*Cat*
(clear throat, enter with the random bongo beats)

Sleepy!
(snap, snap)
Too many energy drinks.
Bad combo.
Where is my cat?
(snap, snap)
Back in Minnesota.
grrr...

thanks for the impromptu poetry jam, Shachia

I'd just like to say that I really regret not going to Foxy Boxing on Saturday. I missed the chance to throw a few non-regulation punches down on the floor. I'm sorry for all the crap that happened, girls, and I would've gladly unleashed the fierceness and gone to jail in order to show those fuckwits how to respect a lady.

*fuming*
*shuts up now*

This is something that comes back to me occasionally, and bothers me every time...

I know people are said to be products of their enviroment, but the fact that I'm shaped SO much by every shitty experience I've ever had bothers me.
I remember what I was like as a kid, before the worst of it all started happening... I may have had a lot of physical problems, but I was at peace, I was happy. Completely confident, completely in-tune with my surroundings.. Now, the personality traits I had are still around, but they're drowned out heavily by things that are accepted completely by my brain, but are completely alien to what I feel like I was supposed to be, and could have been.

Would my love for fistfights be there?
Would all these kinks be there?
Would I be so ridiculously insecure?

No. No. No.
Though I normally accept all those facets of myself with as much grace as a fierce lil' girl can, it just seems wrong. Sometimes I've just got to sit and miss that gone self.

God, why do I have to write the morose stuff that should be well articulated, at 6 in the morning when I can't possibly do it justice? ech. Humor me.

I keep having really disturbing erotic dreams. That'll be my next entry, but I just don't know what to say at the moment.
The most unexpected people show up in them, too....
my anthropology instructor, a skinny dirty little gay raver acquaintance of mine, the girl who works in the pawn shop down the street, even people from my nasty nazi grandpa's ancient collection of porn films.
It's starting to make me uneasy. brrrr.

odd. I was listening to ohia, since I've got some on cd now (thanks!)... it brought to mind "the last temptation of christ" for some reason, maybe just the feelings it evokes, and I was wondering why the hell I didn't put it in my favorite films list when I first did this profile. I like film, music, art - that makes me feel strange, that make me question one thing or another, that make me get giddy or cry. I guess I've got to love anything that actually evokes emotion that I don't normally feel.
On a lighter note, umm...well. shoot.
strike the lighter note part out, I don't know how the hell to follow up what I just wrote.

I'm sure I'll come up with something.

So I just slept for sixteen hours. And I woke up and felt crappy from too much sleep. bah. I need a job.
I'm still in awe of the site, and so glad to be here. One of my dreams in life was to be on SG, and I guess this profile kind of makes that dream come true in a bastardized way, even though I don't get to be nude. *sigh* maybe someday...

so I've spent the last couple of hours since I was gifted this account just looking at every damned thing I can, with my mouth hanging vapidly open.
well done site, well done photography, girls that I'd like to do well. *sigh* what a good day.
once again, props to joyrider for his generosity.
this is the first "nekkid ladies" site I've ever had a subscription to, and it'll be the only, and the last, I'm sure. Well, I'm off to listen to music and do a victory dance, and perhaps have myself a turkey samwich. mmm.

After weaseling peeks at this site through friends who actually paid the ten bucks, I've finally gotten a pass of my own. joyrider, you rock my fuggin' world, man. You and the credit card that I'm not so envious of now.