Saturday, April 12, 2003
03:54 p.m.
The piercing itself wasn't so bad, really. It didn't even hurt as bad as getting the cartilage in my ears done. (But I've heard it's because there's all the difference in the world between being pierced with a needle versus a gun.) The problem was, I was so worked up in anticipation, that once it was done, I was so light-headed I needed to lay down for a minute. Okay, yes, I'm a wimp. :-) But I did it, and I like it, and I can barely even tell it's there.
Today is a lazy day. Ate salad and watched Secretary. No plans for tonight yet. Perhaps some Diablo...mmmm.....Diablo....Friday, April 4, 2003
10:06 p.m.
Got a couch. Well, a futon-couch. So much thanks to G. How many dinners do I owe you for that? :-)
Today, I:
Got a promotion.
Got a phat raise.
Got a plush chthulu of my very own.
Got my pictures from the photo shoot last weekend.
Got jewelry ordered (titanium) for a nostril piercing, hopefully will be available by next Friday.
Will cap the night off with rum and coke and Charlie's Angels, and lots of kisses.
Thursday, April 3, 2003
01:25 p.m.
Oregon Law Would Jail War Protesters as TerroristsWednesday, April 2, 2003
08:21 p.m.
Tuesday, April 1, 2003
07:07 a.m.
Go here: Natural Images Photography. Right now there's a shot of me as Image of the Month :-) and there's more on the way!Sunday, March 30, 2003
02:10 a.m.
Things are good in my life again. I'm astounded at how much I've matured over the past 7 months. It sounds like a such a short period of time, and that's part of the reason it's so amazing.
My boy loves me, and we've kissed and made up. Lovely. Beautiful. Maybe after all this time I've finally started learning that whole "forgiveness" thing.
:-)Friday, March 28, 2003
01:57 p.m.
Suspect arrested in killings of nun, fatherThursday, March 27, 2003
07:02 a.m.
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
10:58 p.m.
As Lynn told me, purely and simply, "everyone deserves a second chance." So we'll see what happens from here.Monday, March 24, 2003
10:47 p.m.
I realized that I just don't even want to talk about it. I've been better. I bet my friends are sick of hearing that particular phrase.
Read this. Her description struck me quite some time ago, because her words were so heartfelt. I grasp slightly more now what it means.
Sunday, March 23, 2003
01:03 p.m.
This is the shittiest feeling ever. I f***ing hate it.Saturday, March 22, 2003
08:51 a.m.
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
07:16 p.m.
Senate rejects oil drilling in Alaska wildlife refugeTuesday, March 18, 2003
03:59 a.m.
A friend of N's posted something on his site about how much he "detests" personal ads, and how he'd rather take his chances in the real world. Heh. Up till recently, I might have actually agreed with him. I think it depends on where you go - if you register with Match.com, or yahoo personals, or aol personals, or something generic like that, than yeah, what's the point? On the whole, the people that you find there aren't going to be up to snuff. Or at least, my snuff. I think I have fairly high requirements in a partner. I registered on The Onion Personals by accident (wanted to check out a guy's ad, and to do so, you had to have an acct. So I made one. Ironically, the ad I checked out belonged to a gay guy). But if your standards are like mine, which includes things like intelligence, a wicked sense of humour, an ability to spell, and a general knowledge of computers, someplace like The Onion (or Nerve.com, which shares ads with The Onion) is much much better, and is much more likely to find you someone you're interested in.
I dunno. Sad as it may sound, I met N through The Onion personals. In all honesty, I was surprised at the responses I received - not one of them were the typical aol-type responses, with blatant misspellings and luser-speak.
Anyway. I can't disagree with the use of personal ads anymore, given the experience I've had with 'em. :-D I think you can tell enough about a person just based on gut reaction: start with the picture - do you at least find this person mildly attractive? read the ad - do you have at least a few things in common? take in the whole package - do you think you might be at least interested in knowing this person? And really, what have you got to lose? You spend some time emailing back and forth, see if you click, maybe have dinner. (And of course, in the interest of paranoia, let your friends know where you are, etc.) If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. But what have you really lost? Sometimes the Real World just doesn't work out. I should know. :-)
I'm babbling. I wish I could sleep.Monday, March 17, 2003
09:05 p.m.
The Dubya War Glossary
Also funny, not quite as depressing:
Terroready.net - From The Department of Homeland PanicMonday, March 17, 2003
04:20 p.m.
And the flipside is, today I woke up with a screaming sore throat and all-over achiness. This is probably payback for actually staying healthy all winter, a rarity for me. One more sick day off of work. Glad I took it, though. My body would not have been happy with me if I'd gone in. And it's 4:22 now, and all I have to say is, Sudafed and David Eddings do a body good. :-)Friday, March 14, 2003
01:27 p.m.
Man accused of spiking child's juice
Also from the "No shit" department:
File-sharing sites allow trading of pornThursday, March 13, 2003
08:57 p.m.
You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of
exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic
and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an
ancient and noble house, you were married
(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress
for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and
with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your
mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a
lettre de cachet for 14 years until the
Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,
charming, you became a Revolutionary,
miraculously escaping the guillotine during the
Terror, only to be arrested later for
publishing your erotic novels. You spent your
final 12 years in the insane asylum at
Charenton, where you caused another scandal by
directing plays using inmates and professional
actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in
the arms of your teenage mistress.
You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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Monday, March 10, 2003
01:06 p.m.
TV, lots of fast food triple obesity riskFriday, March 7, 2003
01:23 p.m.
Doogie Howser goes raunchy - Neil Patrick Harris remakes his image from M.D. to EmceeThursday, March 6, 2003
01:28 p.m.
I really respect Ford for doing this. It takes balls to create something that you know you're going to lose money on:
Ford to sell hybrid SUV at a loss
I could see my mother doing this :-) :
Widow's tattoo states dying wishMonday, March 3, 2003
01:11 p.m.
Study Faults Child Car Seat InstructionsFriday, February 28, 2003
09:21 p.m.
You're WOMYN. You've got the whole mellow and chill
attitude going on, and lots of chicks dig that.
What kind of lesbian are you?
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Sunday, February 23, 2003
10:04 a.m.
Let's recap!
While I was 25 -
I drank too much.
I spent 1 successful year at the same job.
I postponed a wedding.
I got dumped.
I was lied to, hurt, threatened, my privacy was violated, and I was stolen from.
I lost a number of people I had once considered my friends.
I took Xanax.
I hit bottom.
I crawled out.
I found a beautiful apartment in Covington.
I got my finances under control.
I strengthened my relationship with my best friend and with her absolutely wonderful SO.
I successfully went celibate for 6 months.
I met a new friend, who has helped me, been kind to me, and has lovingly let me into his life.
I learned more about myself and what I want out of life, and what I expect out of both myself and the people around me.
I met an amazing man who treats me like a princess, is patient with me, is loving, is sweet, is caring, is funny, is [insert other wonderful qualities here], and who I can't believe I didn't meet until now.
25 was a hell of a trip. I can say I'm glad it's over, but I don't think I can say that I regret any of it. There's always good that comes out of the bad, you just have to know how to look for it.Saturday, February 22, 2003
11:24 a.m.
link swiped from CalebThursday, February 20, 2003
08:56 p.m.
I am an imaginary number
1i
I don't really exist
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what number are you?
this quiz by orsaMonday, February 17, 2003
01:39 p.m.
80% Seme
How seme are you?
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Sunday, February 16, 2003
02:24 p.m.
Someone made me think the other day. I have this journal/blog/whatever you want to call it, and I’m not entirely sure what to do with it. This someone doesn’t agree with the concept of posting extremely personal things on the net, which I can understand. Not everyone wants to read someone else’s dirty laundry. Now me, I’ve always put just about anything I’m thinking online for the world (okay, about 5 or 6 people) to read. And the question now is whether I want to continue to do that or not.
I have 3 directions I can take this online thing.
1) Blog-oriented. Posting news articles, items of interest, odd websites, etc. (See Caleb.)
2) Blog/Journal. News articles etc., plus mundanities (i.e., I’m not dead, this is what I had for breakfast, I’m going to bed now, etc.) (see Sam.)
3) Journal-oriented. Posting life details, items of philosophy, what I’m thinking about where I am in life right now. (see Ben or Karen.)
The thing is, I, myself, enjoy reading what other people are thinking and/or going through. Part of that is probably my psych interest coming through. And part of that is an ability to realize that people are people, and that there are lots of them going through the same sorts of things that I am; there are other people that I can identify with. It’s a way of maybe realizing that you’re not really alone in the world. And the philosophy bits are always good. I enjoy being challenged, and someone else’s point of view is an excellent way of kickstarting my brain.
So I don’t know. This has been slightly more “blog-like” recently, but I don’t think I really like doing that. I like to be able to share the things running through my head. I like to think that maybe it helps people know me. I like to think that maybe it’s helped someone, anyone, realize that other people go through pain and anguish, and they’re not alone. I liked the way that it helped me to know the people who love me. (Remember my cry for assistance some months ago? Yeah. I genuinely needed all of the lovely things you people sent me. It was a rough goddamn time.) I like the way it gives me a forum to vent.
So I’m thinking. I guess for now I’ll post whatever I feel like, and see what direction that starts to take me.
np – Poe - ControlSaturday, February 15, 2003
11:44 p.m.
See here for a brief review
See here for how he did in the November 2002 Election (highlighted one)
See here for pics, specifically this one and this one (see guy in front).
How weird. Peeking in on someone's life is sometimes very bizarre, when you really realize what they've been up to. Hope all is well for you, MQ.Saturday, February 15, 2003
11:05 p.m.
Pros: Woke up with N. Had yummy coffee. Hauled ass on the frozen highways to Beechmont Ford. Got oil changed, tires rotated, wiper blades replaced. Almost had orgasm upon using new blades... instead of the "SCRAG SCRAG" sound they were making, it was a gentle "pffft pffft". Oooooh. Sushi for lunch. Nap with N (and some other stuff *cough*). Prettied myself up, went and got semi-professional photographs taken. Met D's lovely girl. Home safe.
Cons: Had to haul ass instead of having another cup of coffee. Roads SUCKED, and have SUCKED ASS all day. That's what happens when there's freezing rain all day. Letting dealership change wiper blades costs way too damn much. Nap with N almost made me late for prettying, and was a little short when attempting to hustle him out the door (giving him a nice picture of me was originally intended to be a V-Day surprise gift but, well, read on). Photos were pricier than expected, and won't be available until March 5th. Bailed on party hosted by 2 of N's friends tonight because roads are horrible, and they scare me. (I'm usually not so paranoid. Snow doesn't bother me. Ice does.) So N is out living it up. And it's 11 pm and I'm already tired. Really tired. *sigh*
np - Scapegoat Wax - Space to ShareSaturday, February 15, 2003
11:29 a.m.
I have to say this. N is melodramatic. (He knows this already, so I'm not spilling secrets here.) Yesterday was not exactly the flaming success it was "supposed" to be... He was kept at work late; he's clumsy (this is not a crack. He is, a little, and so am I. Witness the running-the-car-into-the-post incident 2 months ago. Also witness the way I run into cubicle walls for no apparent reason.), which led to both the dumping of the pantry as well as the spilling of the wine all over my clothes; he tried a new recipe without the weeks of preparation needed to perfect it, which led to an edible meal, but not a spectacular one (tho there is most definitely hope. A few more runs and the vindaloo will be most excellent). And some various other miscellany in the category of "Not Going Right" that I'm not even going to bother to get into.
*laughs* Now, he's already posted all of this on his site, so I'm also not saying anything he doesn't already know. I just have to laugh. He's so absolutely lovely and caring and dear. And really, none of the above matters, it's all trivial sorts of things. The only thing that really matters is that I got to go to sleep in his arms, and wake up again in them this morning.
And that's that. :-)Friday, February 14, 2003
09:19 p.m.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
01:24 p.m.
'Baby pic' shows cosmos 13 billion years ago
Anniversary of why we are who we are:
Fifty year anniversary of DNA structure discovery
My god, how times change. I remember using a 5.25" floppy disk. And now we're phasing out the 3.5" floppy (which confused me for a long time... those used to be the hard disks!)
Dell saying bye to floppy disk drivesTuesday, February 11, 2003
06:46 a.m.
I hate to give this bitter asshole even more hits, but damn. Fellas, don't let yourself get this old, angry, and bitter.
link stolen from rainingvodkaMonday, February 10, 2003
10:57 p.m.
If you don't know what bukkake is... uh... just skip this link, ok?Monday, February 10, 2003
07:32 a.m.
-Silent All These years- You're "Silent All
These Years" from the "Little
Earthquakes" album. You like to talk about
mermaids and bluejeans and you only want to go
to the heaven where the screams have gone.
You're moderately depressing because you stay
quiet about everything, and when you finally
speak, it's a bit of a suprise.
Which Tori Amos Song Are You?
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Sunday, February 9, 2003
11:56 a.m.
Saturday, February 8, 2003
11:42 p.m.
Violet Dragon
Who is your dragon spirit guide?
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