Last time, i asked you suggestions on books and poetry. Tonight i am here to ask you your favourite way to read poetry that has been collected in a book or compilation. Randomly? In order? With pencil marks and circles and dogears? Discuss.
Well, assuming nothing goes wrong with signing the paperwork, and the store doesn't burn down, or any of the myriad of things that could hinder my life, i shall soon be making an ever-so-slightly less temporary move (as opposed to just a long-term visit) to the outside of Boston area.
I picked up a retail job at the Newbury Comics in Newton, as i am desperately broke and southwestern CT is slowly killing me. The details are complicated, so i won't bother you with them. I just wanted to note that i plan on going up Monday afternoon (after a doctor appointment, and before a concert) and thus i will be just missing the Boston SG get together. Sad for me. Always next time, i suppose.
I really wanted to thank everyone for their reply to my last post by giving a suggestion of my own, but i couldn't make up my mind what to put down other than the things i'm always mentioning everywhere anyway.
Um. I wish this thing had a 'preview' on it...
I picked up a retail job at the Newbury Comics in Newton, as i am desperately broke and southwestern CT is slowly killing me. The details are complicated, so i won't bother you with them. I just wanted to note that i plan on going up Monday afternoon (after a doctor appointment, and before a concert) and thus i will be just missing the Boston SG get together. Sad for me. Always next time, i suppose.
I really wanted to thank everyone for their reply to my last post by giving a suggestion of my own, but i couldn't make up my mind what to put down other than the things i'm always mentioning everywhere anyway.
Um. I wish this thing had a 'preview' on it...
I am: mouse, which explains everything and nothing. I am probably more than you are willing to deal with. I have a large complicated list of diagnosed and undiagnosed chronic illnesses, pains, and depressions. I need constant reassurance, affirmation, and inspiration in return for giving all my soul and devotion.
Every day is an exercise in trying to get better.
But perhaps that's too heavy. Still reading?
I am a shy glam rocker/geek girl wannabe. Queerish (think boy-crazy dyke). Unproductive non-creating artist & masochistic hedonist aesthete with yoga and zen interests. Narcoleptic insomniac. You know, i didn't intend for everything i wrote to be contradictory but the thing is, it's all *true*.
I am into: self-improvement, everyday magic, and all of the interests i've already spelled out in detail in my profile. Seriously, just read it. It says a lot.
You are: Patient but Passionate. A raving Tori fan (as if there were any others), with the ability to quote Oscar Wilde effortlessly. Geek, dyke, omnisexual, genderqueer, etc. prefered over 'bisexual', but feel free to prove me wrong. No recreational drugs. Ever. Other positions open include Fabulous Gay Boyfriend, gaggle of feminist but catty gabby (straight)girl friends, fairy gothmothers, muses, fanboys, or suggest a role.
Almost forgot. Must like animals, and more importantly, be willing to kiss (or at least cuddle) rats.
(I am probably forgetting all the most important things, and will want to rewrite this entire thing in about an hour. But if i don't 'submit' this now i never will and then i'll never be one of the cool kids. Wah)
Every day is an exercise in trying to get better.
But perhaps that's too heavy. Still reading?
I am a shy glam rocker/geek girl wannabe. Queerish (think boy-crazy dyke). Unproductive non-creating artist & masochistic hedonist aesthete with yoga and zen interests. Narcoleptic insomniac. You know, i didn't intend for everything i wrote to be contradictory but the thing is, it's all *true*.
I am into: self-improvement, everyday magic, and all of the interests i've already spelled out in detail in my profile. Seriously, just read it. It says a lot.
You are: Patient but Passionate. A raving Tori fan (as if there were any others), with the ability to quote Oscar Wilde effortlessly. Geek, dyke, omnisexual, genderqueer, etc. prefered over 'bisexual', but feel free to prove me wrong. No recreational drugs. Ever. Other positions open include Fabulous Gay Boyfriend, gaggle of feminist but catty gabby (straight)girl friends, fairy gothmothers, muses, fanboys, or suggest a role.
Almost forgot. Must like animals, and more importantly, be willing to kiss (or at least cuddle) rats.
(I am probably forgetting all the most important things, and will want to rewrite this entire thing in about an hour. But if i don't 'submit' this now i never will and then i'll never be one of the cool kids. Wah)
she is gone (home, north, over the border)
i still have not said very much to my weblog of the amazing things i want to write everwhere. Still uncertain when and how and if i am going to do that.
Or maybe just write it here. Or maybe.. i don't knoe. So much to do so much to catch up on and i know i'll spend the day in bed.
i still have not said very much to my weblog of the amazing things i want to write everwhere. Still uncertain when and how and if i am going to do that.
Or maybe just write it here. Or maybe.. i don't knoe. So much to do so much to catch up on and i know i'll spend the day in bed.
I'm not entirely certain if my weblog readers are ready to hear this sort of information from me or not, so i am going to try it out here, first.
I'm behind in my social duties and the SG community and other internet things because i am currently having the hottest and best sex in the history of the world.
I am physically incapable of orgasm under any circumstane (by myself, with others, anything), i have a heat rash in the deepest darkest regions of my cleavage, one of the ugliest scabs and newly forming keloids from self-inflicted gouges on my left breast, and stretchmarks that would rival a pregnant woman's- flickering flames up my abdomen. These, along with other less shallow reasons, led me to a self-imposed celibacy. Or so i thought.
"I got my girl and she's a wow
I cast my iron knickers down."
There are no words. We have the hottest sex ever. That is all.
I'm behind in my social duties and the SG community and other internet things because i am currently having the hottest and best sex in the history of the world.
I am physically incapable of orgasm under any circumstane (by myself, with others, anything), i have a heat rash in the deepest darkest regions of my cleavage, one of the ugliest scabs and newly forming keloids from self-inflicted gouges on my left breast, and stretchmarks that would rival a pregnant woman's- flickering flames up my abdomen. These, along with other less shallow reasons, led me to a self-imposed celibacy. Or so i thought.
"I got my girl and she's a wow
I cast my iron knickers down."
There are no words. We have the hottest sex ever. That is all.
My weblog and i are having a falling out. I think she just does not love me anymore.
can i hide here? would anyone care?
"what time are we upon and where do i belong?"
can i hide here? would anyone care?
"what time are we upon and where do i belong?"
I keep a weblog at www.faerieglamour.com/weblog/index.php
Please drop me a note to let me know you stopped by. (here or there)
Please drop me a note to let me know you stopped by. (here or there)
