well thank you very much! couple of years back i did a lot more photo-taking (wouldn't call it photography) but this seems to be a good outlet for these kinda things
oh my GOSH lady. kick boxing is awesome. i looked at my butt in the mirror this morning and it was UP. perky, if you will wonderful. i would most definitely take tango lessons if they were available to me, that sounds like so much fun! and dancers have the most awesome bodies, i'm kind of jealous.
my tatt isn't finished yet, but it will be soon, so i'm holding out to take pics. i really want my set to be done but i am just too much of a perfectionist, so i am holding out for that too....
The comment you just left me is one of the nicest I've ever had - thank you so much!
I absolutely hated the hair when I had it cut - I knew what I wanted and the woman cut it totally differently and I was gutted - it's grown several inches now and is a total mess, but I now like it lots
I love the photos in this journal, very beautiful.
I'm up because I got back from work really late (I work in a club) and then decided to check my email - saw my set was up and have been replying to comments since! I really should head to bed soon, but I'm getting hungry so I might just get breakfast instead.
I love the colour of my hair, but it was that colour before I cut it all off anyway. Turquoise is my favourite colour of the moment. I took a shedload of pictures in to the hairdresser and explained exactly how I wanted it and she still cut it almost exactly the opposite of what I wanted!
Somewhere in northern Indiana, you can outrun radio stations and city lights. And if you take the right back roads, you can find little diamonds tucked into the folds of night. Since there is no soap left in my soapbox at the moment, I decided to post a few old poem fragments. They're hidden, so you decide...
I admit, I'm still learning to read poetry. I'm a book junkie - I can read anything with a first-person perspective, but in H.S. english I'd always just glance at assigned poetry before class...
I finally picked up Bukowski's poetry after reading his prose for years. Then I discovered Paul Repps "Telegrams"? and Japanese Zen naturalist works...
I've found that as I write bits and pieces of poetry, I appreciate other people's more. The second piece sorta mixes humor with self-loathing, which works infinitely better than simply the latter. The first is a little nebulous, but has this beautiful big/little images time/space:
"stall the earth
on its self-digesting path.
Atoms fall to fragments,"
My favorite is the last, though. It really gets me. It's almost all image, and yet there's a net of references that arise from within the visceral...
Its mine. Well, it came from somewheres deep inside me own twisted little mind that is. Kinda weird at times to claim something you've written, but have no idea from where exactly it came. Thoughts are strange, and worlds are even stranger. Then to make up both... well, at least it makes the voices leave me alone.
I used to love the dark as well. Wanted nothing but candle light for years. But something here lately has changed. All the sudden, i don't mind light in the house at all. Even had an electrician come over to install all kinds of recessed lighting in the ceilings. Wow, what a difference light has made.
Didn't mean to evesdrop, but you don't like penises huh...? Hmmmm.... can't says i blame ya. Didn't like my own for years. Seemed to always be gettin in the way of things and such. But now, i like him just fine. But still, it always amazes me how he can do such violent seeming things to the ladies, and still... they swear to god they love him.
Hey dude, Thanks for the foot tat shot. I just couldn't see it in the photo in your pics.
We don't look down on Newfoundlanders at all, but they are the topic of many jokes for some reason. I suppose it's like the poor bastards from Kentucky.
I live in New Brunswick which is part of the Maritimes (New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI). Newfoundland is like our cousin. We're all looked down on by the rest of Canada. It's like we don't exist. We're considered a social and economical leech. I dunno, I've got a job and pay my taxes.
You'd better change the lightbulb. Too many candles can fuck up your lungs. Do you or the framer smoke?
Blue heeler and Rotty mix with a blue eye eh? You're one interesting lady.
I've never seen Clinton live, but I appreciate his place in music history. One that same note, I did spend a night drinking with Robert Plant. That was a lifetime ago. Nice guy.
I'm glad you liked the jokes. I've heard the one about the fly in the beer except that our version ends with the Newfie pulling the fly out of his beer and smacking it on the back saying..."Spit it out damnit! Spit it out!"
PS. Hey, take a better picture of the tat on your foot and send it through would ya?
I had a dream last night. I was drowning in dark swirling waters. There was a light on the dock above me, but i knew i hadn't enough air left to make it to the surface. So i closed my eyes, and decided to just go to sleep in hopes of floating to the surface. But the minute i fell asleep in my dream, i awoke covered in sweat within my bed, and screaming.
"We are like lutes once held by God. Being away from his warm body fully explains the constant yearning." - Hafiz
This is my philosophy: "God" is actually the Universe of which we are a part for all of Time, including our minute human lives. Ironically, it is only when we are briefly human that we think we are special, apart from... Read More
There are no rules which state you must get over her. You are free to dangle in the l.o.n.g c.o.i.l.s of her hair, to wind her locks around your limbs and elevate yourself like an aerialist from the appalling MOB below. You may weep *saline tears* into her cup when... Read More
have you seen the movie 'what the $#% do we know?' it has a lotta what i believe.... well... i am buddhist and in many ways, it seems that quantum physics and science are begining to prove that my beliefs are fact.
we are all cause in our own lives...
reality as we used to think of it, is an illusion and thought is reality.
i am not sure that all makes sense... but that is the basic idear... and i've found proof in my life...
the trick is... to cause your cuteness to appear over here...
I just came across an old journal entry about my reactions to starting the book, Lolita. I had already seen the '97 movie, which I loved and loved and loved, and I was anxious to see if the book digested as easily as the film.
"I imagine myself calling this my new favorite writer - though I have only read one passage of his... Read More
Well, I think if you're not used to the sort of theatricality and rather stagey sort of acting that old movies have I wouldn't expect you to relate as well to Kubrik's version at all. The '97 one stars Jeromy Irons, right? I think he's a GREAT actor ( see "reversal of Forune"!), but I liked James Mason in the role better. It's true the Kubrik version is less sensual, and I like it as it is, but there were restrictions at the time it was filmed - in fact what little was there was considered quite scandalous. But that doesn't mean you should like it better.
I guess whichever you see first probably has a lot to do with it as well, so I'm not offended. I like disagreeing with people, especially if we get to discuss it. Next time I come across the '97 version I might watch it again and with a less critical eye.
But really, you shloud try watching old movies more - you're missing out on so much!
Thanks for being honest (and for giving Mr. Petty the respect he's due -
after Phish?)!
Thoughts are strange, and worlds are even stranger. Then to make up both... well, at least it makes the voices leave me alone. 
so...shiny and next to a tiny caterpiller...what are the odds?...that's sweet of you to warm him up 
thanks again - i feel all cocky now