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| Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | | 2:46 am |
LONG TIME NO TYPE
"Last Updated 34 weeks ago" Has it really been that long? Well, here is any news. I am almost entirely off the grid, now. I do have my screenname all over, including a blog (not an LJ, but a full blog blog) for my own entertainment, and not really for much else. I am on DA as dracorotor and phoenix_talon. I have graduated from college, and am dealing with insomnia tonight by posting here. I will be moving out of my appartment soon, and hope to have even worse computer problems in the urban north. | | Monday, October 20th, 2008 | | 4:36 pm |
Yep, I'll post about once a year, lol. Hello non-interested public *waves like princess di* For those wondering I am now mostly on Deviantart, if anything at all, my internet troubles continue to plague me, and I'm living in an appartment with my beautiful girlfriend. thats all for now ttfn | | Friday, November 9th, 2007 | | 8:53 pm |
Odie.
When I was a child, my father came home one day with a big quiet brown dog on a leash. We had no idea what was going on. He told us the dog's name was odie, that he was scared of many humans after a bad puppyhood, and that he was our new dog. I didn't know what to think of it. This mutt was in our home, stealing food from the table, and whimpering when anyone came to close or spoke too loud. and he shed everywhere. I was so mad, and at the same time, so happy. I love dogs. within a year, odie was my best friend... my only friend. I was the new kid in school, and bad rumors were starting to circulate that lost me popularity. I didn't have any friends for years... untill freshman year of high school, really. Odie was there the whole way through. When I came home wondering why the girl I liked thought I was scum, Odie sat and listened. When I bandaged cuts from being beaten up, Odie whimpered beside me. When I was lonely, odie always wanted to play fetch and be entertained (though he wasn't any good at fetch and other games... I wonder now if he wanted to entertain ME).  Right before his 5th christmas with us, the ass ran away! He was gone until two days before christmas! three and a half days! We had thought he was gone for good. we hadn't even put out his stocking, we didn't want the reminder. We barely let him out of the house to eat and relieve himself till the hollidays were over. I remember another time he ran away, and when we caught him, he did it again! I remember seeing him from the window of my bus and rushing off the moving vehical. I didn't catch him, but almost. he came home that night, thank God. that night, we decided to see how he was getting away. My sister went to one side of the yard, I went to the other, we said words related to shopping trips, hoping to fool him. when the car pulled away, it appears he had fallen for it. I looked down at a noise to see him slipping like a roach under the fence. when I shouted, the look on his face as he backpedalled in horror... I'll remember it forever. I loved that dog. I have a friend who said he looks like a sausage when he sleeps on his bed. I'll always remember getting him that bed for another christmas. you could see the happiness in his eyes! He was so happy with us. When my sister got her dog, they fought often. it was no surprise when the constant combat lead to injuries. odie's eye was terribly dammaged. For a time we worried it would come out before all was through. for nearly 6 months straight he wore a cone. I was sick with worry over him so much. I feared I was going to lose my best friend. After he had healed, I spent more time playing with, petting and walking him than I had in years. When I had to leave for school at the start of the semester, the cone was back on. The last words I remember saying to him were "See ya, bud! I'll see you in a few months... thanksgiving, probably." He died this morning. I never got to tell him he was a good boy, or tell him goodbye. I heard he was in pain. I'll miss him, but so much if the last year had been painful for him. I'm glad he'll never hurt again. He's such a good dog. Current Mood:  lonely | | Thursday, July 5th, 2007 | | 10:43 pm |
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Redheaded Slut
After hearing a number of people talk about it, I decided to find out the INGREDIENTS to a redheaded slut. Nothing too surprising in that, though I like the forwardness of the recipe. So, here y'all go. The recipe I found online. Fill tumbler a quarter of the way with ice. Add ingredients and ask woman with big breasts to shake. Pour into two large shot glasses. Ingredients: Jägermeister 1 oz. Schnapps, peach 1 oz. Cranberry Juice 3 oz. | | Thursday, May 10th, 2007 | | 12:17 am |
I am such a fool, I'll never learn
Celeste says: i can only [none of your business]. I can only share this burden with my husband. Draco Ro'Tor the Vile says: marry me Celeste says: i've gotta get up early tomorrow Celeste says: and no Celeste says: ask me when i'm ready Celeste says: and then i'll consider it Celeste says: but i need time Draco Ro'Tor the Vile says: I'm asking you to give me your soft, beautiful hand Draco Ro'Tor the Vile says: the way I've given you my heart and soul Celeste says: i can't | | Monday, April 30th, 2007 | | 8:22 am |
I'm watching a TV show with a romance twist, and I saw a scene which felt... WRONG. I thought about it for a while, and I couldn't figure out what seemed so fake. then it hit me. the girl said "I'm crazy about you, mike." Women never say that to the guy they like. I've never heard a woman say she's crazy about a guy except to her friends, never to him or his friends... though in love stories, women and men DO go to their counterparts' friend(s). Anyhoo, the point is that women don't do the putting themselves out there thing. Ironically, it seems like the fairer sex has never what happened there. Women never say "I love you" FOR their significant other, only TO. Even that is pretty hard to find. women, long thought of as the more romance-oriented gender expect more of the romance from us guys than they're willing to give in return... | | 8:04 am |
not a fun dream
I had a dream I was a doctor teaching moral lessons in a post-apocalyptic world. I taught a general that his gay soldier isn't evil just because the world needs to rebuild its population, and, yeah, its a wierd dream. I taught the same general that he was just as sick as a poor old man with the same illness, and money couldn't do things for him that it wouldn't for the poor guy. In the end, the dream was more emotionally taxing than I want a dream to be. And I distinctly remember a binch of zombies chilling in the north wing of the hospital. yipes. | | Wednesday, April 18th, 2007 | | 10:11 pm |
A Lonely Love Story
I miss her. I miss the feel of her close to me, and her soft kisses and sweet eyes. I miss the way her smile used to cheer me up, and how she sighed when I kissed her neck. I want to be with her again. I want to lie her on her bed once more, and carress her soft, beautiful body in all the ways she loves, all the ways she's told only to me. I want to taste her sweat as I trail kisses along her spine. I want to feel her shudder when my arms go around her waist and pull her back to her feet in a slow, sensual minuete on the cool carpet of the bedroom. the lights dimmed, and the only sight worth seeing for either of us is the other smiling lovingly as the dance goes on. Passions grow and we would find ourselves again lying on the soft slik sheets, so smooth, letting every move feel like swimming through pleasure made real. When the experience is over, and she lies panting, spent, and glowing in my arms, she smiled lovingly, and I would have run my hand through her hair, I see her drifting into sleep, I see her curling in close to me, seeking the warmth of my body, and I would gently kiss her forehead, watching her eyes racing beneath her lids, and think how wonderful it would be to spend my life with this woman. I loved her. I still do. | | Wednesday, April 4th, 2007 | | 12:21 am |
| | Tuesday, March 27th, 2007 | | 11:17 pm |
Okay, I think my relationship with Celeste is better now. I'm not sure, though, which scares me a little. Right now, however, I will not be pressing about it. I'm scared because she's scared because she has some pains she can't explain. I'm worried she might be sick, and I feel bad not being able to hold her or comfort her. I love her, and I can't wait till we're no longer so far from each other. | | Tuesday, March 20th, 2007 | | 12:42 am |
Heartbreak
Celeste says: i'm sorry Celeste says: i love you but i just can't deal with a relationship right now | | Wednesday, January 17th, 2007 | | 4:57 pm |
 | You scored as Chewbacca. You are Chewbacca. Weird and hairy you are, but super cool too. You're not much of a talker, but more of a moaner...you are best friends with the coolest guy in the galaxy and are often under appreciated, but hey that's life as a wookie. :)
Chewbacca | | 88% | Yoda | | 75% | Obi-Wan | | 63% | The emperor | | 63% | Darth Vader | | 63% | Luke Skywalker | | 63% | Anakin | | 50% | Padme | | 38% | Princess Leia Organa | | 13% | </td>
Which Star Wars character are you the most like???
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 | You scored as Oral Sex. Whether it's foreplay or the whole enchilada, you're "down" to have a good time.
Oral Sex | | 100% | Normal Sex | | 67% | Cyber Sex | | 61% | Phone Sex | | 55% | Gay Sex | | 45% | Orgy | | 33% | Anal Sex | | 28% | </td>
What kind of SEX do you love? (pics)
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| | Saturday, January 13th, 2007 | | 12:01 am |
everybody, scream with me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH! there, wasn't that nice? Its so nice to get out one's frustrations. My computer was in the shop for 4.5 frackin' weeks! now I can't log on to AIM OR MSNIM. grrrr. still rebooting my poor old computer, more on the saga of the computer later, I hope. | | Monday, December 4th, 2006 | | 7:33 pm |
| | Sunday, December 3rd, 2006 | | 12:45 am |
mechanic part 3
She sat in the dirt, tears trailing down her cheek, for hours. How could he do this to me? She was miserable. Especially with thoughts of what had gone between them all weekend. How had she missed that he was such a… a… was there even a word for it? What do you call a man who sleeps around? What word was there for a bastard like that? Were there even words vulgar enough for that? Finally, one of the yoopers who worked at the “farm” came out to see what was wrong with the strange visitor. When Kat told him what had happened, he offered to drive her back to work. Reluctantly, she agreed to it. * * * Meanwhile, the submarine had been launched and the flotilla had started to run their course through to the Wisconsin coast and back. They had a passenger they hadn’t known about, though. Daniel had climbed into the submarine with the new crew of ex-military. He knew one of the men, by a lucky break, who had led him to the bunks of the sub, and let him wallow silently in his misery. That night, the man, Robert Farley, went to talk to Daniel. And of course, being men, talking meant getting drunked and crying themselves to sleep after hours of chugging free government-paid-for beer. Daniel didn’t often dream. Especially not after a night of heavy drinking, but this time, something, maybe the level of emotional turmoil in him, gave him one dream, over and over, all night. He dreamt. In his dreams he was a knight in shining armor (and a gallant knight he was!) who rode into battle time and again to save a damsel dressed inexplicably in heavy, stained coveralls. And every time he did battle, after defeating dozens of wrench-toting and sunglasses-wearing skeletal minions (hey, dreams can be confused, sometimes), the brave knight would bring his blade to bear on the greatest evil in the land: Ususally it was a dragon, sometimes a harpie (which seemed more fitting), and once a great ogre (even more fitting, from a certain viewpoint). Always, no matter what the creature, it wore green, or had green feathers or scales, and it always had the face that had ruined his relationship: Janet. And always, he would outsmart the beast and bring his sword through its heart, or topple a forboding castle gate upon its head, or some such. And always, he would go to his beloved, his damsel, and fall to one knee before her, tossing his blood-soaked weapon to one side, his heavy helmet to the other, and would beg her to be his. “Be mine, fair lady” he would say over and over through the night, but always, the damsel, her red hair shimmering both in moonlight and candle light (depending on the setting per dream) would turn to his, a tear racing down her cheek, and would cry. After that, Daniel (the knight) would stand, and, dejected, turn and leave, knowing he had failed to serve the woman he loved as she deserved, as he had not struck down his demon quick enough. When he woke in the morning, that was what was going through his mind. That, he realized, was the thing that had driven him to a drunken night: his demons had ruined his greatest love, and he set out to fix that once and for all—by eliminating that greatest of demons from his life. “Rob! Hey, Rob, turn this bucket around!” he called, not noticing the slight slurring he must have been giving his words… nor, apparently, did he realize that he was aboard a parade-running leviathan, not a yacht to be driven about at the pilot’s leisure. Eventually, after an unpleasantly-rolling tour of the boat, he was brought up to the deck, where a few rowboats were moored to cheap, new hooks along the hull of the sub, in case one of the aging plates fell off her during her trip through the deep, frigid lakes. One was pulled in (after a debate among the crew about a few details) and, finally, Robert and Daniel clambered in and they were off. Robert manned the small outboard and powered them towards shore. He wasn’t mad, though, everyone went through women problems once in a while, he was actually happy for Daniel that he had figured out a solution so fast, though he wasn’t about to ask what it was. Current Mood:  loved | | Monday, November 27th, 2006 | | 6:52 pm |
| | Tuesday, November 21st, 2006 | | 6:02 pm |
NOTE TO SELF: "More shiney baubles than an Itallian whore." Don't worry, I might even know whaty it means someday. | | Friday, November 10th, 2006 | | 1:29 am |
I have learned
in the last few days, I've learned that there is nothing good outside. If I had my choice, I would curl up in bed with celeste and spend my life there, safe from all these people who want so badly to hurt me. I don't want to die, and right now there are at least 50 people on this campus alone who would love to see my corpse aflame. I'm scared to leave my dorm room. I'm even scared to go to the window, after 45 paintball/airsoft fanatics spend half an hour showering hatred on me. I'm terrified one is going to shoot me. with a real gun. I don't know why they hate me so much. I don't even know but one girl in the whole group of them, and she was my best friend a month ago. till she decided she wanted me to die. And she told me to kill myself. I almost did. Almost. I have three, MAYBE four friends left on earth, besides Celeste. Janis, Jeffrey, Carolyn, and maybe Emily, though I think she might hate me as well now, but I don't know why. I'm scared to stay on campus with so many dangerous people I don't even know apparently out to ruin my life. Even with my grades going up, I want to leave the school. not because I don't want to go to school here, but because its not safe for me here anymore. Its not safe in my dorm, its not safe in the horseshoe (thats the quad between some dorms, including my own), I can't even get food or drink from a water fountain without being accosted. I tire of the constant terror and unending nightmare. In my waking hours, the school hates me, in my dreams, people are trying to kill me too. How do I even know this isn't a dream... I'm being driven mad so frighteningly fast. The nightmare is unending, and I'm about to go to bed, because being stabbed to death by my mother in my dreams beats cowering in fear of even looking out my own window. Pray for me. | | Monday, October 23rd, 2006 | | 5:46 pm |
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