Feeling a little discouraged. It's dumb, really. I feel like I keep having crushes of various degrees (in one case, real feelings) for people I can't have. And by have I don't even mean "have" exclusively, just tangentially, really. *le feeling sorry myself w/out real warrant sigh*

I have a paper due two days ago...heh, have an extension until tomorrow morning. I better work on that, though the temptation to take a bath and read Small Gods is so strong. And if I watch Daily Show/Colbert then I'll need to masturbate. Damn, how does one find time to write menial papers?

Well, two days later but re: last post, mission accomplished. Or should I say emission accomplished. ha. My favorite part was slapping him in the face

And today...today I shall get laid.*


*or at the very least have some very hot make outs. but i remain hopeful.


Disappointment edit: Nevermind.

I want to jerk off, but it's so cold that I don't want to take off my pants. Undercover doesn't work so well for me, can't explain it.

It's a conundrum. Or cum-undrum if you will (you shouldn't).

Life is sweet. Making new friends. Reigniting sexiness w/an old friend (which means a cute, cuddly girl in my bed a few times a week =). Re-reading Ariel by Sylvia Plath. Seeing Watchman finally Friday. Spring break video gaming and utter laziness. Mindblowing g-spot orgasms. Life is sweet indeed.

I posted pictures in the Masturbation Group. Boobs are orbs of happiness, vaginas are magical wonders and you should check out (more recent pictures of) mine.

A friend recently reminded me how of much of a verbophile I used to be and of the feeling of writing something that affects others in some way. .2 of the 4 friends that have read my poems said that one or more of them turned them on! I find that so cool, because it wasn't even my intention, and most aren't overtly sexual.

I've been falling back in love with language. I got a collection of all of Rilke's French poems...$18 but I think worth it because Rilke makes my heart happy. Also reading some ee cummings. I've been working on completing some old poems of mine that need work. I wish it still came to me automatically, but it's still good to make some progress. I've also discovered what an awesomely sensory experience it is to have poetry read to you. Without the act of reading, automatic as it may seem, you can really focus on the sounds of the words, the flow, and best of all, you can picture the imagery so clearly. love love love

This probably bored everyone, but I can't help it. It's something I'm passionate about. I'm debating posting the erotic poem (don't laugh) that I just finished but I kind of doubt anyone would care to read it (which is cool, I understand not everyone's into poetry)...but then it seems kind of appropriate since this IS a porn site. hmm.

More vanity...

My extra-clawed mutant kitty got a little too into the pettings the other day, started slipping off the back of the couch, scrambled across my face, and dragged my laptop to the ground, breaking a piece off of it (it's OK). My face doesn't look too bad, but the two scratches on my lips really stung at the time. This is by a hot rock poster designed by my friend. He's awesome.

SG's xmas gift

Gretchen surrenders to the sunlight

Me & Tim, my mom's shit-zu...looks like a wookie, doesn't he?


Are there any albums that you just can't stop listening to? In my car, it's Lonesome Crowded West by Modest Mouse. On my mp3 player/at home it's Modern Guilt by Beck.

I like how my eye makeup turned out & this seems an apt place for vanity Sadly enough I wasn't going anywhere so I just did the eyes & put on lipstick...and a mysterious red spot showed up for the pictures - thanks, skin


Man, someone needs to date me already. Or kiss me. Or sit close enough on the couch so our arms or legs "accidentally" touch. I'm not asking for much here!