| Life is wierd sometimes |
[Jul. 29th, 2005|08:42 am] |
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| | And One - Deutschmaschine | ] |
So, I knew this girl about 8 or 9 years ago, not very well, but she worked at a small coffee shop by the ACC campus at Rio Grande St. She was a very kind person, probably the kind of person I would want as a girlfriend. I didn't have very much money at the time and I was often studying before classes at the coffee shop as soon as it opened. Since this is Texas, the winters weren't very cold, but it was chilly enough to warrant a cup of coffee if I had the change. Sometimes she would give me a free coffee or a bagel if I didn't have the money. In my memories, she was always smiling or laughing and was generally a friendly, warm person.
I remember walking home from ACC one night and I saw her and her boyfriend outside the shop drinking beers - I think they were drinking Grolsch. I think they offered me one, but I think I had to get home so I plodded along. I remember coming into the shop one day and noticed that she hadn't been around. I asked one of the guys there what had happened to her - I thought she had quit or been fired. I was told that somebody had murdered her on the greenbelt. I thought she had been assaulted while running or biking along at the time, but I never knew the true extent of the crime until a few days ago.
I started working at UT only a few weeks ago and a few days ago I saw her picture on the front cover of the Austin-American statesman. It was strange and I thought I recognized her and so I bought the issue and read it and then I knew it was her when they mentioned that she worked at a bakery(the coffee shop was also a bakery, or rather the bakery was also coffee shop?). It turns out she had met somebody she was probably trying to help who ended her life. Last night they executed her murderer at 7pm by lethal injection.
I saw a picture of the killer on the internet with an expression on his face not much unlike Charles Manson. I read that he was abused as a child. So he's dead now and the only thought that seems to cross my mind about this is "wow, this whole situation is truly fucked up." My thought in general is that the killer gets more publicity and more information published about him than the victim. It seems these days, that the criminals can truly become celebrities and their victims are just a part of their story.
Anyways, it's strange how life is and how sad it is and it's too bad that horrible things happen to kind hearted people like Kiersa Paul. I never really understood what my mom used to tell me when she warned me to not go anywhere with strange people or her fear of going anywhere alone, but now I do. I hope this doesn't ever happen again, but I know it will. |
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| Quiz Thing |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|09:07 am] |
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| | Jesus Complex - Fields of Light | ] |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|01:41 am] |
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| |  amused | ] |
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| | Limp Bizkit?! My friend is playing it not me! | ] |
I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives. By following the simple advice I heard on a Dr. Phil show, I have finally found inner peace. Dr. Phil proclaimed: "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you've started." So I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a fifth of Crown Royal, a bottle of white Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's, a bottle of Kahlua, a package of Oreos, the remainder of both Prozac and Valium prescriptions, the rest of the cheesecake, some saltines and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel. Please pass this on to those you feel are in need of inner peace.!! |
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| Pay day |
[Dec. 2nd, 2004|03:12 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
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| | Black Crowes - She Talks To Angels | ] |
Pay day rules. Going to get some beers tonight hopefully. I met a guy from college at Katz's the other night, we hadn't seen each other in 4 years or so. Hopefully, will have a good time and some good beers. Gonna finish my table this weekend, I hope. What to do, what to do. Today is a good day and so was yesterday. Ah, happy happy, joy joy. |
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| Thanksgiving highlights |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|10:07 am] |
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| | calm | ] |
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| | The Black Crowes - Sometimes Salvation | ] |
I bought rasberries for 6 bucks a package. But they were worth
it. Went to 3 different grocery stores to find hazelnuts.
Again, well worth it.
Overhearing people saying "This salad is like dessert".
Heheheh. The salad dressing was gone in no time, well worth the
money spent on the raspberries.
4 days of sanding. The sound is still ringing in my ears.
My aunt Jean whining about us drinking wine. I'm so glad I poured that second glass.
My cousin Jessie got his dog kicked out at Thanksgiving.
Haha. That's what he gets for letting his dogs pee all over the
place last year.
Damn, the turkey pot pie was so good, it's the best dish that gets
served during Thanksgiving and it's not even served during Thanksgiving.
My Pyrex set got completed by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dedevjv Thanks, Vannezsa. Blueberry waffles for you when my table is done.
</span>I got called the "gayest straight man I've ever met" by
somebody.
At least I don't give off the "gay vibes". Whew. I
need to do something to be more macho or something. Maybe I'll
buy some chaps.
Learned that I was born at 3pm in the afternoon. The wierdness is somehow resolved or something, I dunno. You see, dedevjv
was born on the same day as my mother. Her friend Jen is born the
same exact day as me. Except she was born at 11am (she's older
than me :() and
I was born at 3pm and she was born in a different hospital. Whew. It was getting too freaky there.
</span>Drank port for the first time ever. Neat stuff. I
want to try a Beaujolais Nouveau, it's a red wine that is sweet and
best served chilled, similarly to port, but it's not a dessert
wine.
Really love the Black Crowes. Just started listening to their Southern Harmony album again (it's been a while too).
I have $0.12 in the bank right now.
And here I am, back at my lousy job again.
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| Flarg |
[Oct. 5th, 2004|10:30 am] |
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| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Donnie Darko - Manipulated Living | ] |
So tired lately.
Please, if you ever have a kid, and you take it to work, and it starts crying, just go work from home for the day. Gah. After all that crying and screaming that kid did, I wanna nap now. I want my nappy time! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Now, some repairman is doing work in the next room....he's sawing on something...
Fuuuuuuuuuh. Now he's tapping on something, I hope he has a noisy neighbor or something.
I just can't get anything done now. Very, highly annoyed and I can't concentrate.
What does it matter, I sit here and do tech support. |
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| Tired |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|02:34 am] |
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| | listless | ] |
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| | Imperative Reaction - Alone | ] |
I'm so tired, I haven't washed clothes in almost a month. I'm sitting here, wishing I had something better to do but I don't. I wish I could go to sleep, but I can't. I know there are things I should do, but I don't want to, but eventually, necessity will require action against my will. I could stop caring, but I don't think I ever will. I can never really say, "I don't care." and mean it, because it just asserts the fact that I really do. Anyways, I'm just sitting here, tired, exhausted, and thinking before I have to wash clothes, since I will have none for tomorrow. |
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| Donnie Darko |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|10:14 am] |
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| | listless | ] |
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| | Kate Mosh - Suicide | ] |
Well, I went to see Donnie Darko this weekend. What a freako movie. I loved it.
I thought about it all night, and this movie is like an onion, it just has so many layers. Once you figure the movie out on the surface, or rather, once you build one interpretation of it, you realize that there is yet another layer underneath, which also must be interpreted.
Work is interesting, I get to play sysadmin lately. I've learned several things about setting up user accounts, services, and such on Red Hat Enterprise Linux. Maybe I'll get to do some more coding sometime.
I learned how to make a salad and dressing my mom makes. Here's a recipe:
Dressing:
1/4 cup cider vinegar
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 tsp worcestershire sauce
1/2 tsp paprika
1 tbsp poppy seed
2 tbsp sesame seed
2 clove garlic mashed
1/2 cup olive oil
Mix all but the olive oil together in a blender or food processor and start blending it on low. Pour a little bit of olive oil in over time while blending the other ingredients. Blending time should take about a couple of minutes.
You can increase the amounts if you want more of course.
Splenda can be substituted for sugar and it still tastes pretty good.
Poppy and sesame seeds are probably better gotten at Sun Harvest, Whole Foods, or Central Market since they end up cheaper there for some reason.
The ingredients in the dressing don't have to be very high quality to make a good dressing. You can buy apple cider for 69 cents at HEB and the dressing will taste quite good.
Salad:
baby spinach - tear up
sliced almonds - toast in oven
strawberries - sliced lengthwise to about 1/8 inch
white onion - chopped very fine
white cheddar cheese (very sharp)
All of the ingredients here depend on how much you want of each in your salad. I like a lot of onions, but my friend Dax doesn't like them as much as I do. You may have to expirement with the onions.
Feta, asiago, or other cheese can be used instead, although I'd recommend white, strong cheeses with a sharp taste. Feta goes particularly well.
Make sure to watch the almonds carefully and spread them out when toasting; they burn easily and should only take about a minute or two to toast at 450 degrees.
My mom can spend quite a bit of money on the salad, depending on how many people she is serving and the occassion. She tends to put more money in quality salad ingredients, unlike the dressing. |
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| Tired, sore, hopeful, anxious |
[Jul. 22nd, 2004|09:08 am] |
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| |  tired | ] |
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| | Cruciform Injection - Binary Aura | ] |
I'm so damn sore right now. My thumb is better. My middle finger hurts.
My foot got some skin ripped off of it, it stings. My lower traps and neck are both sore.
Some jerk, we'll call him Clamface, nearly ripped my cousin's elbow out of it's joint and almost did the same to mine. Sure he's better at jiu-jitsu than we are, but he doesn't have to be an ass about it.
Going to Gatlinburg, Tennessee for the MUDding convention. Should be fun, and I hope to meet some people I haven't met IRL before. This may be my last year to go...unless I get a remort (special character on the MUD).
Had a job interview. Really hope I get the job. There will be much rejoicing if I do. I really want something more along the lines of software development/engineering. Sigh, one day it will happen. I just gotta keep learning and doing. |
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| Jammed thumb and RVB |
[Jul. 11th, 2004|02:31 pm] |
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| | E-Craft - Puppet Nation | ] |
Discovered the joy of Red vs Blue this week. I really like it. It makes me happy.
Company bought me a new laptop - I can now play DVDs on my T.V., which is good b/c I don't have cable and it gets really boring sometimes living alone and this is the first year I have done that.
Jammed my thumb in Jiu-Jitsu class, boy that sucks. But it does a hella job of a workout. I now know about 10 chokes and 2 submissions. I hope to heal up and get back to it. I need to make a point of getting more iron because I bruise too easily.
Anyways, blah. |
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| Given in |
[Jul. 5th, 2004|01:03 pm] |
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| | content | ] |
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| | KOMPRESSOR - WE MUST DESTROY X10 | ] |
So, I started playing the MUD again. Now I have two internet addictions. Damn. My life is consumed by internet. Must destroy all internet. We must destroy X10. |
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| Stuff |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|03:40 pm] |
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| | thankful | ] |
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| | P.A.L - Intro + Terrible Hangdown (Instrumental version) | ] |
So, the lease is comin up. Need to check out apartments.
10 people in my complex got their cars broken into last night, I'm lucky I'm not one of them. Supposedly, some people went all up and down the Metric Blvd. apartment complexes and just jacked cars. The police officer that lives next door to me is absent or asleep and my neighbor from upstairs, whose car got jacked too, can't reach the police guy. Boss said I can go home 30 minutes early today. Sweetness. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 2nd, 2004|03:19 pm] |
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aarrgh. So damn sore. |
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| Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu |
[Jun. 29th, 2004|08:05 am] |
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| | accomplished | ] |
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| | Electro Synthetic Rebellion - Fright | ] |
Oi, haven't taken any martial arts in a long time. Started taking Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu from an instructor who is a friend of the family. Yesterday was my third session. We did nothing but drills, but I'm sooooooooooo sore. That was the best workout I've had in a long time. My back is a little sore, but it's not ligament pain. Hopefully, I'll go Wed. if I can. My cousin seems to have a decent grasp of it, and it's been a while since I've done anything so it seems we're pretty evenly matched, which is good.
Sheesh, I'm sore. ANOTHER warm shower would feel great right about now...maybe I'll take a bath tonight...
So, now I'm doing Salsa dancing AND Jiu-Jitsu....and I seem to have picked up a DDR habit. I don't know if I can keep doing all of that. Oh well, but it's fun! |
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| Shitballs |
[Jun. 26th, 2004|12:49 am] |
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| |  aggravated | ] |
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| | Manufactura - Blind Dead And Mute | ] |
Fucking shitballs! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgh!!!! That's all I have to say :( |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 16th, 2004|07:06 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
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| | Pzychobitch - Behind The Door | ] |
Stripper With Ass Warts
by Jasmine Freud
Like any normal heterosexual woman who fancies strip joints on occasion, I expect to see some fine looking naked women flaunting their wares for my selfish pleasure.
But no.
Let me break it down: bachelorette/ bachelor party, San Francisco, The Lusty Lady, me and my best friend in a tiny view booth that smells like cum. Both of us avoiding contact with the walls or glass. A shit load of quarters. A sense of excitement.
Cha-ching.
Quarters fly into the slot. My friend and I look at each other and giggle like we know what our moms would think if they could see us now. The partition pulls up. Four pupils and two vaginas dilate in anticipation. Ten or so people in front of a velvety back drop dancing slowly. We are spotted by a cute redhead. She approaches our glass. Erotically, she dances in front of us, aching, twisting, rubbing herself.
Ain't too bad so far.
She turns around for a finale of sorts. Presents a fine, slim gluteus. Bends over. Presents...an image that will forever haunt my erotica masturbation material like an uninvited spirit.
First. More hair around her ass than the boyfriend I had at the time (and he was part Irish so you know it was dense). And I'm not trying to say that women don't have ass hair. It's sad but true. But when I go to see fantasy, fantasy is what I expect. If I want to see reality, I look at my own hairy crack (which I do, every chance I get).
But that's besides the point.
Second. Warts. Protrude. From the hair. From the hair all over the ass. Fucking warts. Or I think they were warts, they may have been zits or something. So prominent that they were not over-staged by her numerous genital piercings. In fact, she may as well have pierced the warts/zits/growths so they could have maybe blended in with the rest of the metal hoops. I mean, it looked like a fucking ring toss down there.
Anyway.
Hairy ass, warts, metal hoops. What the fuck was that? All I'm saying is if you want to objectify yourself, invest in a gyno and a schick (although any method of razor or hair removal will do). How difficult is that? I mean we are talking about one of the only strip joints with a union. If these ladies are organized enough to wrestle up a union, can't they wax once a month? And since when do large warts on the ass scream, "do me!"?
Shit.
So the reason I brought this whole nightmarish story up is simple. One word.
Masturbation.
See the connection? Me neither.
But I will say this. Every time I masturbate I go through a huge mental file of whack off imagery (and they say we only use 10% of our brains? Come on....porno flick images make up at least 40% no problem) to find the one that seems most conducive to my mood at the time. Well. Without fail, I pick a good image and I get this image going, I'm almost there...And Bam: "Stripper with ass warts" comes into mind and ruins my flow. I usually cringe for a moment, compose myself, and move on to the previous orgasm friendly scene, but fucking A. I shouldn't have to do that.
Should I?
Maybe God is punishing me. Maybe I'm really a dyke who likes hairy, warty asses. But I don't think so. Really.
I think I am victim. A victim of society. Or a victim of a society who condemns the hairy warty female ass. So when I see such a thing…my Playboy mag pasteurized unrealistic fantasies of women are shot to hell. HELL.
So I say this. I hope Hell has enough room for me. Until then...I shall shave my ass, get any visible warts removed from my ass, save my hard earned quarters for gumball machines, and no longer visit the Lusty Lady.
Amen. |
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| Jokes |
[Jun. 9th, 2004|08:54 am] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | Zero7 - Somersault | ] |
I was sitting there wondering why a frizzbe gets bigger as it floats closer to you. Then it hit me.
Do homeless people really get knock knock jokes?
Should midgets be payed under the table?
Should lesbians be allowed to use dildos I thought they made their choice?
A Koala and a hooker finish having sex, best sex the Koala has ever had. hooker asks for her money and the Koala says what are you talking about? She says, "I'm a hooker and I have sex for money, look it up in the dictionary if you dont believe me". So he does and finds out she isn't lying but he says, "look up Koala". So she does and it says Koala-eats bush and leaves. |
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| bored |
[Jun. 7th, 2004|01:14 pm] |
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| |  bored | ] |
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| | Ladytron - Seventeen | ] |
so bored. found a random word generator and doing random google searches. ffffffffffffffffeeeeeeh. |
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| Jokes |
[May. 28th, 2004|08:38 am] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | Zero7 - When It Falls - Spinning | ] |
Two sperms are swimming really hard and one asks, "Are we almost to the uterus?." "Nah!" says the other, "we just passed the tonsil".
A woman gave birth to six babies and on seeing this she got out of the hospital bed and slapped her husband and shouted, "I told you not to go doggy style".
Love is complicated machinery. But sometimes all you need is a good screw to fix it.
Sex is like a card game. If you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand.
Why is breast milk good for health?
Because it is great for blood circulation, provides heat, is refreshing and comes in attractive containers. |
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