Well yeah, they are pretty nice I guess.
How does one act "like a river" exactly?
I was wondering what that itching burning sensation was. LOL
Jam? Apparently I do have an untapped food fetish. Who knew?
LMAO
- Good gravy, what a night was had last night. Me Eth an Rose went out. Rose decided she needed to get drunk, so we went to Donnys, Images, Pegs and afterhours. Not even gonna get into all the details, I'll just give ya the highlights. First off, I was groped by some oogie gross old perv queer guy. No groped in the hey you have tits kinda way, this guy grabbed my crotch. Oh how pissed was I!! He's lucky I was so shocked, cuz if I had a second to react I'da punched him in the mouth. Fuckwit. Still pissed about that.
K, next highlight- saw Jimmy out. Finally got his ass on the dance floor. Damn that boy can move! I did much ass shakin. Jimmy, Kev, Eth, some random cute girl. Actually her name is either Kay or Kate. I intro'd myself later in the eve. She kept looking at me and seemed interested, but then didn't talk to me when I went over. Don't know what thats about.
Finally met cute Brian. He intro'd me to his friend Leslie, who was way cute. Gave her my digits, we'll see if she calls. My prediction is that she won't cuz really, who ever does? lol Oh, and met another cutie too. Her name is Tanya. She seemed fun but I didnt talk to her long. She's too young for me anyways. Well they all were actually, but at least they were all legal. Blah. I'm so over the girl thing. Maybe I should be bi. LOL Yeah, I can so see that happening. Boy germs, ick!
Rose got mega mega trashed. Stole my bed. Just took it. I crashed on my loveseat, sans pillow. At 6am. Yeah. So, got up at 10 to help Smouse move. Slipped on the ice an busted my ass a good one. Gonna be so sore tomorrow! And I bruised my tender parts with the drawer I was carryin. Good thing I have no sex life, lol. Ugh. So tore down. Off to nap.
Friday, February 06, 2004
- Went out last night with Eth. Took the tracker in case the roads got oogie. Hit Images round 10, was dead. Like totally dead. Urg. Jeffery asked me bout girls night. I told him it sucks and they should just keep it a boy bar cuz its more fun that way, lol. They can keep the door girl n the one bartender tho, they're fun. So, NE way, me an Eth are sittin at the bar, sippin our drinks, mindin our bid, an this older guy comes in. He's 54 actually, I know because he told me. He comes up, sits one seat down from me and just buts right in me an Eth's conversation to tell me that he was just at Tru and those people are all stuck up and a beer is $4 and etc. I turn to Eth an give him my WTF? look, Eth shrugs, we continue witth our conversation. FF oh, maybe 10 minutes. "Scuse me, has anyone ever told you you look like Annie Lennox? Yeah, bout half the gay male population of da burgh. Plus Rose. So he goes on and on bout how thats a compliment an blah blah blah (um, duh, Annie's hot, lol) and on and on and on and on and on. Finally he goes away. Whoohoo! Me an Eth hang and chat an make fun o the karaoke peeps for awhile, then decide to blow the joint, down the dregs of our beers, and head towards the door. Only to be met by the chatty old guy. I mean he was nice enough, but he just would NOT shut da hell, ya know? So he's over the Annie Lennox thing, now he's all bout telling me that I'm like the most stylish lesbian in Pittsburgh (?) and he's from Miami and has been to NYC and I'm just he hottest lesbian that ever walked the planet. Or something to that effect. And he's not hitting on me, he's 54 and I must be what 26? (tee hee) Dude, whatever, get out my damn way, I'm goin to the saloon damnit!. And quit touching me! So he pauses to take a breath and me an Eth BOLT! Out the door, goin Saloonin. Sidewalks are a little icy, but no big. Get to the Saloon, get beers, scope the scene, down our beers an bolt. The saloon can be a wee bit scary at times and we were gettin some looks, lol. So, down to Pegs. We see Dr. Mike driving to the parkin garage, so Eth yells homo at him so he knows where to find us, lol. Run into the Matt Damon look alike, who's name is Jimmy I now know. He's such a sweetie. Get to Pegs, check our coats, hit the bar. Drinky drinky. Say hi to Rodney. Drinky drinky. Ethans drunk and decides he an Dr. Mike need to go to Images so he can pee. No prob, see ya later. Chat with Jimmy for a bit, buy him a drink. Spend considerable time wishing I had seen Rent so I could have been properly star struck by the fact that like the whole cast was there. Chat with bartender Ryan for a little. Check out the crowd to see who else I knew which was surprisingly no one. But there is a cute chick that looks a bit dykeadelic, so stroll over to take a closer look. Definitely cute, but either shy or not interested cuz I can't even get eye contact, so hell with it, I'm off roaming again. Eth an Dr. Mike return and tell the tale of Eth's multiple biffings on the way to Images. (he's limping today, lol) Me an Eth hit the dance floor (finally I get to friggin dance!) Shook our groove things for a good bit, then said to hell wit it, got the coats, hit the car, went to sheetz for dinner. Yes, we ate dinner at 2:30 am. Checked my email, sent Cyn a note and crashed. Woke up at 7am, looked at the clock and bout had a coronary thinkin I was late for work. Moron, ya don't work on Fridays, duh. Went back to sleep, got up round 9 an stumbled to the bathroom. Remembered at the last second that there was a good chance Eth was still here, so grabbed a towel. Good thing too, cuz he was on the puter and prolly woulda died had I walked in in all my naked glory. Took a shower, made some coffee an blogged. There, now you're all up to speed, lol.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
- What I Do at Work All Day, or "You Haven't Lived Until You've Been Naked for a Whole Day"
Group email session from this afternoon. Note: this entire conversation took place in one hour, and we were all at work.
Vicki :Hello Ladies, Time for the weekly scoop update. I had to go to the hospital this afternoon for some X-rays. Who do I see the X-ray waiting room but our very own Krystalyn. She was there getting a chest x-ray for her new job as a CNA. She will be working the 3-11 shift making 13 something an hour she said. Apparently her last job did not work out- her supervisor had itin for her" and she was relieved of her duties. She was getting her pre-employment tests done -xray, drug test, etc. I guess she is still staying with Karen here & there & whomever she can mooch off of. Dave still has not brought the apartment up to par for her. She is looking at another place in *edited out* All her piercing are out- she said she is trying to grow up. She lost a lot of weight. Said she & Karen fight a lot coz Karen is set in her ways & Krys is a free spirit. Rusty is pist coz Karen does not go to the bar anymore- oh well. Oh, and she has hair now! That's about it .
Kim: Tryin to grow up huh? Bout fuckin time.
Rach: and she couldn't do this BEFORE becoming a coke head and fucking Kim over?????
Vicki: me words exactly
Kim: Everything happens for a reason. This way I'm available when Angelina comes callin ;o) lol
Rach: yes yes....of course! and we've all concluded that you've really "come out of your shell" without her and all but still....she's a freak.
Vicki: Oh- didn't I tell you? She called me ... so sorry
Rach: LOL....hmmm.....wonder what would happen if we copied Dani on that.....
Vicki: Oh - I am allowed to oogle movie stars coz they are unreachable I am NOT allowed to oogle my pharmacists here or my friends -
Rach: OH. See...Smouse and I ogle together so we figure neither of us can get mad because we cancel each other out by both doing it....hence our ability to ogle movie stars, or Kim at Halloween, or a randomly passing motorcycle chick or whatever.....lol
Kim: well a phone call would put her in the "reachable realm"
Vicki: I have a very long tongue - - lol
Rach: some information is best kept between significant others. lol
Kim: Dont make me bring up the lesbian pissing contest, which I, as I recall, was winner. Touche.
Rach: Well I NAMED the Lesbian Pissing Contest so that has to get ME somewhere too! (-; And besides...we all agreed that it's not the length that matters but how you use what you got!!! It's allllll relative girls!
Vicki: Please tell me y'all really didn't have a pissing contest
Smouse: Tee hee hee
Kim: 12. thats all I have to say. lol
Rach: DAMN! Well....I'm working my way up.
Smouse: LMFAO
Vicki: do i want to know what 12 is?
Kim: lol. I dunno. Girls, does she wanna know what 12 is?
Smouse: Tell her kimmy
Rach: go for it....and Vicki....stick out your tongue....now compare it to someone else's....that's a lesbian pissing contest.
Kim: 12 is my record Vic. As far as big Os given ;o)
Rach: in one day or successively? I forget
Kim: over the course of 1 day. boo ya. I am the master. LOL
Smouse: Obviously.. I don't think I could have 12
Kim: I bet I could given the right partner. No one Ive been with had that kinda staying power, lol
Rach (to Smouse): I think: you shouldn't say you don't think so until you try!
Vicki: I see. on that note, I am outta here..............
Kim: Heh. Think I intimidated her? LOL
Rach: prolly! but you better watch your back....i'm gonna move in on your record soon as I can!
Smouse: Oh my.............we never have that much time.. lol
Smouse: We are sometimes lucky to get a couple of hours.. lol
Rach: so far. someday....when you live with me....
Kim: I recommend instituting a policy of "Naked Sundays" assuming, of course, you're staying in. Much fun. lol
Rach: i wouldn't be opposed, smouse on the other hand.....lol
Smouse: I could never be naked for a whole day?
Rach: see....told ya. lol
Kim: You havent lived until you've been naked for a whole day. lol
Rach: lmao
Rach: OMG....That HAS to go on the quote plate. Don't forget Kim! lol
Smouse: lmao
Kim: This would make quite the interesting email for blog posting wouldnt it? lol
Smouse: totally
Rach: yes....and it must be titled: "You haven't lived until you've been naked for a whole day." Lmao
Rach: ain't Vicki gonna love us when she gets in in the morning? lol
Smouse: No doubt
I love my job!
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Grrr!
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Awwww yeah!
- Went out last night as planned. Sidekicks first to see Ryan. Hung out with Greg, whom I only think I've met once, and barely remember but apparently I made an impression cuz he not only called me by name, he bought me a beer. Fine fellow, that Greg. lol. Then went down Images to meet Kev et al at 8:30ish. Ran into Dougie again. Listened to him mope bout some guy standing him up. Me and Mike whooped major booty on the pool table. Boo ya! And that was pretty much the extent of any excitement. Got home round midnight. Supposed to be goin out with Eth this eve for our traditional Thusday night debauchery, but the weather may keeps us housebound. Damn well better not, I ain't had the op to shake my groove thing for almost 2 weeks. I need me some Pegs damnit! Ah well, if I'm stuck in the house tonight, I'll just go out tomorrow. Or saturday. Or tomorrow and saturday. Or whatever.
Kinda in a cranky pissed off feministy kinda mood today. Saw way too much irritating bullshit while surfing the net. The censorship of Sarah Jones, Real World rape, Howard Stern, etc etc etc. Granted the first one is pretty old news, but it was new to me. Oh, and for the record, I immediately launched a search for the single that was censored. Found it, ordered it, and soon as it gets here it will be on the station. Damn skippy. The rape I had heard about a few months ago, but ran across it again today. I really don't get that whole date rape drug thing. I mean how enjoyable could it possibly be to have sex with an unconsious woman? I googled and couldn't find any current information bout the case. Did they arrest him or what? I did however find Where's the Outrage which did absolutely NOTHING to quell my anger. Course its really not supposed to, so I guess they're doin a damn fine job.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
- The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Lusty. Who woulda guessed? LOL
- K, who wants marry me?
- First off, kudos to yahoo for putting a lesbian comic strip on their comics page. And now on to our regularly scheduled program ;o)
Not too much to update in regards to actualy what's goin on in my life kinda stuff. Met Eth at Sidekicks Monday night. Had a few, BS'd with Rodney a bit, Dr. Mike came down, then we went down to Images. Ran into Dougie there, who is now bartending at the Z. So, of course, I got scoop. Apparently there is a possibility that the ex wasn't the one that stole all the cash. Which makes me happy for some unknown reason. Actually, I do know the reason- cuz if it wasn't her then maybe I'm not such a complete and utter failure as judge of character. I know, I know, she's still a cheating lying asshat, but at least she isn't a cheating, lying, thieving asshat. Or at least might not be. So there :oP
Didn't do much last night. Went home, made dinner, watched GI Jane. I'm just gonna have to buy that damn movie, lol. Have gotten absolutely nothing whatsoever done with the station site. I figure this weekend. Goin to hit the G Spot tonight. (giggle, giggle) Thats what they're calling girls night at Images. LMAO Goin down early to catch the end of karaoke. Doubt anyone will be singing tho. Who the hell has karaoke from 6 to 8 at a gay bar? We don't even go out till 10, lol. Ah well.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
- I was originally going to post about a new line of cosmetics that not only make ya look nice and smell nice, but also make ya taste nice, but got totally sidetracked by an email from the girls, so now I'm gonna post bout somethin different. The Facts of Life.
For those not in the know, Facts was a spinoff of Different Strokes that ran Aug 1979-Sept 1988. So that puts me at the ages of 7-16. The show started off innocently enough. Simple plot lines dealing with typical problems faced at a school for girls. Natalie looks for her birth mom. The girls get stoned. Blah blah.
Then it happened. On November 19th, 1980, Jo came to town. And babydykes all over the nation sat up and said holla! (actually, considering the time period, was prolly more like ohmiGOD! Like who is that? She's like totally rad! But ya get the point). Now, you have to realize, this was WAY before Xena, Buffy, even Cagney and Lacey. Like the dark ages of television. The only lesbian to be found was Miss Hathaway, and who wanted to be her? But Jo hit the airwaves and made it alllll better. Yes, I know, technically, Jo was straight. She dated guys, actually got married eventually, blah blah blah. Whateva. Xena was straight too. And hell, even I dated guys once upon a time. Lets consider the evidence shall we? First off- the mullet. I don't even need to add anything to that. Um hullo. And she rode a motorcycle. Wore a jean jacket. Yeah, lots of girls wore them back then, but how many had a roll of electrical tape hangin off em, hmmm? She drank beer. Not to mention the fact that she beat up the first guy that got fresh with her. With her shoe. In the golf course. I know WAY too much about this show. And you just KNOW that somewhere there's a lost episode wherein Jo talks Blair into a big sapphic love fest under the guise of "practicing for boys" mmmmhmmmm. (and if anyone should happen to find it, 2 words- BIG reward).
Yep, Jo was definitely a girl's girl. Many an hour I wiled away gazing longingly at my screen wishing I could be just like her. Or, if not that, I wanted to be her very best friend. *sigh* Wonder if she's single.
- Yet another one of those long stupid ass questionnaire thingys everyone posts. This one was also blatantly ripped off someone else's blog.
I AM: the walrus. coo coo catchoo
I WANT: it all
I HAVE: cramps. blah
I WISH: I was a little bar o soap (bar o soap)
I HATE: stupid people
I MISS: sex *sigh* lol
I FEAR: the evil glowy eyed ducks that live in Smouses pants
I HEAR: Glytch
I SEARCH: da hell? What kinda stupid ass question is that?
I WONDER:see above
I REGRET: not much
I ALWAYS: ??
I AM NOT: an animal! bwahahahaha
I DANCE: yes. I do. who came up with these questions? I dance? what the fuck?
I SING: in the car.
I CRY: on occassion. More often from laughing hysterically than from brokenheartedness. is that a word? lol
I WRITE: my name in my gutchies. JK
I WIN: ?? Oh, I know! I win at pool. Often. I may be a dyke but I'm good with a stick *nudge nudge, wink wink*
I LOSE: brain cells. Lots of em.
I CONFUSE: Stupid people. Its fun, try it!
I NEED: a nap
I SHOULD: go take a damn nap apparently. duh.
The weirdest person you know: scary weird or funny weird? BIG dif.
The Loudest Person you Know: ROSE!!!
The Sexiest Person you Know: Me *eye flutter* heh
The Cutest Person you Know: see above
Your closest friend: Eth
The People that Know the Most about you: Eth, Rach, Smouse, Kev, Aim
Your most overused phrase on IM: lol
The last image/thought you go to sleep with: do people really have like 1 standard thought to sleep by?
Inside joke: ooo *hair flip*, ducks eyes, meow, boy fucker
SIGN: Aries
NATURAL HAIR COLOUR: Brown
CURRENT HAIR COLOUR: Brown. and blonde. Think hedgehog.
EYE COLOUR: Brown
BIRTHPLACE: da Burgh
Name 5 bands you listen to:
(these aren't in order of preference...just random)
Just check the links to your left
Name 7 things you hate:
1. Stupid people
2. Fred Phelps (yeah, he's covered by #1, but I gotta special brand o hate for that asshat)
3. hangovers
4. whatever the hell that pink shot was Rodney made last night *hurl*
5. weak coffee
6. "winter mix"
7. boy bands
Would you....
[For some reason, this section is missing a few numbers.]
1. Eat a bug? actually I think I already have, albeit accidentally.
2. Bungee jump? nope
3. Hang glide? nope.
4. Kill someone? if need be.
6. Kiss someone of the same sex? ummm... GirlyDyke. what do you think?
7. Have sex with someone of the same sex? Is that an offer? Cuz ya know.... its been awhile.. *wink*
8. Parachute from a plane? prolly not.
9. Walk on hot coals? um, no
10. Go out with someone for their looks? sure. I is a shallow bitch.
12. Be a vegetarian? hell no! a life without bacon is a life not worth living.
13. Wear plaid with stripes? sure
14. IM a stranger: sure
15. Sing karioke? Did. once.
16. Get drunk off your ass? Who me? Never! Alcohol is da debbil! *snort*
17. Shoplift? Nope
18. Run a red light? not on purpose
19. Star in a porn video? was offered a role in one once actually. Turned it down.
20. Dye your hair blue? Did.
21. Be on Survivor? sure
22. Wear makeup in public? yep
23. NOT wear makeup in public? yep
24. Cheat on a test? nah
25. Make someone cry? hell yeah. Preferably Fred Phelps. Like on national TV. heh.
26. Call your math teacher a motherfucker? dude, I'm 31. I dont have a math teacher.
27. Kick a baby? oh yeah. Boom! lil bastard. who the hell comes up with this shit? lol
28. Date someone more than ten years older than you? been there, done that.
29. Cuss out a priest? Oh yeah. Father Justin, I'm talkin to you. Jackass.
30. Take a job as a janitor? Sure, if I had to.
32. Stay up all through the night? regularly
33. Drink straight espresso? sure.
Monday, February 02, 2004
- More pissed off dyke ranting for ya. Have you heard about this?
"The 2-1 ruling affects Matthew R. Limon, who was sentenced in 2001 to more than 17 years in prison for having consensual oral sex after he had just turned 18 with a boy nearly a month away from his 15th birthday in a home for the developmentally disabled.
According to state law, sexual activity with anyone under 16 is illegal. But if Limon had been having a heterosexual encounter, he would have only faced a sentence of 15 months under the state's "Romeo and Juliet" law, which limits penalties for underage sex between heterosexual teenagers."
Emphasis mine. So, sex with a girl, 15 months. Sex with a boy, 17 fucking YEARS? Meanwhile, a guy that rapes a 12 year old girl -TWICE- gets 9 years? What the fuck is wrong with the world?
"Kansas Judge Henry W. Green Jr. justified his ruling by saying legislators could claim homosexual acts entail health risks. Green also wrote that heterosexual offenses are less objectionable because they could lead to babies being born, and 'same-sex relationships do not generally lead to unwanted pregnancies.'"
Does that sentence even make sense? Heterosexual offenses are less objectionable because they can lead to unwanted pregnancies? Because what? Unwanted pregnancies are a good thing? What a fucking moron. How is this jackass even on the bench?
- I'm sure you've all heard about Janet Jackson's boob. Does anyone actually believe this was an accident? Now I didn't see it because, to be quite honest, I think the whole superbowl whoopfest is just kinda dumb. So perhaps I shouldn't comment, but I'm going to anyways. First off, what is the big fucking deal? Its a boob. Whoopdeefuckin doo. Half of us have em. All of us have seen em. Get the fuck over it already. I was perusing the Ms. Board this morn and happened upon the inevitable thread on the topic, which basically boiled down to poor poor Janet and ooo that Timberlake, what a misogynist. Which may well be true, but poor Janet? Come on people. The whole thing was obviously staged. Exactly how do you accidentally rip just the breast-covering portion of a wardrobe off? Why the hell was he yanking on it in the first place? Janet knew what was goin on, she ain't dumb. Hullo- new CD comin out, gotta get the peeps talkin. Flash a little boob, boom, all eyes on ya.
There seems to be a tendancy in the online feminist community to automatically label every woman a victim. Prostitute? Victim. Drug addict? Victim. Beat your husband to death with a baseball bat? Well way to go, high five my sista and btw..... you're a victim. Now I understand that women ARE made victims in many ways. Am not debating that fact. But when the hell does personal responsibility come into play? By automatically labeling every woman as victim, you are in essense implying that she has no autonomy. She has no power, no will, no intelligence, no choices, no nothing. She is a pawn. A patriarchy puppet if you will. And I for one think that's bullshit. True, men run the world. And yes, women don't have the same opportunities as our penis bearing bretheren. But instead of teaching girls to expect the inevitable victimization, and thereby instilling in them complacency, maybe we should teach them a little about strength and worth and fight. And I think we should question women. For example- Ms. Jackson- if indeed that Timberlake asshat just callously reached over and flashed your tit, why didn't you COLDCOCK THE MOTHERFUCKER!?! I want a world where I see more girls willing to defend their bodies and less willing to sell them.