| you don't even know who you are... |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|02:06 pm] |
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If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2008|10:38 am] |
Don't know what to dance to tomorrow: Joy Divisison or Beats Antique.
I'm dancing at the middle east which is usually middle eastern music. I'd dance to both if I had enough time :P
I've danced to the Beats Antique song, and Ariellah practically owns that song now so I feel odd about dancing to that (since the friends who are coming all probably have seen youtube clips of ariellah dancing to that song) and JD...welll, I've been wanting to dance to them for aaaages but I don't know if it's venue appropriate.
KA! |
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| Quote of the Day |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|03:29 pm] |
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Courtesy of James Rigby of Wickford, Essex:
"There's nothing more British than a right royal spanking followed by a nice cup of tea. It helped build the Empire."
i laughed. for minutes. |
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[Jul. 9th, 2008|02:41 pm] |
I hate how ridiculously moody I am sometimes. I go from opposite to opposite at the flick of a wrist.
My ongoing crisis with my body was on hiatus for a while and I was pleased pleased pleased with myself but within the past three days or so I feel grossed out by it. This paired with everyone and their mother being gym obsessed made me sigh and print out the hours to the sports center.
Guh.
My bleederings started and d I've been feeling right crap and sore and crabby.
I went to bed last night at 10 or so and slept til 8:21.
This week better fucking shape up. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|03:34 pm] |
My computer is dead.
*sniffle* |
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| das ärgert mich |
[Jul. 1st, 2008|03:32 pm] |
So I was cruisin around on facebook and I came across this ad:
Ok, can you see whats wrong? Maybe you know, the person in the first picture is skinny already. I, in fact, think she has a good and beautiful figure. The "Skinny" picture is just, kind of too thin and shapeless :|
ugh, people.
had to vent. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|02:32 pm] |
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So I am always amused at the messages I get...but I had to share this one:
i sense You might cut off a man's ballsac just to experience the pleasure of seeing true panic in his eyes...
I'm a sadist, not a maniac |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|12:15 am] |
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I smell a rat! |
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[Jun. 28th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
My life according to Google!
1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
Paloma needs to foster a healthy fighting spirit.
2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
paloma looks like a femme fatale from any one of dipalma's films
3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google Search:
Paloma does it day and night.
4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Paloma hates Jesus.
5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google search:
Paloma goes full throttle!
6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Paloma Loves Black Cock In Her Ass And Mouth
7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Paloma eats crickets
8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Paloma has been interpreted by musicians of diverse backgrounds
9: Type in "[your name] died" in Google Search:
Paloma died and when i thought it couldn't get any worse
10: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
PALOMA WILL APPEAR HERE IF AND WHEN PALOMA FORMS |
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| Tea and Cigarettes |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|02:39 pm] |
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I can't remember my initial reasoning for wanting to write a journal but now I think I will write a bit about creature comforts. I'm currently not at work, eating pot stickers watching the cremaster cycle (part three, mind you).
I have negative $62 in the bank and $15 dollars in my purse.
I had to run back through the torrential downpour and got absolutely soaked. I ran across streets and fields; my skirt was scrunching up so high that you could see the tops of my stockings. The smarmy groundskeepers grinned, I didn't care.
Throughout the run I smiled the whole time.
Today has been a good day.
I woke up next to someone I actually like.
And I've been able to take things in my pace today.
I absolutely adore the rain and wish sometimes that I could live in a place where it always poured and there was no threat of flooding. Rain always reminds me of great memories, calming ones from my childhood.
Today has been a very free day, and I am happiest when I am free to do what i want.
The Cremaster Cycle reminds me of when I was doing the Cambridge University thing. I sat down at the Tate Modern and watched a bit, somewhat obsessively and didn't ever want to leave.
Cigarettes will always be comforting to me, the scent...reminds me of being in england or japan. Fun times.
I feel so pleased even though so much is wrong. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|09:15 am] |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2008|01:39 pm] |
I woke up this morning with a peculiar feeling of terror to a sound reminiscent of the blitz and the ocean falling from the sky.
One of the things I love about MA is the summers here; the ridiculous, merciless and excessive rain.
I was supposed to go to work at 1:30 for training, but when i got to the room, no one was there. This furthered the unwarranted feeling of terror at the pit of my stomach.
Ah relief, it isn't until Tuesday.
I can breathe? No, I can't. I need another cigarette.
This summer is bad, it's brought me slowly back into smoking (regularly) although it isn't as bad as say...11th and 12th grade. I remember when I "quit", when i wanted to get serious about singing again. I did pretty well most of last year...but yeah, I blame men.
I need a drink but I can't get one until later tonight when I am whisked away by who knows.
My flask is fucking empty. Never let me down, buddy.
I need a drink to provide me with the courage which I typically have when investing my time into a fresh, new chunk of Menschenfleisch right before I tear it from the bone. For some reason, the feeling of terror has robbed me of my nature given courage.
Either way, I used my ridiculous secret spy powers to get into an area which was otherwise inaccessible. And I did it all without my catsuit.
My catsuit isn't my Samson beard, thankfully. Which is why it is left in a closet in California. Lately my make up and my boots have been my power source.
Or my grin.
hmm, i may have been found out. Now is the time when i turn into a poof of smoke and disappear from this room. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2008|12:03 am] |
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oh jesus.
My balls just shriveled up and ran off with the spoon.
Halp.
Edit: Garrrr. Which box is my harness in. this is pissing me off. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|06:33 pm] |
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[Jun. 8th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
So i've been in ca for the past month or so and am returning to boston tonight. I'm not sure how i'm feeling but I must say it is nice to be "Single".
I'm not particularly keen on staying here or returning so we shall see what happens.
I am however happy to know that I will be able to go to ceremony again (Hooray). So you can cath me there, tomorrow night. It'll be the first time in a while since i am now of legal boozing age.
my ride has bailed on me tomorrow so I hope i dont die trying tomake it back to smellesley with my suitcases.
Last night i did a show, which i think i did a good job in but a lot of people dont get me and my lack of sex appeal so i went over the non dance crowd's head.
I'm wicked tired and can only find it in myself to be bitchy and pass out so i guess im going to sleep now. blaaargh.
forget the fact that i havent packed yet. nyahaha. |
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