Monday, February 27, 2006

its amazing I don't get raped more often

our phone number is changing on the 1st and I was gonna post the number here until it got shut off but then I got paranoid that someone could be all nerdy and find my address and everything from it so I tried to do it and omg it works. I'm totally gonna go all stalker now. if I ever find any random mystery phone numbers I will scout out their owners and IDENTIFY THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! plus you might want to think twice about posting your whole name on your blog cos I even looked up some of YOU. yes. its true. luckily for you all I'm one of the good guys. I don't have any plans to kidnap, rape, kill or throw any of your bodies in a dumpster.
but y'know if it happens, it happens.

around 7pm I was late to meet up with tapeworm and he had already left so I was walking around downtown looking for a phone and saw a guy glance up at me as he was getting into his car and I paused to ask him if he knew where I could find one and he said, "actually, yeah, I'm headed up that way. can I take you?" unlocked the door and cleared the seat. I didn't hesitate to accept the invitation. after all, I had approached him. I got in the car and as promised, he drove up the hill and about 4 blocks south before pulling upside a payphone in front of a large office building. I thanked him and got out of the car, shutting the door behind me and proceeded to make my call. when I finished he was still there and didn't appear to be doing anything but waiting for me so I waved and went on my way. as I reached the curb I saw him turn his car around and he drove back toward the way we came. I walked in the same direction along side the endless string of parked cars lining the street until I came upon one with a man sitting inside smiling at me. waving with one hand and masturbating with the other. the same man I had just ridden with a few blocks back.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

I have a feeling my grades are about to tank

I loved (the idea of) battle of the blogs but it was pretty much a disaster from go. the same 5 housewives sat in there all day fixing battles and voting for people based on how much they paid for their webdiva template. and while they do look nice, a pretty picture does not a blogger make.
and it got old. damn old.

no one was really having fun anymore and people were actually getting kicked out for reporting cheating and complaining about it.

I honestly couldn't care less about empty blog traffic, but I liked playing the games damnit. all of the other blog traffic services are carbon copies of each other that don't offer anything but surfing and can't even manage to distribute traffic; the ONLY thing they claim to do. 500 credits shouldn't last a month. and theres just no way in hell I'm going to sit here and click to watch the same 10 blogs rotate.

...but I will cage fight :D

theres finally a place for those of us who liked to pit ourselves against each other without turning everything into a popularity contest.. no more people IM'ing me to vote for them (!!) no more mommy blog domination. and (hopefully) no more WHINING. oh, and get exposure for your blog too :p

plus you can transfer credits to other people, rate blogs on varb, upload your pics to create custom puzzles and put together puzzles made by other bloggers. theres actually a ton of shit to do at blogmad. its quality surfing and has made quite the bump in my visitors as well. I'm way impressed. I spent at least 3 hours there today for their trial launch and still didn't see everything!
(..or get any homework done)

its currently 'invite only' but all you gotta do is ask for one. and if you had signed up back in the day when they first started taking members, you're already in.

also I found a whole community dedicated to hating rachael ray.

thats actually not part of blogmad.
but it should be.

I never realized how important boobs are for women until I saw one who didn't have any.

I hope the effing olympics are about over. oprah at 3 isnt really working out.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

who gives a fuck what you think?

heh.. me

you don't have to be a long-time reader to participate, so long as you have gotten a general impression of me through my blog or comments I've made.

I would appreciate your honest opinion rather than your attempts at humor, but I'll take what feedback I can get and promise not to track you down and kill you for disagreeing with me.

click on the links below and choose 5 or 6 words you think best describe me. good AND bad :D

johari window         nohari window

This tool allows me to see which qualities others perceive in me, and which ones are merely my own imagination. This is a tool for self-improvement.

interpreting the window:

Terms selected by both the participant and their peers are placed into the Arena quadrant, representing the fact that everyone involved knows these particular pieces of information about the participant individual; they have been openly communicated.

Terms selected only by the participant, but not by any of their peers, are placed into the Façade quadrant, representing information about the participant of which their peers are unaware. The choice is then up to the participant whether or not to self-disclose this set of information.

Terms that are not selected by the participant but only by their peers are placed into the Blind Spot quadrant. These represent information of which the participant is not aware, but others are, and they can decide whether and how to inform the individual about these "blind spots".

Terms which were not selected by either the participant or their peers remain in the Unknown quadrant, representing the participant's behaviors or motives which were not recognized by anyone participating. This may be because they do not apply, or because there is collective ignorance of the existence of that trait.

I nicked this from omnamaste.

Friday, February 17, 2006

thats a 'whites only' pie

my mom called yesterday for the first time since christmas. it was good to hear from her in the obligatory sense but exhausting otherwise. I had the number changed this morning.

my school is having a racist bake sale where they're gonna charge people based on their earning potential. that means white men get taxed and cripples pretty much eat for free. I'm totally gonna go cos I'm a woman. thats something of a handicap.

(click image to view full-size flyer)

I have rum and 4 jugs of pineapple juice. plus I can pause live television now. my quality of life is beginning to surpass even my own expectations :D

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

ugh. the internet bores me

fuck you guys. I'm watching television.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Amo il collo del tacchino

Antonio: 02/12/2006 3:53 AM

E da molto che ho scritto questa poesia dedicata a Sofia, ma non ho avuto mai l’occasione di raccontargliela di persona, per cui la colgo adesso, tramite voi se mi fareste questo favore. So che è molto difficile ma sapendo che e stato il suo compleanno ne approfitterei a fargli gli auguri, se ritenete che questa mia poesia sia bella, potreste fargliela avere, al solo scopo che possa capire che veramente c’è gente semplice che gli vuole bene e l’ammira, come attrice e come persona .Veramente mesi fa sono stato alla trasmissione di Maurizio Costanzo Show, come spettatore ma ho avuto vergogna ha consegnare la mia poesia al signor Maurizio, anche perché beccai una serata, che si parlava della morte di pantani .Ma forse sarebbe più bello per me se oggi ricevesse questa poesia .Ora ve la racconto .Ha scusate io mi chiamo Antonio Cirillo e sono di Acropoli in provincia di Salerno, in via Emanuele Di Sergio.


Tu sei bella, bella, bella.
Tu sei bella come una stella.
Sei nel cielo la più splendente,
sei la più bella del firmamento.
Non credevo nell’amore
ed ora sono innamorato,
se ti guardo, nei miei occhi,
c’è una luce che si accende.
Il mio corpo vibra forte
come una foglia al vento,
le mie mani che vorrebbero
accarezzare la tua pelle,
perché sei bella, bella, bella.
ma lontana a l’orizzonte.
Non ti posso stringere al cuor
Perché tu sei troppo grande
Sei un vulcano in esplosione
Una nube incandescente che
Brucia tutto quando scende
Tu per me sei come il sole,
come tutti i suoi tramonti
ci regala i suoi colori
infuocati dal calore.
Perché sei bella, bella, bella
Tu sei bella e sei una stella
Sei una statua tutta D’ORO
Con due occhi da brillanti
Tu per me sei il più bel
Fiore che la natura ci ha regalato.
Grazie Sofia di esser nata.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

"this is abusery!"

this morning I had the most infuriating dream where my dad was trying to control everything like usual and he had contracted some people to enforce his decree and they tried to impose a weed limit on me and I had to draw the line at that. but of course he was too caught up in his dictatorship to listen to reason and so I had no choice but to lay down the beatings. I was super pissed cos I threw all my rage into every swing but none of my fucking punches would connect. I woke up feeling all unsatisfied and with no other recourse than to take my aggressions out upon the toilet.

Monday, February 06, 2006

I ate paint chips when I was little

people I dont know came over last night and the first thing they did was totally stress me out. somehow this girl thought it was gonna be cool for her to just start taking my animals out of their cages and when I told her not to she was like "oh, no its okay; I work at petco."

tapeworm told me that road turtles were there so that blind people could drive. he said there was an abundance of turtles and they used to glue real ones to the street until the animal rights activists intervened.
and I totally believed it.

I found a baby turtle when I was 6 and named him I Love You Turtle and brought him home with me to live but he died a few months later and my dad helped me bury him in a jewelry box in the backyard next to the garage but I missed him so I dug him up every day to give him a little kiss on his head. then one time I pushed in his eyeballs.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

mugu guyman keep offfffffffffffffff ooooooooooooo

saturday I tried to climb in the back of the car and fell out on my ass in the middle of the student parking lot. I have no idea how that happened but like 6 fucking carloads of people stopped to laugh at me.

tapeworm and I broke up 4 times last week.
once over a movie and twice over food.
I cant remember what the other reason was so maybe it was just 3.

I've been nominated for the national deans list. apparently I'm ranked in the top half of 1% of the nations college students.

if thats true, we should all be very afraid.

I havent opened my textbooks once yet and I'm about 5 weeks into the quarter. I can only do like one thing well at a time and right now thats watch tv.

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