made gravy, and stuffing. I like to stick bits of celery, apple, andCraisins® in the stuffing. Also, bits of (cooked) liver and other giblets are really tasty in the gravy. It's a good thing.
Optimus Prime is Jewish.
Came as a shocker to me, too.
I'm not even going to bother seeing "Aeon Flux." It's going to suck, and Charlize is a poor, poor choice to play the goddess Aeon. In fact, they shouldn't have made it into a fucking movie to begin with. Aeon was unbelievably hot...so much so, you can't expect that kind of perfection in a human being.
Charlize doesn't have the body for it...period.
Another picture from my romp in Texas:
I've decided to diet. Not in the sense that I'll eat solely rabbit food and count carbs, but I'll definitely start watching what I eat. I've been blessed with awesome metabolism my whole life, but I can tell that it's starting to lessen...
I'm not allowing myself to snack on chocolate at work.
Bowl of cereal for breakfast...okay, two bowls.
I'm eating a bowl of minestrone soup every day for lunch. There's virtually no fat, and it's both tasty and filling. I think it's a pretty good replacement for Taco Bell, eh?
I essentially eat whatever the fuck I want for dinner.
I get bored and I like to play with my new camera:
Well, I suppose that's all for now. I'm sure I'll be lying awake in bed pretty soon thinking, "Ah, man! I should've written about ________!" It's a given. That always happens.
If I think of something else, I'll simply add more to this entry...
What are you all doing for Thanksgiving, my darlings?
I'm pretty convinced it's just the modem that's got issues. Gots to get me a new one...
^ You likey? ^ Yup...Unbeknownst to you, I am, in fact, a Moon Master.
Anywho, life is pretty sucky...and uneventful. I, however, will elaborate on the goings-on of my weekend in such a way that may make it seem as though I am interesting person. I do this for you people, damn it! Yeah, I said "you people." Wanna fight about it?
On Saturday I worked. The new-hires were there, and I scoped the scene for potential hotties. Nope. Not a one. Bummer.
It's gonna be a long holiday season.
After that, I got a PS2 (finally)!!! Since then, I've been playing "Fullmetal Alchemist and the Broken Angel". There's a level I can't get past, and it's pissing me off.
I also have a DVD burner now. Yee-haw! So far, I've made a compilation of live AFI performances, and a collection of "Aqua Teen"s. It takes about ten god-damned hours to burn a DVD. Fuuuuck.
On Sunday, I didn't do a god-damned thing. It felt goooood.
Monday, I worked. I trained a new-hire, which was pretty cool. She was nice, and having her there made a little more relaxed about work for whatever reason.
Relatively soon after she left, my ex-boyfriend strolled in. We're still friends, and I was happy to see him. I looked again, and the dumb-ass had the gall to bring his new girlfriend along.
Let me explain: he and I had been seeing eachother for two years off and on. About four months ago, I came to find that he was seeing other girls. That was okay, technically, because he and I weren't really together. However, he would call me after these dates went sour. I was, essentially, his "back up."
It got to the point where I had had enough. I told him that it was me and only me, or not at all. He said, "So you're telling me it's all or nothing?"
I replied with, "You're god-damned right."
Let's just say we parted ways.
Anywho, just weeks after denying me official girlfriend status, he got a girlfriend.
SO, this is why the whole "having a girlfriend" thing pisses me off. But, jumping into a commitment right after refusing to give me one wasn't enough. He brought her into my fucking work.
He somehow didn't understand that maybe, just maybe, bringing his new girlfriend into his ex-girl's place of employment might not be a good idea. Not only did he bring her in, but I got to "serve" her. Not only did I get to "serve" her, but she was completely rude. No "please" or "thank you"s involved.
I told him tonight that if I hadn't been working and she had dared give me an attitude, I would have beat the fuck out of her in a heartbeat.
After all of that drama, I got off work and decided I was well within my rights to treat myself. I showered, music blaring all the while, and prettied myself up. I wasn't doing it for anyone but me.
I put on my flowy-hippie-skirt, a cute top, kept my hair down, put on some eye-shadow, mascara, and lip gloss, then headed out the door. I ate at the Chinese place again (I'm hooked), and went to Barnes & Noble. By then I was accompanied by my buddy Ricardo. He's such a sweetie.
I bought a "Fullmetal Alchemist" book:
It's all art by the creator of the manga/series.
After that, we went to see "Walk the Line." It was pretty good, and I was extremely impressed by Jaoquin's singing! I would not have thought that man could sing...
Rather than going home after parting with Ricardo, I drove for a while. I was in a weird place in my mind. Kind of morose, really.
I drove to a lookout point and sat in the truck for an hour or so. I just listened to music, reflected, cried a bit...All in all, it was some healthy time alone.
Today, I got the mail, went to the bank, shopped for groceries, watched the "ATHF" DVD I made, ate a steak, and here I am. I also fucked around on Paint Shop Pro:
I'm kind of proud of myself, really. I have a short attention span (who doesn't?), and this took me over an hour before I was satisfied with it...
So, for Thanksgiving, it'll just be me and the step-dad. I'm cooking a duck...Yum! Mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, biscuits, home-made gravy, and stuffing. I like to stick bits of celery, apple, andCraisins® in the stuffing. Also, bits of (cooked) liver and other giblets are really tasty in the gravy. It's a good thing.
Optimus Prime is Jewish.
Came as a shocker to me, too.
I'm not even going to bother seeing "Aeon Flux." It's going to suck, and Charlize is a poor, poor choice to play the goddess Aeon. In fact, they shouldn't have made it into a fucking movie to begin with. Aeon was unbelievably hot...so much so, you can't expect that kind of perfection in a human being.
Charlize doesn't have the body for it...period.
Another picture from my romp in Texas:
I've decided to diet. Not in the sense that I'll eat solely rabbit food and count carbs, but I'll definitely start watching what I eat. I've been blessed with awesome metabolism my whole life, but I can tell that it's starting to lessen...
I'm not allowing myself to snack on chocolate at work.
Bowl of cereal for breakfast...okay, two bowls.
I'm eating a bowl of minestrone soup every day for lunch. There's virtually no fat, and it's both tasty and filling. I think it's a pretty good replacement for Taco Bell, eh?
I essentially eat whatever the fuck I want for dinner.
I get bored and I like to play with my new camera:
Well, I suppose that's all for now. I'm sure I'll be lying awake in bed pretty soon thinking, "Ah, man! I should've written about ________!" It's a given. That always happens.
If I think of something else, I'll simply add more to this entry...
What are you all doing for Thanksgiving, my darlings?
A somewhat eventful weekend...
I went out to the desert (Ocotillo) Friday night with my step-dad. We stopped at Fat Ivor's in Valley Center, a restaurant with the best ribs on the planet. They're also all-you-can-eat, which usually means you wake up with a meat hangover the next morning.
We have yet to find a place that does ribs better. We've looked.
ANYHOO, , leave it to me to get side-tracked by food...
On the way out to the desert we got stuck behind some cunt towing a horse trailer. Despite all the turn-outs that were available for her utilization, she refused to pull over. There were (at least) twenty cars behind her, including the two in front of us. When we got to a passing zone and the two passed her, my step-dad turned on his high beams and didn't lay off the horn. When we got to another passing zone, he started to go around her, and I turned on the cab light. I looked straight at the bitch as we passed and gave her the finger.
When we finally got there the weather was beautiful. It was dark out, and we went for a ride out to Shell Reef. Stopped at Devil's Slide. Made a trip to Blowsands. There was some asshole who decided it'd make him look cool if he parked his buggy right in the middle of the trail at the top of Blowsands. People had to go around him. His idiot tween sons just stared at me when I started up my quad. "Can you move?!" I bitched.
Got back to camp, slept, woke up, ate at the Blu-In. Rode out to Superstition. It was gorgeous. If Superstition were in the park, it'd be an absolute zoo. Thankfully, though, it's just far enough out of the way to keep the idiots from going.
Ocotillo is bumpy, a little rough, solid-packed with rocks and whatnot. Out at Superstition, it's as though someone took a chunk of Glamis (all dunes) and planted it right in the middle of Ocotillo.
Once we made it to Superstition, we rode around for a bit. We just replaced my back tires with 20s, so it made it slightly more difficult to get up this dune:
Me: Kicked your ass!
Dune: Busted.
Surprisingly there were still a handful people there. Awesome nonetheless.
Came back to camp, ate, napped...Packed up. Made one last trip to Shell Reef. It was a complete fucking mess. It was dusty as all hell; we couldn't see a damn thing. By the time we got back to camp to leave, the dust cloud was spread across the valley. If we hadn't already planned on leaving, we would've left anyway. Another night there wasn't worth the low-visibility or sneezing fits.
It was an all-around good trip, though.
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I got into a raging debate with someone last night over the topic of abortion. He was frustrating the hell out of me, because he kept making these baseless claims and assumptions. I understand that everyone is most certainly entitled to their own opinions, but ignorance is something else altogether.
77% of Anti-Choicers are men.
90% of women who are at risk for unplanned pregnancies are using contraception.
"Today the White House released a 1985 application by Samuel Alito to become deputy assistant to U.S. Attorney General Edwin I. Meese III in which he says that he believes strongly that 'the Constitution does not protect the right to an abortion.'" -Planned Parenthood
Nice.
In somewhat related news, I read an article about a woman who was breast-feeding her baby, while inebriated, and fell asleep on top of it. An hour later, when she awoke, the 4 month-old was dead. She could face up to 29 years in prison. Good.
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Rawr:
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Mehhh...I just gave away one of the kittens. I manage to keep myself together while the people are here, but as soon as they're gone, I get all sad-faced.
Especially considering it was my favorite kitten...*sigh*
They other two kittens will be gone by the end of the night.
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This is what happens when I get bored:
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I ate at my favorite Chinese place today for lunch. They're your typical hole-in-the-wall buffet, but they've got the best lo mein ever, and they're egg-drop soup is to die for!
They're always playing Chinese music there, but today it was particularly awful. They played a Chinese rendition of "My Heart Will Go On," and, as if it couldn't get any worse, a cover of Lionel Richie's "Hello." Oy vey!
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I'm watching "Moulin Rouge". And tomorrow, I swear to goddess, I'm going to the theater to see "Elizabethtown" all by my onesy. I'm allowed to be girly every once in a while, for fuck's sake.
When I'm feeling unloved, it's nice to watch a chick-flick.
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My buddy/ex-boyfriend told me he had a dream that I killed him. Apparently we were in Vegas, we got married, and retreated to our hotel. I was on top of him and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry." That's when I slit his throat. Apparently, I put a gun in the gaping wound and fired.
What a dream, eh? I apologized for killing him.
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I'm artsy:
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You guys are my homies.
I went out to the desert (Ocotillo) Friday night with my step-dad. We stopped at Fat Ivor's in Valley Center, a restaurant with the best ribs on the planet. They're also all-you-can-eat, which usually means you wake up with a meat hangover the next morning.
We have yet to find a place that does ribs better. We've looked.
ANYHOO, , leave it to me to get side-tracked by food...
On the way out to the desert we got stuck behind some cunt towing a horse trailer. Despite all the turn-outs that were available for her utilization, she refused to pull over. There were (at least) twenty cars behind her, including the two in front of us. When we got to a passing zone and the two passed her, my step-dad turned on his high beams and didn't lay off the horn. When we got to another passing zone, he started to go around her, and I turned on the cab light. I looked straight at the bitch as we passed and gave her the finger.
When we finally got there the weather was beautiful. It was dark out, and we went for a ride out to Shell Reef. Stopped at Devil's Slide. Made a trip to Blowsands. There was some asshole who decided it'd make him look cool if he parked his buggy right in the middle of the trail at the top of Blowsands. People had to go around him. His idiot tween sons just stared at me when I started up my quad. "Can you move?!" I bitched.
Got back to camp, slept, woke up, ate at the Blu-In. Rode out to Superstition. It was gorgeous. If Superstition were in the park, it'd be an absolute zoo. Thankfully, though, it's just far enough out of the way to keep the idiots from going.
Ocotillo is bumpy, a little rough, solid-packed with rocks and whatnot. Out at Superstition, it's as though someone took a chunk of Glamis (all dunes) and planted it right in the middle of Ocotillo.
Once we made it to Superstition, we rode around for a bit. We just replaced my back tires with 20s, so it made it slightly more difficult to get up this dune:
Me: Kicked your ass!
Dune: Busted.
Surprisingly there were still a handful people there. Awesome nonetheless.
Came back to camp, ate, napped...Packed up. Made one last trip to Shell Reef. It was a complete fucking mess. It was dusty as all hell; we couldn't see a damn thing. By the time we got back to camp to leave, the dust cloud was spread across the valley. If we hadn't already planned on leaving, we would've left anyway. Another night there wasn't worth the low-visibility or sneezing fits.
It was an all-around good trip, though.
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I got into a raging debate with someone last night over the topic of abortion. He was frustrating the hell out of me, because he kept making these baseless claims and assumptions. I understand that everyone is most certainly entitled to their own opinions, but ignorance is something else altogether.
77% of Anti-Choicers are men.
90% of women who are at risk for unplanned pregnancies are using contraception.
"Today the White House released a 1985 application by Samuel Alito to become deputy assistant to U.S. Attorney General Edwin I. Meese III in which he says that he believes strongly that 'the Constitution does not protect the right to an abortion.'" -Planned Parenthood
Nice.
In somewhat related news, I read an article about a woman who was breast-feeding her baby, while inebriated, and fell asleep on top of it. An hour later, when she awoke, the 4 month-old was dead. She could face up to 29 years in prison. Good.
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Rawr:
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Mehhh...I just gave away one of the kittens. I manage to keep myself together while the people are here, but as soon as they're gone, I get all sad-faced.
Especially considering it was my favorite kitten...*sigh*They other two kittens will be gone by the end of the night.
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This is what happens when I get bored:
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I ate at my favorite Chinese place today for lunch. They're your typical hole-in-the-wall buffet, but they've got the best lo mein ever, and they're egg-drop soup is to die for!
They're always playing Chinese music there, but today it was particularly awful. They played a Chinese rendition of "My Heart Will Go On," and, as if it couldn't get any worse, a cover of Lionel Richie's "Hello." Oy vey!
-----------------------------------------------------------------
I'm watching "Moulin Rouge". And tomorrow, I swear to goddess, I'm going to the theater to see "Elizabethtown" all by my onesy. I'm allowed to be girly every once in a while, for fuck's sake.
When I'm feeling unloved, it's nice to watch a chick-flick.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
My buddy/ex-boyfriend told me he had a dream that I killed him. Apparently we were in Vegas, we got married, and retreated to our hotel. I was on top of him and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry." That's when I slit his throat. Apparently, I put a gun in the gaping wound and fired.
What a dream, eh? I apologized for killing him.
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I'm artsy:
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You guys are my homies.
Pictures of Me with Things I Love:
Vitamin Water! It's delicious! The best flavor is Dragonfruit.
Orlando Bloom! *drool* (He's sexier as an elf, though.)
Kitty cat! I think I'll name him Edward. (My other kitty's name is Winry.)
Jason Mraz...*swoon*
"Fullmetal Alchemist"! If only Ed were real...
That concludes the segment.
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I got some riding gear for my quad yesterday! Riding jersey & pants to go with my helmet and boots...They're Yamaha blue! Fantastic...Now all I need is a god-damned sports-bra. There's no pain akin to overly-bouncy boobs.
This brings about a rant...
You know what really grinds my gears?
People assume girls like pink. When I went to the girls' section of the riding gear at Fun Bike Center, all of it was covered in pink. If it wasn't completely pink, it had pink trim. Fuck. I fuckin' hate pink.
So, I went to the guys' section. Found my sweet-ass Yamaha-blue/Fox riding pants and the matching jersey. Granted, I had the get the jersey in kids' XL, and the pants are a 30 in men's...but they fit, god-damn-it! I'll look hot this weekend in my gear...
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The day before yesterday I made a very interesting purchase. Tampons, cat food, a GQ and a Maxim. I made a night of it.
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Random Glam Picture:
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Haha...I was watching "Fullmetal Alchemist" and this popped up:
It was so funny, I had to get a screen shot.
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I'm working on my Italian skills...which basically means I'm reading a phrasebook and trying to memorize crap I probably won't use, ever.
Like..."Vaffanculo!" It means, "Fuck off!" Haha...
Or, hopefully I meet an Italian babe and I'll be able to say, "Andiamo a letto!" That means, "Let's go to bed!" Which'll never happen in a gazillion years.
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So, uh...got another nosebleed today. Can't a girl just shove her finger up there without getting a handful of blood?! It actually wasn't that bad...Two drops, maybe. This damn dry weather is killing me. If I get a nosebleed once, it ends up drying in my nose, which in turn clogs my nose. If my nose is clogged, and I can't freakin' breathe, even if I blow my nose, I'm gonna have to shove my finger up there! It's a vicious circle, I tells ya!!!
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Say happy birthday to Candy.
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I heart Remy.
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"Seinfeld" is not that funny. I don't give a fuck what anyone says. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY. It has its moments, sure, but it certainly doesn't deserve all the ranting, raving and fanfare it's gotten over the years.
Over-rated.....like........*wait for it*.....the Beatles. Bring it on. I'll argue about it all night.
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So, Texas can officially kiss the fattest part of my ass. They voted today to BAN gay marriage. It wasn't even close, either. It was a fucking landslide at 75%!!!
So, I ask you, Texas...how are you affected, inconvenienced, or insulted by what people do in the privacy of their own homes? How is one's love for another a crime against your "God"?! Arrrrgh....
Times like this...I almost wish I drank.
Vitamin Water! It's delicious! The best flavor is Dragonfruit.
Orlando Bloom! *drool* (He's sexier as an elf, though.)
Kitty cat! I think I'll name him Edward. (My other kitty's name is Winry.)
Jason Mraz...*swoon*
"Fullmetal Alchemist"! If only Ed were real...
That concludes the segment.
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I got some riding gear for my quad yesterday! Riding jersey & pants to go with my helmet and boots...They're Yamaha blue! Fantastic...Now all I need is a god-damned sports-bra. There's no pain akin to overly-bouncy boobs.
This brings about a rant...
You know what really grinds my gears?
People assume girls like pink. When I went to the girls' section of the riding gear at Fun Bike Center, all of it was covered in pink. If it wasn't completely pink, it had pink trim. Fuck. I fuckin' hate pink.
So, I went to the guys' section. Found my sweet-ass Yamaha-blue/Fox riding pants and the matching jersey. Granted, I had the get the jersey in kids' XL, and the pants are a 30 in men's...but they fit, god-damn-it! I'll look hot this weekend in my gear...
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The day before yesterday I made a very interesting purchase. Tampons, cat food, a GQ and a Maxim. I made a night of it.
--------------------------------------------------------
Random Glam Picture:
---------------------------------------------------------
Haha...I was watching "Fullmetal Alchemist" and this popped up:
It was so funny, I had to get a screen shot.
--------------------------------------------------------
I'm working on my Italian skills...which basically means I'm reading a phrasebook and trying to memorize crap I probably won't use, ever.
Like..."Vaffanculo!" It means, "Fuck off!" Haha...
Or, hopefully I meet an Italian babe and I'll be able to say, "Andiamo a letto!" That means, "Let's go to bed!" Which'll never happen in a gazillion years.
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So, uh...got another nosebleed today. Can't a girl just shove her finger up there without getting a handful of blood?! It actually wasn't that bad...Two drops, maybe. This damn dry weather is killing me. If I get a nosebleed once, it ends up drying in my nose, which in turn clogs my nose. If my nose is clogged, and I can't freakin' breathe, even if I blow my nose, I'm gonna have to shove my finger up there! It's a vicious circle, I tells ya!!!
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Say happy birthday to Candy.
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I heart Remy.
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"Seinfeld" is not that funny. I don't give a fuck what anyone says. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY. It has its moments, sure, but it certainly doesn't deserve all the ranting, raving and fanfare it's gotten over the years.
Over-rated.....like........*wait for it*.....the Beatles. Bring it on. I'll argue about it all night.
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So, Texas can officially kiss the fattest part of my ass. They voted today to BAN gay marriage. It wasn't even close, either. It was a fucking landslide at 75%!!!
So, I ask you, Texas...how are you affected, inconvenienced, or insulted by what people do in the privacy of their own homes? How is one's love for another a crime against your "God"?! Arrrrgh....
Times like this...I almost wish I drank.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen. This is why you shouldn't pick your nose:
Yesterday it was my left nostril...today it was the right. I'm pretty sure I'm dying. It bled for, like, a fuckin' hour. And then I had nasty, bloody phlegm sliding down my throat.
However, I have good news...
Booty!
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I'm watching "Maury" and girrrrrl...this shit is whack. This bitch done cheated on Deanthony with his best friend! She's 7 months pregnant, and she don't even know who the damn daddy is!!! Fuuuuck.
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Time for some Lunchables.
Yesterday it was my left nostril...today it was the right. I'm pretty sure I'm dying. It bled for, like, a fuckin' hour. And then I had nasty, bloody phlegm sliding down my throat.
However, I have good news...
Booty!
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I'm watching "Maury" and girrrrrl...this shit is whack. This bitch done cheated on Deanthony with his best friend! She's 7 months pregnant, and she don't even know who the damn daddy is!!! Fuuuuck.
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Time for some Lunchables.
Pictures from tonight's Meet and Greet/Signing!!!
Our display:
Leaflet:
The girls...Me, Lane, LauraJean, Beretta, Candy, and Dimmi:
Lane signing a poster:
Myself, as a pirate/wench/thing:
Beautiful Dimmi:
A young fan, who we caught looking up my dress:
So...that was the evening! The other girls should have pictures up soon, hopefully...
I had fun! It was great meeting other San Diego-area SG beauties!
And, of course, it was wonderful to meet all the awesome people who came out to see us! Thanks so much to those who made the effort!
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If you haven't been watching "I Love the 80s: 3D" on VH1, you should watch it. Hal Sparks is wearing an SG shirt. He should get a free lifetime membership, if he doesn't already have one.
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I found this awesome picture of Renee Zellweger! Who would've thought she could look this hot?:
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Renaissance Faire again tomorrow!!! According to Whipboy, who performs at various events with a six-foot bullwhip, it was better this weekend. Last weekend it was kind of...blah.
Here's me last weekend!
Boooooooobies.
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I'm fuckin' tired.
I got Taco Bell for dinner tonight...Soft taco, chicken quesadilla w/o sauce, bean & cheese burrito, and Nachos Bell Grande. And some Lindor Truffles...yummm...
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Random shout-out to Remy. You're lovely.
Our display:
Leaflet:
The girls...Me, Lane, LauraJean, Beretta, Candy, and Dimmi:
Lane signing a poster:
Myself, as a pirate/wench/thing:
Beautiful Dimmi:
A young fan, who we caught looking up my dress:
So...that was the evening! The other girls should have pictures up soon, hopefully...
I had fun! It was great meeting other San Diego-area SG beauties!
And, of course, it was wonderful to meet all the awesome people who came out to see us! Thanks so much to those who made the effort!
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If you haven't been watching "I Love the 80s: 3D" on VH1, you should watch it. Hal Sparks is wearing an SG shirt. He should get a free lifetime membership, if he doesn't already have one.
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I found this awesome picture of Renee Zellweger! Who would've thought she could look this hot?:
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Renaissance Faire again tomorrow!!! According to Whipboy, who performs at various events with a six-foot bullwhip, it was better this weekend. Last weekend it was kind of...blah.
Here's me last weekend!
Boooooooobies.
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I'm fuckin' tired.
I got Taco Bell for dinner tonight...Soft taco, chicken quesadilla w/o sauce, bean & cheese burrito, and Nachos Bell Grande. And some Lindor Truffles...yummm...
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Random shout-out to Remy. You're lovely.
