My job ended: It was only a summer fling and as sad and hard to come to terms with the fact is, it's over. I'm in the market for a new one, and have applied for a few places, one which looks quite promising. Hope with me!
The gas station lied to me: They took my 20 dollars, told me that the gas had been pumped and then let me drive off. In fact, they had not pumped any gas in my car and I drove on any empty tank to a business meeting. My cars old, so the gas gage doesn't always move right away; it wasn't until later than evening I realized that I had been cheated. Needless to say, I went back to the guilty party and demanded either 20 bucks or gas. It took four days, but I just got word that I'm getting a check in the mail. Ha! Victory is mine.
Saw The Phantom of the Opera [off-Broadway]... twice: The first time I was a lucky bastard and got to be in front row center. It was amazing. Though, I prefer Mr. Butler to the man who was playing the Phantom, I did like the cast of the play better than the film version. The second time, I was six rows back, but I was with Lover, so it was better. Aside from all the death and psychopathy, it is really a very romantic play.
Spent a lazy day in bed: Actually, it was a lazy couple of hours, but it had been a few weeks since Lover and I had done it, so between the hours of noon and two we were in bed. And, we all know how lazy days in bed generally start out... My favorite part of the afternoon was when, after going for a drink of water, I came back to the room to discover a large bundle of comforter that looked oddly like a human shape. Upon closer inspection, the cocoon opened up and Lover pulled me under, instructing me that we were to be caterpillars. It was a very cozy little cocoon. ♥
Had a badminton tournament: Lover and I were the Majestic Unicorns and our first match was against the Fighting Pandas (very dear friends of ours). At first we were leading, 8-1, but suddenly and unexpectedly, the score became 9-12. We lost when they managed to grab those last three points (we were playing to 15). Regardless, it was a fun game, and I even managed to nearly fall on my face once or twice when I put too much pitch forward and failed to hit the birdie.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Trying it out...
I've always loved writing, but I have this problem of never wanting to show it to anyone. And because of that, I don't write nearly as much as I should. Just lately I've noticed that I've regressed in my writing, so I've decided to post something that I just wrote the other day. It's just the beginning mind you, but I wanted to know what people thought of it. So I'm going to post it. And just so you know, the first line is in [] because I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it as the opening line, use the line after that one, or create a new one all together. Feedback?
[Entire populations have died, countries have fallen to ruins, and I’m just now realizing that my whole life, I was told to worry about the wrong things.] When mad leaders took up in arms and threatened to ruin my life style, I was told to worry, so I did. When the old lady from across the street died last year, I didn’t give it a second thought because it didn’t make the news. When a bag of my favorite salad mix was suddenly infected with Salmonella, I nearly had a heart attack. When someone, miles away from me with no connection what-so-ever to my life, stumbled into a hospital with an unheard of illness and infected 112 people in the last ten minutes of his life, I changed the channel.
You don’t need guns to take over the world, and you don’t need an army to threaten the life style of millions of people; all you need is one sick person. One sick person and a careless doctor to write it off as the flu. After all, all diseases started somewhere, right? All the known sickness that can be “cured” with over the counter drugs started out as just a fancy way back when and at least one person in each situation died for the sake of science and it’s ability to ignore all unknown things. And the bad ones, like this, killed a hell of a lot more than one person before science would finally take it seriously; not even slaughtered families made the cut. Are you paying attention now Science?
Three months ago Steven Wainwright was rushed to the hospital when his wife found him unconscious on the bathroom floor. He was in a puddle of vomit and his body was covered with a fine sheen of blood. As soon as his wife gasped, she was dead. It was an airborne disease. But how could anyone have known?
[Entire populations have died, countries have fallen to ruins, and I’m just now realizing that my whole life, I was told to worry about the wrong things.] When mad leaders took up in arms and threatened to ruin my life style, I was told to worry, so I did. When the old lady from across the street died last year, I didn’t give it a second thought because it didn’t make the news. When a bag of my favorite salad mix was suddenly infected with Salmonella, I nearly had a heart attack. When someone, miles away from me with no connection what-so-ever to my life, stumbled into a hospital with an unheard of illness and infected 112 people in the last ten minutes of his life, I changed the channel.
You don’t need guns to take over the world, and you don’t need an army to threaten the life style of millions of people; all you need is one sick person. One sick person and a careless doctor to write it off as the flu. After all, all diseases started somewhere, right? All the known sickness that can be “cured” with over the counter drugs started out as just a fancy way back when and at least one person in each situation died for the sake of science and it’s ability to ignore all unknown things. And the bad ones, like this, killed a hell of a lot more than one person before science would finally take it seriously; not even slaughtered families made the cut. Are you paying attention now Science?
Three months ago Steven Wainwright was rushed to the hospital when his wife found him unconscious on the bathroom floor. He was in a puddle of vomit and his body was covered with a fine sheen of blood. As soon as his wife gasped, she was dead. It was an airborne disease. But how could anyone have known?
Is it bad when...
I feel the heat sucking my soul from my body? Because I think that's happening to me.
This is [City] Oregon, which means we should not be having heat like this. Our summers are suppose to be hot, but bearable so! The whether is not, by any means, suppose to be in the triple digits. Last night, at seven o'clock, it was 105 degrees. Oh yes, the sun was down and still the heat was coming for me.
Now, I know that a lot of people see worse heat than this and bear it, but I would like to remind you all that 98% of the people who know me think I'm a Vampire for very good reasons:
One, I'm wonderfully pale. Snow White doesn't have shit on me. It's not that I can't tan, because I can. Rather, I very much dislike it. My skin is all natural and skin-cancer free. Not many people can say that.
Two, I don't eat in front of many people. Even those who have seen me eat think I'm still a blood sucker. I do eat a lot, though no one believes me. In fact just the other day my lover told me I could always suck his blood if denying my blood lust got to be too much of a hassle. He would still love me all the same.
And three, I can't stand the heat. If you think I'm joking or exaggerating, you are sorely mistaken! When I go out in the sun, I don't burn; oh no, that would make too much sense. First, my body starts to ache all over, especially deep in the muscles. I get these painful hot flashes that sweep through my entire body and makes it so it hurt to breathe. And then finally, like a bad move, my skin starts to bubble and smoke. I get these little sores all over my exposed flesh and steam rises from my skin. AH! It only goes away when I finally give in and retreat to the shadows. Sometimes I add little effects like hissing or screaming in agony. And once, only once mind you, I latched onto a random pass-byer screaming, "I WILL TAKE AT LEAST ONE OF YOU HUMANS WITH ME! CURSE YOU SUN! CURSE YOOOOOOOOU!"
Whats worse is the fact that my house has only two ceiling fans that circulate the hot air around more than they do anything else. The majority of the time, you'll find me walking around the house in my underwear and a rolled up tank top (at least you would if I left any of the blinds open, but I keep them all tightly closed).
While Lover does enjoy seeing me half naked more than 70 percent of the time and all the blinds closed from peeping eyes(what guy wouldn't?), he enjoys even more bringing me out into the sun and trying to tell me that I won't catch on fire. "Don't worry, My Sweet," he tells me. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. Just try it. You need a little pigment in your skin... it'll make it all better."
I always win that battle. I just make a sad face, lay on the ground and tell him to just go ahead and throw a match on me. "If I must die in the Flames of Fiery Doom, I would much more prefer if it was done by you... my love."
I hate the sun.
♥
This is [City] Oregon, which means we should not be having heat like this. Our summers are suppose to be hot, but bearable so! The whether is not, by any means, suppose to be in the triple digits. Last night, at seven o'clock, it was 105 degrees. Oh yes, the sun was down and still the heat was coming for me.
Now, I know that a lot of people see worse heat than this and bear it, but I would like to remind you all that 98% of the people who know me think I'm a Vampire for very good reasons:
One, I'm wonderfully pale. Snow White doesn't have shit on me. It's not that I can't tan, because I can. Rather, I very much dislike it. My skin is all natural and skin-cancer free. Not many people can say that.
Two, I don't eat in front of many people. Even those who have seen me eat think I'm still a blood sucker. I do eat a lot, though no one believes me. In fact just the other day my lover told me I could always suck his blood if denying my blood lust got to be too much of a hassle. He would still love me all the same.
And three, I can't stand the heat. If you think I'm joking or exaggerating, you are sorely mistaken! When I go out in the sun, I don't burn; oh no, that would make too much sense. First, my body starts to ache all over, especially deep in the muscles. I get these painful hot flashes that sweep through my entire body and makes it so it hurt to breathe. And then finally, like a bad move, my skin starts to bubble and smoke. I get these little sores all over my exposed flesh and steam rises from my skin. AH! It only goes away when I finally give in and retreat to the shadows. Sometimes I add little effects like hissing or screaming in agony. And once, only once mind you, I latched onto a random pass-byer screaming, "I WILL TAKE AT LEAST ONE OF YOU HUMANS WITH ME! CURSE YOU SUN! CURSE YOOOOOOOOU!"
Whats worse is the fact that my house has only two ceiling fans that circulate the hot air around more than they do anything else. The majority of the time, you'll find me walking around the house in my underwear and a rolled up tank top (at least you would if I left any of the blinds open, but I keep them all tightly closed).
While Lover does enjoy seeing me half naked more than 70 percent of the time and all the blinds closed from peeping eyes(what guy wouldn't?), he enjoys even more bringing me out into the sun and trying to tell me that I won't catch on fire. "Don't worry, My Sweet," he tells me. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. Just try it. You need a little pigment in your skin... it'll make it all better."
I always win that battle. I just make a sad face, lay on the ground and tell him to just go ahead and throw a match on me. "If I must die in the Flames of Fiery Doom, I would much more prefer if it was done by you... my love."
I hate the sun.
♥
Saturday, August 16, 2008
My soul is making connections without my knowing!
Setting: A sunny, bloody fucking hot day in Oregon in my dark living room.
Time: 11:24 AM
Good Friend who we shall call Cindy: I'm leaving! Wish me luck with my douchebag father and his controlling wife! Fun!
Me: Good luck! You can always cal me if you need to be rescued. I have a car. We shall call it Code Rectal Swab.
Cindy: Sounds good. My sister says she wants to date you. [Let me add here that both Cindy and her sister, who will from here on out be called Mary, are positively beautiful creatures. While flattered by the offer, and pleased that I attract hot women, I am in a loving relationship I wouldn't give up for the world.]
Me: Oh? I'm flattered. Why?
Cindy: Because you are a beautiful soul and she thinks you're connected. She says she feels your soul in her.
Me: That's all very romantic. [My lover] never says anything like that to me. ;P [This is all in a text message by the way...]
Cindy: Mary says you should dump him for her. She says she can take [him] any day. She says she knows a backhand sandwich and that she's killed 3 people already.
Me: [He] might win the battle with his insane politeness and understanding nature. You can't fight it. I've tried.
Cindy: Yeah. That would kill Mary.
Well, from there the conversation got very mundane, so I won't bore you with the details. I just thought the situation was rather hilarious so I decided to post it up to see what you all think. Not to mention I would love to hear other people's odd conversations or text messages. Or e-mails. Sometimes I forget those still exist.
♥
Time: 11:24 AM
Good Friend who we shall call Cindy: I'm leaving! Wish me luck with my douchebag father and his controlling wife! Fun!
Me: Good luck! You can always cal me if you need to be rescued. I have a car. We shall call it Code Rectal Swab.
Cindy: Sounds good. My sister says she wants to date you. [Let me add here that both Cindy and her sister, who will from here on out be called Mary, are positively beautiful creatures. While flattered by the offer, and pleased that I attract hot women, I am in a loving relationship I wouldn't give up for the world.]
Me: Oh? I'm flattered. Why?
Cindy: Because you are a beautiful soul and she thinks you're connected. She says she feels your soul in her.
Me: That's all very romantic. [My lover] never says anything like that to me. ;P [This is all in a text message by the way...]
Cindy: Mary says you should dump him for her. She says she can take [him] any day. She says she knows a backhand sandwich and that she's killed 3 people already.
Me: [He] might win the battle with his insane politeness and understanding nature. You can't fight it. I've tried.
Cindy: Yeah. That would kill Mary.
Well, from there the conversation got very mundane, so I won't bore you with the details. I just thought the situation was rather hilarious so I decided to post it up to see what you all think. Not to mention I would love to hear other people's odd conversations or text messages. Or e-mails. Sometimes I forget those still exist.
♥
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Why does the lesser sex have to be so...
Oblivious?
Frustrating?
Annoying?
Laid back?
Maddening?
Undeniable?
Take your pick of any of the words up above; you can even fill in your own! As much as we all love our men, they sure can be annoying. They sure can be...
Let us look at one example: Lover.
Now, naturally I'm going to think a lot more of him than other people, but I'm not stretching the truth at all when I say that he is beautiful, smart, and has an amazing body. I know it, other people know it... why doesn't he?
It has past the line of being modest and has crossed right into oblivion. Plain and simple; he just doesn't get it.
First, let me say that I'm not the jealous type. Granted I do get bit by the green bug every now and again, but it's not an overwhelming factor in my relationship; in fact, I like it when people notice that I have an attractive boyfriend... Just so long as they realize that I have an attractive boyfriend. Which means he's off limits. You see what I'm saying?
It annoys me to no end when women throw themselves at him because he's attractive and off the market. And what makes me even madder is the fact that he just doesn't get it. He doesn't seem to understand the appeal he has for other women and he never notices the way they strip him with their eyes.
I'm not worried that he's going to cheat on me because I know he loves me to death and, besides, he's just not that type of guy. As well, I'm not jealous of these women. I'm mad. Flirting is one thing when you think a guy is single and then backing off when you're corrected; flirting because a guy isn't single and then playing innocent when the girl comes around is not.
Sadly, I know a few girls who only try and attract a male when they know he is taken. In fact, one has even ruined a handful of relationships with her touchy-feely-I-wanna-be-more-than-friends attitude. Naturally, I also understand the fact that some of the blame is to be put on the men for allowing the issue to get to the point where the girlfriend feels a line has been crossed and needs to end the relationship.
As a girl, naturally I don't find myself all that attractive, but I'm not all that bad. I've got some killer points. I'm also rumored to be a Vampire; that's sexy right? What I mean to say is this: I'm not so disgustingly unattractive that these girls would think I'm not good enough for him. And the majority of the girls aren't even attractive themselves. Just because they are easy, that doesn't mean anyone wants them!
The thing is, Lover just doesn't get it. He is polite to the point of nausea, and he just really doesn't pick up on the clues. I've tried to talk to him about it, but because he doesn't see it, he just tells me that I'm worrying too much and need to relax.
He's not cheating on me and I wouldn't dream of saying that, but I kind of need help with getting him to notice and let him know how much it bothers me when this happens. I want him to be rude to them, because I'm tried of going behind his back to make the women back off [I threatened to... harm... one particular hellish-cat's overly made-up face, and I haven't seen tail nor hide of her!]. Lord knows I've used the mouth of a sailor and enough violent threats and actions to send me to hell first-class on all the guys who refuse to leave me alone, and it's worked charms! My boy is pleased with this fact, and has even complimented me on my tactics. Why can't he do it, too?!
I would love to hear stories of your own and some answers on how I can get him to be less oblivious.
♥
Frustrating?
Annoying?
Laid back?
Maddening?
Undeniable?
Take your pick of any of the words up above; you can even fill in your own! As much as we all love our men, they sure can be annoying. They sure can be...
Let us look at one example: Lover.
Now, naturally I'm going to think a lot more of him than other people, but I'm not stretching the truth at all when I say that he is beautiful, smart, and has an amazing body. I know it, other people know it... why doesn't he?
It has past the line of being modest and has crossed right into oblivion. Plain and simple; he just doesn't get it.
First, let me say that I'm not the jealous type. Granted I do get bit by the green bug every now and again, but it's not an overwhelming factor in my relationship; in fact, I like it when people notice that I have an attractive boyfriend... Just so long as they realize that I have an attractive boyfriend. Which means he's off limits. You see what I'm saying?
It annoys me to no end when women throw themselves at him because he's attractive and off the market. And what makes me even madder is the fact that he just doesn't get it. He doesn't seem to understand the appeal he has for other women and he never notices the way they strip him with their eyes.
I'm not worried that he's going to cheat on me because I know he loves me to death and, besides, he's just not that type of guy. As well, I'm not jealous of these women. I'm mad. Flirting is one thing when you think a guy is single and then backing off when you're corrected; flirting because a guy isn't single and then playing innocent when the girl comes around is not.
Sadly, I know a few girls who only try and attract a male when they know he is taken. In fact, one has even ruined a handful of relationships with her touchy-feely-I-wanna-be-more-than-friends attitude. Naturally, I also understand the fact that some of the blame is to be put on the men for allowing the issue to get to the point where the girlfriend feels a line has been crossed and needs to end the relationship.
As a girl, naturally I don't find myself all that attractive, but I'm not all that bad. I've got some killer points. I'm also rumored to be a Vampire; that's sexy right? What I mean to say is this: I'm not so disgustingly unattractive that these girls would think I'm not good enough for him. And the majority of the girls aren't even attractive themselves. Just because they are easy, that doesn't mean anyone wants them!
The thing is, Lover just doesn't get it. He is polite to the point of nausea, and he just really doesn't pick up on the clues. I've tried to talk to him about it, but because he doesn't see it, he just tells me that I'm worrying too much and need to relax.
He's not cheating on me and I wouldn't dream of saying that, but I kind of need help with getting him to notice and let him know how much it bothers me when this happens. I want him to be rude to them, because I'm tried of going behind his back to make the women back off [I threatened to... harm... one particular hellish-cat's overly made-up face, and I haven't seen tail nor hide of her!]. Lord knows I've used the mouth of a sailor and enough violent threats and actions to send me to hell first-class on all the guys who refuse to leave me alone, and it's worked charms! My boy is pleased with this fact, and has even complimented me on my tactics. Why can't he do it, too?!
I would love to hear stories of your own and some answers on how I can get him to be less oblivious.
♥
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Things that would be helpful in life:
[I'm in a really bad mood today... Excuse the language. It's not normally like me.]
+ Dust pans that fucking work. One of the most annoying things I've ever experienced about cleaning is the fact that the vast majority of dustpans [99.99%] don't work. After sweeping up a giant mess of random things that litter a floor, it only seems fair that when you squat down to finish the job, the tool designed to help you dump the load of crap actually functions like should. But it doesn't. Ever. WHY?!
+ If flys didn't exist. Now, I'm know in their own sick way, they do a job in the world and do some good... but they are so annoying. I wouldn't mind them nearly as much if they didn't buzz around your head, have creepy fly orgies in the same spot for three hours, didn't make that annoying sound, and didn't land on me when I'm reading a book. If they only MINDED THEIR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, we wouldn't have a problem. But they don't. So we do.
+ If my family didn't exist. Now, I know what you are thinking: Oh, now she doesn't mean that. Everyone has family issues, we just have to deal with them. She's just angry...
Well, no. I mean it. I have an ignorant, selfish, backwards family. And I hate them all. No, no, now that I don't mean. I don't hate them all. I'm fine with my uncle and most of my cousins, and even my grandmother the better half of the time. However, the rest I hate. Or extremely dislike. Extremely. [I refuse to go into details during this blog. Maybe another one. Maybe. >:1]
+ Not having periods. 'Nuff said. There has to be some way for woman to have babies without bleeding once a month. In fact, I challenge you to figure that way out, then rapidly evolve all women.
+ Magizines coming much faster than 3-5 weeks. Actually, all orders coming quicker than that would be helpful.
+ Books on demand. Always. No matter the hour.
+ Dust pans that fucking work. One of the most annoying things I've ever experienced about cleaning is the fact that the vast majority of dustpans [99.99%] don't work. After sweeping up a giant mess of random things that litter a floor, it only seems fair that when you squat down to finish the job, the tool designed to help you dump the load of crap actually functions like should. But it doesn't. Ever. WHY?!
+ If flys didn't exist. Now, I'm know in their own sick way, they do a job in the world and do some good... but they are so annoying. I wouldn't mind them nearly as much if they didn't buzz around your head, have creepy fly orgies in the same spot for three hours, didn't make that annoying sound, and didn't land on me when I'm reading a book. If they only MINDED THEIR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, we wouldn't have a problem. But they don't. So we do.
+ If my family didn't exist. Now, I know what you are thinking: Oh, now she doesn't mean that. Everyone has family issues, we just have to deal with them. She's just angry...
Well, no. I mean it. I have an ignorant, selfish, backwards family. And I hate them all. No, no, now that I don't mean. I don't hate them all. I'm fine with my uncle and most of my cousins, and even my grandmother the better half of the time. However, the rest I hate. Or extremely dislike. Extremely. [I refuse to go into details during this blog. Maybe another one. Maybe. >:1]
+ Not having periods. 'Nuff said. There has to be some way for woman to have babies without bleeding once a month. In fact, I challenge you to figure that way out, then rapidly evolve all women.
+ Magizines coming much faster than 3-5 weeks. Actually, all orders coming quicker than that would be helpful.
+ Books on demand. Always. No matter the hour.
Monday, August 04, 2008
The Show Can Start as Soon as I See Money on the Table
Now, I want every one's opinion on this one, all right? See, please comment and add your two-cents. But please, don't be snobby about it. I don't want to debate you, I want to hear your opinion. Be nice, kiddies...
Strippers. Porn stars. Hookers. Call girls. We all know they are out there. We all see them, whether it be for a brief second as we drive by, or, just perhaps, a few of you have had stolen moments with these folks. Regardless, in today's society, you can no longer deny the existence of these women.
As a woman, it seems society has put the burden on me of hating these women, finding them disgusting and grotesque... but what if I don't?
Granted, I don't want to be any of the above listed professions, but does that mean I have to hate them? Before I was... removed from my home... I lived with my mother who was a stripper, and through her I met many woman who did a multitude of sex related things for money, and maybe because of that it grew on me as a normal happening so as I grew older, it didn't faze me like it did other kids.
But what I never got was this: A lot of women I know say it's fine for a woman to be promiscuous and sleep with hundreds of men because it's their right as a woman, but as soon as money is thrown into the equation, all of a sudden the women are disgusting pigs. As an added bonus, a lot of the people who are throwing around these insulting terms have never even met a stripper or hooker.
I know women who go into stripping to put food on the tables for kids; I know women who do it because they enjoy it; and I even know women who go into selling their body because they like sex.
As a Criminal Psychologist, I understand why porn can be viewed as a hazardous, dangerous thing and the affect it has on a handful of men (women too), but the psychologist part of my also understands why women do what they do, no matter the reason.
So, what do you think?
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