For the record, I must say that being cold sucks. I know i've said it before but yes, indeed, being cold sucks. Wintering in Tennessee is hellish. I mean, winters in Connecticut weren't great but at least we had snow. snowballs are weapons that are free. Joy in the land. Joy in the emergency room. Joy in my ex girlfriend's bedroom. Joy. But being here in the southeastern part of hell is easily the most underdeveloped sense of psychotic self ever. I HATE being cold and not having precipitation. Cold windy sunny days make me limp far more then cold grey days with falling slow. THAT'S WINTER, DAMMIT!! Not this sunny breezy cold as a poser goth girl's disposition shit.
Give me a noreaster and some serious snow drifts on the side, please. My stay in the micro jungle is so last year. But if nothing else, give me some torrential flooding. Something dammit!! I wish for weather because in a few weeks, mating season will begin again here in the micro jungle. Oh bloody hell. Fuck me running with a chainsaw. The sun will be high in the sky, the land will be filled with young girls in short skirts and fishnets again and people will be happy. Springtime alone is hell, summer alone is far worse.
This is why I bunker down in cool dark rooms in the summer, and convert those rooms into HEAT! in the winter. Darkness rules. Light does not.
Onto the business of the week.
- The Realization That I WILL Be Moving Soon -
We have begun the final action against our landlord. I will be leaving this arid plain of despair soon. My life in Chattahoochie is coming to an end. Soon.
And strangely enough, I'm beginning to feel a bit skint about the whole thing. All of it. Moving sucks. I thought Chattanooga was going to be a spot to put down roots and mabye build the tree of death to kill all bitch ass faggots in my way. Or at least be able to explore my art. A little. But I will be finding a new place to roost soon. Hopefully my own place with enough time and infastructure to learn how to drive and be able to support myself. Ironically, it doesn't take much to support one's self when one lives alone. Therefore, I will be going back into the whole "Living by myself" thing in my new spot. Fuck roommates, unless we're sharing a duplex. Then that might be alright.
My flatmates and I are at the end of our collective ropes, methinks. I honestly believe that if we weren't in the money issues we were in and that this town didn't suck balls, we'd be able to live together much much longer. And we just might. I might move with them to midtown Nashville, just a slender and sexy 3.5 hours from Chattahoochie and a mere 5.25 hours from ATL. But here's a thought...a studio apartment...in Atlanta that ISN'T expensive as hell! Hmmm....mayhaps my friends and fellow maniacs on the ATL board can help me with this....
- Burning Desires, Scorched Loins, Bruised Emotions -
Foamy rules. Foamy rules and IllWillPress needs to be deified into complete religion status. Fuck yes. This is my fanboy moment but fuck you, I love a pissed off ranting squirrel. Squirrelly wrath indeed. But watching tons of Neurotically Yours today has put a problem into my head.
Germaine.
I fucking want that gothy girl ass so fucking much it HURTS. My balls ache to pull that purple hair and bite that smooth white neck. I want sperm in holes and bite marks on skin. I want a naked collaring. Her collaring ME! I want it. Now. With a large french fry. To go. Yup. And the fact that I CAN'T have her or girls like her in real life (Lecia, I'm so talking to you sweetie.
) makes me burn a little inside. I desire gothy women so much. I like goth girls. Goth girls make me all sorts of horny and the fact that most goth girls are either....
A. Complete lunatics with neurotic issues of delusion....
B. Taken by someone....
C. "Not dating at the current time"...but totally willing to fuck the cutest thin boy with piercings...
D. Lesbian and proud....
And I'm usually on the outside of all of those things makes me mad. I WANT goth pussy. I want pierced and pinned nuttyness in my life. I seek it. I'm tired of dealing with girls who are A&F or micro thug. I want pinned pussy. I want someone with a choker holding my hand as we look at cars on the overpass speeding and talk about life. I like that idea. I want slow sex in a field of clover then hurling meat products at a fast food restaurant just for fun. I'd like to slip the tounge at a goth club then antagonize truckers at a Waffle House somewhere at like 3.45 in the morning. Is this so much to ask?!
And on that note, I talked to skittles_delight last night. Swoon. I am so taken. So taken. My burning for her is now a small inferno. Not a big one...but fuck! She was right when she said she likes to talk on the phone and now I know why. I felt tingling in my body I'd not felt in a long assed time and I liked it. A lot. And she's a post raver! Double plus PLUR bonus. And she likes to pit. We traded pit stories. Score.
I won't marry her. Mabye. I will however meet her soon. Yes. I will. After the surgery. And I drive. Yeah.
We also talked about how PSW girls and SG's need to look like they love the camera again. Which is sooooooo true. I was looking at her old pics and I just nearly nutted myself. THAT's the way I want my pinned girls to look. I want them to look like them being photographed is a joy not a nuisance! Is it so hard to get naked and enjoy it? On film?!
So, to recap: Germaine is goth cuteness, Lecia reminds me of Germaine, skittles_delight is my new predominant crush. Gotta love unrequited life.
I must now know what Woody Allen felt like before the whole Soon Yee thing...
- End Notes -
1. Podcast Alley, bitches. Winamp and my jukebox zen NEVER sounded so good. Between them, and my new acid techno fetish...life is sonically good again.
2. The return of the evil waitressses is back but I'm ok with it now. Charlotte is a thief and a skank and we're going to evict her stealing ass. Ally is well...ally. She does need to stop flirting with the customers so damned much...but she also doesn't need to be STALKED by the town derelict/hesher/freak. Who carrys a gun. All the time. My job is, well...dangerous again. And yet...strangely calm. Oh, and working on the grill keeps me sane. I like cooking, I hate serving. Going 3 and 2 again on deployment makes me much happier then before.
3. The phone has been fixed and this time, both batteries are charging. Joy in the land. I can now be reached again.
4. Emulators STILL rule but now I need a CD drive that works so I can play my PSX games. I need some serious Metal Gear Solid action.
5. Otaku's still make my head hurt. Yup.
And on that note, time to die. But before I go....
...I want Skittles to know that I want her to collar me. Real good. Yeah.
Later all. More soon.
Also, bonus to all you Daria Morgendorfer look alikes: If you don't date, don't bitch about how guys don't like you. Men like me, who have been searching for our Daria Morgendorfer our whole lives, are tired and pissed at this shit. Why do good girls get bad guys cause good guys get tired of waiting and go get whatever they can find. Start dating, stop bullshit kvetching and have an open fucking mind!!! Mabye then, your man will emerge from the mire.
That's all. Daria...how I miss you. Skittles....swoon.
Give me a noreaster and some serious snow drifts on the side, please. My stay in the micro jungle is so last year. But if nothing else, give me some torrential flooding. Something dammit!! I wish for weather because in a few weeks, mating season will begin again here in the micro jungle. Oh bloody hell. Fuck me running with a chainsaw. The sun will be high in the sky, the land will be filled with young girls in short skirts and fishnets again and people will be happy. Springtime alone is hell, summer alone is far worse.
This is why I bunker down in cool dark rooms in the summer, and convert those rooms into HEAT! in the winter. Darkness rules. Light does not.
Onto the business of the week.
- The Realization That I WILL Be Moving Soon -
We have begun the final action against our landlord. I will be leaving this arid plain of despair soon. My life in Chattahoochie is coming to an end. Soon.
And strangely enough, I'm beginning to feel a bit skint about the whole thing. All of it. Moving sucks. I thought Chattanooga was going to be a spot to put down roots and mabye build the tree of death to kill all bitch ass faggots in my way. Or at least be able to explore my art. A little. But I will be finding a new place to roost soon. Hopefully my own place with enough time and infastructure to learn how to drive and be able to support myself. Ironically, it doesn't take much to support one's self when one lives alone. Therefore, I will be going back into the whole "Living by myself" thing in my new spot. Fuck roommates, unless we're sharing a duplex. Then that might be alright.
My flatmates and I are at the end of our collective ropes, methinks. I honestly believe that if we weren't in the money issues we were in and that this town didn't suck balls, we'd be able to live together much much longer. And we just might. I might move with them to midtown Nashville, just a slender and sexy 3.5 hours from Chattahoochie and a mere 5.25 hours from ATL. But here's a thought...a studio apartment...in Atlanta that ISN'T expensive as hell! Hmmm....mayhaps my friends and fellow maniacs on the ATL board can help me with this....
- Burning Desires, Scorched Loins, Bruised Emotions -
Foamy rules. Foamy rules and IllWillPress needs to be deified into complete religion status. Fuck yes. This is my fanboy moment but fuck you, I love a pissed off ranting squirrel. Squirrelly wrath indeed. But watching tons of Neurotically Yours today has put a problem into my head.
Germaine.
I fucking want that gothy girl ass so fucking much it HURTS. My balls ache to pull that purple hair and bite that smooth white neck. I want sperm in holes and bite marks on skin. I want a naked collaring. Her collaring ME! I want it. Now. With a large french fry. To go. Yup. And the fact that I CAN'T have her or girls like her in real life (Lecia, I'm so talking to you sweetie.
) makes me burn a little inside. I desire gothy women so much. I like goth girls. Goth girls make me all sorts of horny and the fact that most goth girls are either....
A. Complete lunatics with neurotic issues of delusion....
B. Taken by someone....
C. "Not dating at the current time"...but totally willing to fuck the cutest thin boy with piercings...
D. Lesbian and proud....
And I'm usually on the outside of all of those things makes me mad. I WANT goth pussy. I want pierced and pinned nuttyness in my life. I seek it. I'm tired of dealing with girls who are A&F or micro thug. I want pinned pussy. I want someone with a choker holding my hand as we look at cars on the overpass speeding and talk about life. I like that idea. I want slow sex in a field of clover then hurling meat products at a fast food restaurant just for fun. I'd like to slip the tounge at a goth club then antagonize truckers at a Waffle House somewhere at like 3.45 in the morning. Is this so much to ask?!
And on that note, I talked to skittles_delight last night. Swoon. I am so taken. So taken. My burning for her is now a small inferno. Not a big one...but fuck! She was right when she said she likes to talk on the phone and now I know why. I felt tingling in my body I'd not felt in a long assed time and I liked it. A lot. And she's a post raver! Double plus PLUR bonus. And she likes to pit. We traded pit stories. Score.
I won't marry her. Mabye. I will however meet her soon. Yes. I will. After the surgery. And I drive. Yeah.
We also talked about how PSW girls and SG's need to look like they love the camera again. Which is sooooooo true. I was looking at her old pics and I just nearly nutted myself. THAT's the way I want my pinned girls to look. I want them to look like them being photographed is a joy not a nuisance! Is it so hard to get naked and enjoy it? On film?!
So, to recap: Germaine is goth cuteness, Lecia reminds me of Germaine, skittles_delight is my new predominant crush. Gotta love unrequited life.
I must now know what Woody Allen felt like before the whole Soon Yee thing...
- End Notes -
1. Podcast Alley, bitches. Winamp and my jukebox zen NEVER sounded so good. Between them, and my new acid techno fetish...life is sonically good again.
2. The return of the evil waitressses is back but I'm ok with it now. Charlotte is a thief and a skank and we're going to evict her stealing ass. Ally is well...ally. She does need to stop flirting with the customers so damned much...but she also doesn't need to be STALKED by the town derelict/hesher/freak. Who carrys a gun. All the time. My job is, well...dangerous again. And yet...strangely calm. Oh, and working on the grill keeps me sane. I like cooking, I hate serving. Going 3 and 2 again on deployment makes me much happier then before.
3. The phone has been fixed and this time, both batteries are charging. Joy in the land. I can now be reached again.
4. Emulators STILL rule but now I need a CD drive that works so I can play my PSX games. I need some serious Metal Gear Solid action.
5. Otaku's still make my head hurt. Yup.
And on that note, time to die. But before I go....
...I want Skittles to know that I want her to collar me. Real good. Yeah.
Later all. More soon.
Also, bonus to all you Daria Morgendorfer look alikes: If you don't date, don't bitch about how guys don't like you. Men like me, who have been searching for our Daria Morgendorfer our whole lives, are tired and pissed at this shit. Why do good girls get bad guys cause good guys get tired of waiting and go get whatever they can find. Start dating, stop bullshit kvetching and have an open fucking mind!!! Mabye then, your man will emerge from the mire.
That's all. Daria...how I miss you. Skittles....swoon.
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