Update, update. I sure do ignore this a lot don't I? Eh, what can you do.



Current photo is current.

Anyways, all I seem to do anymore is play video games. Hit me up on XBL if you're down for a little zombie survival: nzambi.

This is what happens when I don't sleep:

I pretty sure any book with a description like this is going to be fucking suburb.

"It's difficult to love a woman whose vagina is a gateway to the world of the dead."
- The Haunted Vagina by Carlton Mellick III, description from Amazon.com

SO, I sure haven't updated this in quite sometime. I go through my phases I suppose. In all honesty I don't even look at three quarters of the sets that are posted here anymore, nothing has really caught my eye for a while. I do however really enjoy the news threads and I read them religiously. It's sort of like buying Playboy for the articles, which is something I miss doing: someone bought Brad's mother a subscription to Playboy, being the paranoid freak that she is she thought it was her ex-husband trying to give people the impression that she was a lesbian, whatever, I benefited from the situation greatly while I lived with her.

Anyways, I thought I'd share a story I read in the LJ community bad_sex:

I am the causer of "bad" sex with my delightful friend with benefits.

So last night I'm crashing at his place, mostly out of convenience, and neither of us is expecting anything to happen because we are more friends than anything and tend to hang out pretty often. So at a certain point we get to goofing around and somehow we start play-fighting and wrestling on the bed. Well, he is a brown belt in karate and as a part of his training has learned techniques in all things, including some grappling, so he pins me rather quickly. I become aroused.

So he lies down on his back beside me and I climb on top of him, straddling him. He laughs at how easily I was turned on but indicates that he's not particularly dying for it himself. So I raise an eyebrow and proceed to kiss him, kiss his neck, all the while gently rubbing myself against his package, and then I lean down and whisper in his ear:

"We are the Borg! Resistance is futile!"

He made a squished up face and rolled his eyes, but somehow I was unable to stop -- We made out for a while and then I found myself whispering, "I want your deep space nine!"
And then when he went to pleasure me: "Make it so!"

I'm pretty sure I even asked him to "Remove his cloaking device" when he was still wearing boxers...

In the end, I was laughing my ass off and he was taking it with good humor (he knows I'm a big big geek), but after my last remark he was like "OK seriously, NO MAN FINDS PICARD THAT SEXY!!"

*Sigh*
Geekin' aint easy...

Source.

Removed.

Back from Chicago, very happy with the results

So I'll be driving out to Chicago next Saturday to have my dreads installed. It'll only cost me $200 for the dreads, which is a lot better than the $475 The Hair Police affiliates were asking, but I still have to take into consideration gas and hotel expenses. I'm going to guess that this little excursion will cost around $450.

So... yeah, I'm excited... and broke.

FOUR MONTHS IS ENTIRELY TOO FAR AWAY! I'm very much ready to be back in California.

I'm looking into getting synthetic dreads as soon as I can find someone relatively close to me and hopefully affordable. I'm sick of wearing my wig at work. It's hot, itchy, and gives me headaches. I can't dye my hair a "normal" color since I'm allergic to all non-vegetable dyes and I don't want to bleach out the green stain on my hair for a few reasons: my hair is finally healthy, I don't want to ruin it and I look horrible with blonde hair. I've also wanted to dread my hair for a while but being incredibly afraid of changing my mind after I do the deed (I'm far too fat to have short hair) I've put it off. I don't know where to look though.

I've contacted a few people in the Chicago area who have been trained by
The Hair Police in their style of synthetic dreading, but if they follow the same kind of price guide, I'm fucked. I have a hard enough time being able to spend $285 for my plane ticket to SF, I couldn't drop $475 for extentions that will only last me 3 months before needing to be removed or serviced.

Piddle.

I haven't been here in quite some time. I've pretty much disappeared from teh interwebz all together since I returned home at the end of May.

Work is hell, life is throwing me lots of curve balls, but I'm not too bad off. Alas, I'm still looking forward to Halloween and a return to The City Of Integras; San Francisco. I especially miss her.

Little over five days left, and then I'll be gone for a month. A whole month. I am beyond scared. The longest I've ever been away from home is 10 days, and I've never been away by myself. I'm so afraid that I won't be able to handle it and there'll be no way for me to go home. I'm scared that Buddha will freak out while I'm gone - she always gets depressed if I don't see her everyday. I'm petrified that something will happen to my granny while I'm gone, I'd never forgive myself. I'm also worried that this friendship I'm starting to rebuild will deteriorate with my absence. I should be worried about money, but money is so superficial compared to everything else.

It's starting to sink in that I won't see my friends, family, or cats for a complete 31 days. I won't sleep in my own bed, go to work, drive my car. I'll be nearly 2,000 miles from home at either destination in my journey.

I am so completely beside myself with fear. This trip was meant to relieve stress, not cause it. I just need a hug really bad right now.

Anyways, random photo time:



And also, how my ear is healing (surprisingly well):

For my birthday I decided to get my flats punched, unfortunately I only did my right. I ended up freaking out a little more than I expected to and I bled just a little bit more than Jeremy thought I would have. I regret that I didn't do both, because now I'm just disappointed in myself, especially since it wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be. Oh well, it gives me time to train myself to sleep on my back.

BEFORE:



AFTER:



Like I said, I bled a bit. Jeremy said normally only a little trickle of blood will come out as long as the punch is in and there's pressure being applied to it, not me! I started to gush immediately, bleeding all over the floor, table, and of course, Jeremy's khaki shorts I haven't bled since though, and the pain and swelling haven't been as bad as he told me it would be.

The best part about the whole deal was eating the flesh that was removed. It was the part of the experience I was most looking forward to, I'm all about a little auto-cannibalism. I took a photo (well, Trenten took the photo) of it before I threw it down the hatch, but unfortunately it came out unfocused and dark. I guess I'll just have to get a better picture when I get my left ear done in June.

If you ever, for some reason, get a chance to examine a through-and-through section of your flesh, let me know what it looks like. It was the oddest thing I've ever seen. There was the skin on either side, like two pieces of bread, then there was a dark red layer that reminded me of toro sashimi, next came a thin, white layer that I can only assume was cartilage, followed by more toro. Somewhere in there was a layer of yellow, blobby beads of fat, either before or after the second layer of sashimi, I can't remember.

If you're wondering about the taste, there wasn't much of one. The blood made it salty and copper tasting, but that was about it. The texture was similar to a rubber band and gristle. Next punch I think I'm going to chew slower and get a better idea of what it's like to eat ones self instead of rushing through it fearing unpleasantness.

I went back to see Jeremy yesterday because my ear had been oozing quite a bit (read: mass quantities) of grossness. Turns out that instead of moving along with the jewelry when my ear continued to swell, the o-ring stayed where it was put and consequently had slipped under the wound edge (and into the hole) and Jeremy had to dig it out with some forceps. It was highly uncomfortable.

It's all worth it.

I almost forgot to say thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday last week, so thanks!