Currently Reading In Our Time By Ernest Hemingway see related

Whenever I am reading Hemingway, the scenes he describes appear as bold paintings by Picasso in my mind. Hemingway's words and Picasso's images both have the same cutting effect on me; after I read The Sun Also Rises just as after I first saw "Guernica" I felt as if I had been flailed alive. Their art is confusing and disconcerting, and painful, mustn't forget painful. They take beauty and twist it to painful ugliness, and they take the hideous and horrifying and twist it into something excruciatingly beautiful. At some point it all becomes so indistinguishable that there is a moment of stabbing clarity. I don't like it at all.

Currently Watching CKY The Box Set (DVD) By Bam Magera see related

The CKY vids are soo friggin good. Revolting at times, sure, but sooooo friggin funny. There's nothing I enjoy more than seeing a male in self-inflicted pain. I'm sick I know, but it doesn't bother me as much as it probably should.

They are a haggard looking bunch.

Speaking of haggard, what possessed me to dye my hair red? I mean seriously, so not a good look for me. Course during that period I was more interested in if there was alcohol in the cupboard, munchies in the fridge and whether or not Hannah wanted to bake than in my appearance. I think I was trying to look like Alyson Hannigan. I failed. Miserably.

Such a cliche.

Currently Playing Sleeping With Ghosts By Placebo see related

- Sweet Prince -

Gah it's already midnight and I have hours of work left to do. I've been at it since 3 this afternoon but I've barely gotten anything done. I'm gonna blame my lack of productivity on my lousy Internet connection, which keeps dropping every thirty seconds. But if I'm totally honest, though getting disconnected is annoying it's had less to do with distracting me than the pictures below. Those combined with the Placebo I've been listening to all day have me all hot and bothered. I don't know exactly why I find Placebo so sexy; it's very disconcerting. Well I'm off to find a nice big block of ice to sit on.

I seem to be drooling. and panting.

makes you just want to lick him all over then bite down on one his perfect little ass cheeks. hard.

Currently Playing So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter By Ani Difranco see related

Watched Mystic River tonight with Megh. Was good, but painfilled, made me cry. Course you'd be hardpressed to find anything that doesn't these days, me being a basketcase and all. It's all Walt Disney's fault you know. Grew up on the Disney animated classics; gave me unrealistic expectations for life. If you love someone enough, eventually they love you back. If you're good and you try to do your best, eventually it'll pay off. Time heals all wounds, this too shall pass and it'll all turn out right in the end. Maybe the problem is that in real life there isn't an ending, things just keep rotating. Fucking loose ends. I'm fully aware I don't make any sense, but neither did James Joyce and look where it got him. Ha. I should have paid more attention to Harold and Maude, and Waterloo Bridge. That's how real stories finish. I should go to sleep now. But I don't really want to. Cause when I dream, I can remember what he tasted like and I feel safe thinking it's him and me against the world. And then I wake up and I've forgotten exactly what the scar on the back of his head looks like, or the design of his class ring, I forget a little more each morning, and what hurts is that that is how it should be. Cause these days he's happy, he's waking up next to someone else, but he's happy. Wonder what that feels like.

Ani DiFranco

"you can't get through it. you can't get over it.
you can't get around. just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream and you won't make a sound"

"yeah, i would like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof
like life is just a boring chore and i am living proof "

"

life just keeps getting harder and it just keeps getting harder to hide
the darker it is around me the easier it is to see inside"

"i think that your body is something i understand.
i think that i'm happy, i think that i'm blessed."

"oh, how i miss substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how i miss walking up to the edge and jumping in
like i could feel the future on your skin"

"I could make you happy, you know, if you weren't already."

Currently Playing Wish By The Cure see related

It's Friday, I'm in love. Well not really. But I have been listening to The Cure, which is almost like being in love. I'm still at work, watching the cat lick itself and waiting for the stupid printer to quite being a jackass so I can go home. I'm eating german chocolate cake though so life is sweet. I've got a busy weekend planned so right now I'm reserving my energy, other than typing I don't think I've moved in the last hour. Well except to get forkfuls of cake. I'm babysitting tonight, which should be exciting. Planning to take the kiddies to the pool. They absolutely delight in sitting on my shoulders in the deep end holding my hands above the water while I tread desperately to keep us from drowning; kids are sadistic, but it's cheaper than joining a gym and if I'm gonna keep eating cake like this I need some exercise. Tomorrow I have to work, so that I can get Monday off. But as consolation I'm going to the mall tomorrow evening to spend the fruits of my labor on new clothes, and a haircut so I can stop wearing bandannas wherever I go. Then I'm going to eat ice cream and watch Buffy with Margaret Hill all night. I plan to scream and rant at Angel for leaving her, the bloody bastard. How dare he. He promised her forever, and then he just leaves. Men. They all deserve to be castrated. Even the cute ones. Especially the cute ones. Anyway, I'm leaving now so here are a few happy quotes curtesy of the Willster:

"What's his number again. Oh yeah, 1-800-IM-DATING-A-SKANKY-HOE"

"It wasn't me...I mean well...Buffy had three!"

Buffy: Something ripped out his insides and ate him?

Willow: Like an oreo cookie...without the cookie goodness.FY