Twenty fuckin things. Ok?
1. I am paralyzingly shy in social situations where there are a lot of people I dont know.
2. I hate the fact that point #1 is true.
3. I hate ever starting a sentence with I hate.
I hate even more hearing one.
4. I have heartburn. A lot. I think one day I will take a sip from a glass of wine, and due to the new holes that have finally burnt through my sternum, I will spray my date with a high pressure gulp of shiraz, but then probably on a bright side I would be able to use that as an excuse to get her blouse off and into the sink with some baking soda/club soda or whatever soda thing you are supposed to do when you are trying to get out a fresh red wine stain.
Until then, its Tums, and hopefully charm.
5. I have ridiculously large feet, but my dad always said I have a good understanding.
6. My dad cracked a lot of jokes. Most of them werent very funny.
7. I quite honestly think that I am somewhat what the reglr folk would call insane.
8. Soothingly, I have voices whisper to me with the utmost sincerity that I am not crazy.
thank god for them
Man without those re-assuring voices, I would think I was totally fuckin nuts.
9. I have found a vocation where I can honestly get paid for doing what was always (and still is) my hobby. I absolutely love what I do, and I am usually excited on a daily basis about whats next. I dont really understand how I got here, but I kinda get it a little bit.
10. I really wish that for every button I designed, for every little snippet of code that opens the curtains of some friendly, likable, and philanthropical clients private, residential 20 seat home theatre screen, an endangered species would suddenly get all fuck crazy and start pumpin em out like bunnys on E lappin it up from lake viagra.
We need the Dodos, and it makes me a little bit empty feeling that at the end of the day, my job doesnt have any positive effect on the fight to stop adding to the Dodo list.
11. I am the product of a seemingly anonymous rape in 1967.
12. I am mostly against abortion, but I am fully behind the right of its legal availability.
Over my dead body would I ever be a hypocrite on that topic.
13. I really wonder if a book titled Rape Baby would sell.
If it would, Id really like to try to write it.
purely fictional, of course.
14. Every now and then, in a blue 1966 Galaxy 500 with a white hardtop on long over the bridge and through the woods road trips down and into the grasshopper heat of the prairies, or while we were downstairs after dinner in the rumpus room watching Thats Incredible!, or Real People, my dad would pick his nose.
It revolted me.
Now I do it.
15. I will never be able to explain in words exactly how much I love Morgan, nor will I ever be able to perfectly describe the unique and surprising olfactory blast that living with Morgan can produce.
Even though he just totally farted in a way only a Great Dane can possibly fart after ripping open the garbage and eating ALL the rancid hotdogs that I threw out of the fridge this morning, my original point here through this green haze is that I fucking love this stinkin hound.
16. Morgan, when he farts even after 12 years will still look all surprised by the sound that just came out of his butt and sit up turn around and actually look at, then smell, his ass.
Sometimes I wish I had the life of a dog, but when he does this I dont.
17. 17, at the age of 17 no!
16!
thats 21 years ago.
I had left home after mom died.
I would not be caught awake without black eyeliner on.
I would only be caught asleep with it smeared.
I used superglue (or sometimes crazyglue) to keep my Mohawk up.
I was a virgin.
I had my own apartment down on 14th ave in Calgary, 14th and 1st SW I think.
I was paralyzingly shy in social situations where there were a lot of people I didnt know.
18. I cant not thank SG for bringin me home to where I live.
this site has been totally cathartic, therapeutic, and the people that Ive met through this site have really solidified my belief that somewhere out there there are really good people.
sure, my first exposure was the burlesque show, and I checked out the site the next day and of course I was intrigued, of course I joined but I cant believe how fast my focus changed.
I had no idea how much of a connection this membership would eventually create on a personal level.
so point 18 means
thank you.
( no, not SuicideGirls.com , Ive also read some other shit that has kinda been fuckin me up and making me question)
no, thank you you, you reading this.
19. I love camping, but probably more about writing about camping.
20. I read once, about masturbation, and Ive been thinking about trying it.
Im hoping the company insurance plan still covers the glasses, cuz it sounds kinda interesting.
shizen, I forgot the tag.
Well, since this only took me one minute, I can only tag one person.
Well, I guess that would have to be SINATRAS_DOLL.
1. I am paralyzingly shy in social situations where there are a lot of people I dont know.
2. I hate the fact that point #1 is true.
3. I hate ever starting a sentence with I hate.
I hate even more hearing one.
4. I have heartburn. A lot. I think one day I will take a sip from a glass of wine, and due to the new holes that have finally burnt through my sternum, I will spray my date with a high pressure gulp of shiraz, but then probably on a bright side I would be able to use that as an excuse to get her blouse off and into the sink with some baking soda/club soda or whatever soda thing you are supposed to do when you are trying to get out a fresh red wine stain.
Until then, its Tums, and hopefully charm.
5. I have ridiculously large feet, but my dad always said I have a good understanding.
6. My dad cracked a lot of jokes. Most of them werent very funny.
7. I quite honestly think that I am somewhat what the reglr folk would call insane.
8. Soothingly, I have voices whisper to me with the utmost sincerity that I am not crazy.
thank god for them
Man without those re-assuring voices, I would think I was totally fuckin nuts.
9. I have found a vocation where I can honestly get paid for doing what was always (and still is) my hobby. I absolutely love what I do, and I am usually excited on a daily basis about whats next. I dont really understand how I got here, but I kinda get it a little bit.
10. I really wish that for every button I designed, for every little snippet of code that opens the curtains of some friendly, likable, and philanthropical clients private, residential 20 seat home theatre screen, an endangered species would suddenly get all fuck crazy and start pumpin em out like bunnys on E lappin it up from lake viagra.
We need the Dodos, and it makes me a little bit empty feeling that at the end of the day, my job doesnt have any positive effect on the fight to stop adding to the Dodo list.
11. I am the product of a seemingly anonymous rape in 1967.
12. I am mostly against abortion, but I am fully behind the right of its legal availability.
Over my dead body would I ever be a hypocrite on that topic.
13. I really wonder if a book titled Rape Baby would sell.
If it would, Id really like to try to write it.
purely fictional, of course.
14. Every now and then, in a blue 1966 Galaxy 500 with a white hardtop on long over the bridge and through the woods road trips down and into the grasshopper heat of the prairies, or while we were downstairs after dinner in the rumpus room watching Thats Incredible!, or Real People, my dad would pick his nose.
It revolted me.
Now I do it.
15. I will never be able to explain in words exactly how much I love Morgan, nor will I ever be able to perfectly describe the unique and surprising olfactory blast that living with Morgan can produce.
Even though he just totally farted in a way only a Great Dane can possibly fart after ripping open the garbage and eating ALL the rancid hotdogs that I threw out of the fridge this morning, my original point here through this green haze is that I fucking love this stinkin hound.
16. Morgan, when he farts even after 12 years will still look all surprised by the sound that just came out of his butt and sit up turn around and actually look at, then smell, his ass.
Sometimes I wish I had the life of a dog, but when he does this I dont.
17. 17, at the age of 17 no!
16!
thats 21 years ago.
I had left home after mom died.
I would not be caught awake without black eyeliner on.
I would only be caught asleep with it smeared.
I used superglue (or sometimes crazyglue) to keep my Mohawk up.
I was a virgin.
I had my own apartment down on 14th ave in Calgary, 14th and 1st SW I think.
I was paralyzingly shy in social situations where there were a lot of people I didnt know.
18. I cant not thank SG for bringin me home to where I live.
this site has been totally cathartic, therapeutic, and the people that Ive met through this site have really solidified my belief that somewhere out there there are really good people.
sure, my first exposure was the burlesque show, and I checked out the site the next day and of course I was intrigued, of course I joined but I cant believe how fast my focus changed.
I had no idea how much of a connection this membership would eventually create on a personal level.
so point 18 means
thank you.
( no, not SuicideGirls.com , Ive also read some other shit that has kinda been fuckin me up and making me question)
no, thank you you, you reading this.
19. I love camping, but probably more about writing about camping.
20. I read once, about masturbation, and Ive been thinking about trying it.
Im hoping the company insurance plan still covers the glasses, cuz it sounds kinda interesting.
shizen, I forgot the tag.
Well, since this only took me one minute, I can only tag one person.
Well, I guess that would have to be SINATRAS_DOLL.
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Morrissey - 9:30pm
Rin is back in town for the night
Been far too long.