unless stated, none of these photos were taken by me
11:38 - 01-19-06
if she doesn't, I'm voting for Snoopy
FINALLY, someone has come out with a 100% bipartisan political bumper sticker. The hottest selling bumper sticker comes from New York State:
Democrats put it on the rear bumper.
4:56 - 01-16-06
immortality through boogers
1. List 5 random/strange/weird things about yourself.
2. Tag 5 other people.
1-I still pick my nose. And I leave them everywhere I go. So there's a lil bit of me on the floor of your apartment, in your car, at your favorite resturante, and under the chair you're sitting on right now!
2-I collect Hommies. They come in plastic eggs, and they cost 50 cents. They're really tiny homey-g's, I love them, I can't get enough of them. True Hommie collectors can name the episoed of Venture Brothers, where Dr. Morpheus imprisons two hillbilly truckers inside of a Hommie!
3-I'm addicted to the Cherry Hershey's Kisses, I've eaten about 8 bags in the last two months. I can't stop! Each one is filled with amaretto creamy sweet sugery goodness, if cum tasted like that, I'd never let Clayton leave. His balls would be shriveled prunes after each day.
4-I have a folder on my computer entitled "Santa Porn", I collect Christmas related porn, it's hilarious what you can do with a Santa hat and a candy cane colored dildo.
5-I dance to techno/dance music alone in my bedroom.
Now who can I tag?
4:45 - 01-16-06
You May Be Right
I'm so sorry about my silence. Truthfully I have no idea what to say. Stuff has happened, but I'm not talking about it, not to anyone. I don't know. I don't want things to change anymore. Everything is changing. All these people are dying, some I know, others I know by association. And it's all the good people, the lovers, the poets, the mothers, the musicians, the people who can shake the world up! Why are these people leaving us, where they can make the most change?
This bullshit about high beings influencing our energy is crap, nothing is differant, nothing goes anywhere; it just keeps getting worse. We're all neck high in toxic karma, and no body seems to want it to stop. I don't want to help anyone. In fact I want to tie heavy weights to the ankles of all the assholes so they'll drown, and we won't have to deal with their fucking ripples anymore!
I'm angry. I'm so angry. And I'm not talking about it, cause I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose track of me. I don't want to lose my rebellion, I don't want this fire to die in hopelessness. I want to create anarchy, I want to set the golf course behind our building on fire! I want to graffit brand new state buildings, and break all the windows in the Overture Center. Think about it, why hasn't somebody broken those windows yet? They're so big, there would be glass everywhere, the crashing noise would be glorious.
8:03 - 01-16-06
movin' right along
I've been cheating on Diaryland, it's horrid, really, I found another blog site. It's not quite as versatile, the controls are tedious, but it's much much easier to connect with people.
So here's the link, in case you want to check it out?
Diaryland fucked me over, so I'm kinda pissed at them. They now offer Domain Hosting, but they don't really. They just take your money, and never email you a thing about whether or not they're going to register your name or give you host space. So you contact Paypal and file a complaint claim, and they email Diland. If Diarrealand doesn't respond in 10 days, then I get my refund, and they can just piss off!
So I have to wait until Paypal finalises the claim, and then I'm going to use the money to buy internet for the next four months. After that, my living situation will be up in the air.
Things with Clayton are alright, I talk more about them in the other diary.
Someone very nice signed my gbook, and I went to her site, and she's a very good writer. So here's a snippet from one of her recent entries:
"My watch says 7am on the nose. It has to be in the 40's outside, at least... and it has been these past few mornings I've went out to walk, it's the kind of cold that doesn't let you get your breath and it sits on your chest like an overweight child making your lungs ache. But I am thankful for the way it wakes my body. I love the feeling of the blood flowing through the body, the way you get hungry for your breakfast. I'd rather be hungry for a meal than eat it just because i know i'll be hungry later."
1:37 - 01-06-06
look at me, who will i become?
This appeared in a reading I did last year about this time.
Issues: The World
Don't withhold from the blessing of oneness.
The card in the Issues position points to self-undermining tendencies, areas where you could be in denial or could get stuck -- unless you examine yourself and make some corrections.
When the World appears in this position, the only thing that separates you from everything you ever wanted in your personal life is the belief that you are alone. In truth, every molecule of your being, every breath, is in constant communication with the entire universe, the continuity of all being through all time.
I needed to hear this now. I'm in a relationship, and I still feel lonely. I know a lot is going to happen this year, this is my year of change. I'm going to lose weight, lots of it.
I'm scared, I don't know if I'm going to recognise the skinny me? What else will I lose? Will my personality change? Will I stop procrastinating? Become more aggressive?
I sorta like my tummy, I think it's sexy, it's taken me a long time to value myself as I am now...how long will it take to love my new body?
I have this dream, of taking off my shirt, and walking down State St. unafraid of how I look, unafraid to show the slim me, the muscular me, the "sexy" me. I would go into all the chat rooms, and flirt with the sexy boys who used to ignore me. And I could invite them over, and we'd have sex, and it might be good, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be horrible.
I'm going to feel like I sold my new body, like it's not even mine, like I borrowed it from someone else. I'm going to look in the mirror and see this sexy alien looking back, and I'll be like, "Hey hot stuff, who are you? Did you see a chubby dude around here? Anyways, mind if I watch you flex your muscles while I jerk off?"
I've heard that some guys even gain an inch or two when they lose weight. Suddenly I'd have an 8in cock, like a porn star, and a porn star's body. I'd get a tribal tattoo on my arm, and dye my hair sandy blond, invest in contacts, dental work...and maybe take up smoking.
Then I'd be my own dream lover boy, the great porn star Donald Highridge!
And I'd feed off of the emptyness, the shallow desire, the looks of lust, the hungry mouths, the forgiving assholes, the cocks and hands and money on the dresser. I'd fuck my self asteem away, living only on sperm and nicotine.
What a life.