I feel so entirely foreign to the new nuances of the SG site. Inceased numbers of beautiful women? More humorous commentary in my profile (I shall modify that shortly)? Where can the hilarity and sexiness end? Really, where???
Unfortunately, I don't think that there are extant pictures of me at the HBO shoot, either on my own camera or Missy's recentlyh posted candids! Poop! Admittedly when the show was first recorded, I was still a shy lil' limbo girl and rather afraid for going on long, extended rants of awesome. So perhaps it was related to that.
I am currently writing this entry somewhere not of my own room, wearing nothing but scandalously impractical undergarments, in a monogamous relationship - and wholly confident of that fact - for the first time in ages. I know that I am absolutely happy, exhilirated, and feeling like another long national adventure of unmitigated sluttiness has been put to sleep, a quiet kind of confident taking its place. Fucking rock, no? A consistent mind is the hobgoblin of little indiscretions... and so I am happy and nothing impure has crossed my mind in ages.
Not to use any extensive hyperbole, or summat. That's scandalous!
Hmmm, What else is new in Scyllastan? Hrm. I'm getting kind of fretful that my cranky nipple piercing is having dreams of rejecting. I must increase security forces on this area!
Saw Lost in Translation yesterday. Finally. (I very very rarely am able to see movies. Time and location restraints sux0r). Awesome movie... I've never really been a fan of Sofia Coppola (before or behind the camera), but the directing was quite good... awesome performances, great soundtrack, and gorgeous lighting and editing = awesome movie. Once again, years behind the cultural curve... it makes me miss livign in Los Angeles, where I'm constantly innundated with many happy cultural apexes, with movies...
With a constant barrage of useless information and general crap... hmm, perhaps instead it is nice to live in the aniseptic, non-cluttered world of a campus. Yay!
Apparently I was the unwitting accomplice (at four am) to an acquaintance's hilarious Safeway nitrous binge. bah! Silly rabbits. Don't they know that whipped cream is a delicate creature?
Personally I don't know a better way to define my Friday nights than wandering out of the pool hall, into the pinball machine room, and being handed a handful of shrooms by a random, lovely passer-by... yay1
Unfortunately, I don't think that there are extant pictures of me at the HBO shoot, either on my own camera or Missy's recentlyh posted candids! Poop! Admittedly when the show was first recorded, I was still a shy lil' limbo girl and rather afraid for going on long, extended rants of awesome. So perhaps it was related to that.
I am currently writing this entry somewhere not of my own room, wearing nothing but scandalously impractical undergarments, in a monogamous relationship - and wholly confident of that fact - for the first time in ages. I know that I am absolutely happy, exhilirated, and feeling like another long national adventure of unmitigated sluttiness has been put to sleep, a quiet kind of confident taking its place. Fucking rock, no? A consistent mind is the hobgoblin of little indiscretions... and so I am happy and nothing impure has crossed my mind in ages.
Not to use any extensive hyperbole, or summat. That's scandalous!
Hmmm, What else is new in Scyllastan? Hrm. I'm getting kind of fretful that my cranky nipple piercing is having dreams of rejecting. I must increase security forces on this area!
Saw Lost in Translation yesterday. Finally. (I very very rarely am able to see movies. Time and location restraints sux0r). Awesome movie... I've never really been a fan of Sofia Coppola (before or behind the camera), but the directing was quite good... awesome performances, great soundtrack, and gorgeous lighting and editing = awesome movie. Once again, years behind the cultural curve... it makes me miss livign in Los Angeles, where I'm constantly innundated with many happy cultural apexes, with movies...
With a constant barrage of useless information and general crap... hmm, perhaps instead it is nice to live in the aniseptic, non-cluttered world of a campus. Yay!
Apparently I was the unwitting accomplice (at four am) to an acquaintance's hilarious Safeway nitrous binge. bah! Silly rabbits. Don't they know that whipped cream is a delicate creature?
Personally I don't know a better way to define my Friday nights than wandering out of the pool hall, into the pinball machine room, and being handed a handful of shrooms by a random, lovely passer-by... yay1
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mobprod:
If I've got the pulse of anything, it's white americanness... I haven't seen you in like, forever!
combatible:
please let me be noam