I am expended. I have given my soul to you and, without question, you deserve it. I am rewarded by my investment and I know I get more out of it than you. Regardless, at the end of the day, I know its worth.
I am reminded that not so long ago I was so afraid of death that I taunted it, begged it to take me on. For a little while, I allowed its insidious grip to hold my soul. I was seduced by chance and by choice.
Temptation will always tug at my better judgment. I have been successful at averting my attention from ruinous behaviors toward the seemingly benign. Still, I question whether I have just shifted gears rather than changed lanes.
Perhaps I will again fall prey to deaths seductive whisper and allow myself to be captured by the romance of self destruction. It is wise to consider that I tempt fate. The alternative is blind supposition.
For now I am anchored to the rocky bottom. I will drift, but I will not be carried out to sea.
p.s. it takes hours to come down and the fall may lead to my imperfection.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 1601 – 1800 of 2127 Newer› Newest»Ovaltine is disgusting.
*ducks*
-A
Neither one of you is as nourishing as me either!
I fucking hate ovaltine!!!
I may have started out in paper packets but I have moved up through my own hard work and diligence!
I am a SELF MADE BEVERAGE! Unlike the rest of you...you... SCAMS.
You don't know what it's like to struggle! I've busted down more goddamn walls than you have had cold, refreshing drinks.
Remember, I'm not just cool. I AM KOOL AID.
I want you to rub me all over your body.
*tangles with Hi C*
I AM KOOL AID. HEAR ME, uhh... POUR.
*politely raises spout*
(HAND! The spout is the HAND. Perverts.)
K, AIM is a bitch. I am tired of it. I think I have crazy firewalls set up. This shit is getting stupid.
I'm sorry, Ovaltine, but I suspect I have you beat in the nourishment department.
Although there are rumors that I turn men gay. True story.
Animaaaa! *whines*
No, I understand. It's cool. AIM is a bitch. She is a hard mistress. I miss you, though, and hope you have had a great birthday.
hey, why not join us in the battle of the bevs? Or have you already?
getting stupid?
G-R-R-R-R-R-E-A-T!
hey, anima! happy birthday!
did you see the card i left for you on the mantel this morning? it plays "for she is a jolly good fellow"!
:D
Because I am a soy based product, some people look down upon me. But my time is coming. I am a young soul, I have hope!
I am the tastiest beverage ever created. Taste me, you will never regret it.
Hello Tony the Tiger, chocolate silk, Anima. Hello Irish Spring. Aren't we feeling a bit naughty tonight? ;)
*yawns widely, stretches arms over head, tries to stay awake*
Man, this shit is OLD.
BC, Amy, TJ, hope you guys can hold out. I've got some things I need to do, but I'll be back in a little while. Don't slip on any stray liquids...
J
I drink Chocolate Silk! No, seriously, I do. It's actually pretty good.
I am the Italian Coke and I am just about as nasty as they come. I challenge you sugar-addicted 'muricans to even get a drop of me on your tongue without wanting to spit me out.
I am totally hXc.
OP J, it's old, yet funny. It's making me feel much better ^__^
See ya in a bit!
Beverly, never heard of you
It doesn't matter what the outcome of your puny squabble is, because I am the Top Beverage.
You can buy me on the Great Wall of China.
Beat that, flavored powders and fizzy syrups.
BEAT THAT.
*wins the day*
I heard there was a beverage rumble going on in here. Am I too late to get in on it?
Well, way to commercialize the most monumental, uhh, wall, like, ever.
Yeah, because I am not commercial! I am a self made beverage. Pure! Straightforward! TIMELESS.
Oh, time's gonna tell on this one, Starbucks. Time's gonna tell.
Starbucks vente, Starbucks Frappuchino can kick your sorry ass any day. Hello hilarity and Jack. Jack, I don't think it's too late to join the beverage wars :)
*is not gone*
I am an invigorating and stimulating blend that has a perfect balance of the effervescent taste sensation of Coca-Cola and natural flavors, with real coffee. Accept no alernative beverages, they are of inferior quality and you will only be disappointed.
I think not, Kool-Aid Pitcher, I think not.
Pwnage is served.
*is hostile.
Hostiiiiile*
Any room for my good friends, Jim, Evans, and Johnny?
Coke blak, quit trying to show off. I bet you suck when it comes to taste. What's wrong hostility? Besides the usual hostility?
Just you wait, youngin'. Just you wait.
I think so Jack. Are you related to anyone with the last name of Daniels?
I am good on my own, mind you, but I don't mind mixing it up a little.
DRINK ORGY!!!
GERARD WAY IS MAKING ME ALL WET!!!!
seeing as everything is his fault he can STOP THE FUCKING RAIN!!!!!
seriously it has been pelting and it even knocked my connection!!
so please Gerard.....make it stop?....Have mercy....
Coke Blak, you have a big ego. I come from sasparilla trees and am therefore superior.
*looks across the great divide at Kool-Aid Pitcher*
*is smug*
*is also foamy*
Not a big ego, just a big taste, my friend.
All that will be left of the Kool Aid Pitcher once the other beverages have finished with it
What the hell?!
Oh, you're heard of me! Good!
Hello rum. Hey there Ergo. Is it raining over there again?! Gerard, you really should stop with the natural disasters. It's not healthy lol ;p
Anonymous, you did NOT.
I can SUE your ass for that.
SUE. For realz yo.
And me! Don't forget me!
Starbucks vente, just shut up. Jack, yes, I heard of you. What's wrong bartender? coke blak, honestly, do you think drinking a pop that tastes like coffee will actually taste good?
Are ruining the blog. We are all pretty bored by now. "Yawn"
Who could forget you Jose?
Oh shut up kapunua and her friends said. I am actually having a great time here :)
*keeps on keeping on*
Damn, anonymous, that's an anti-beverage hate crime right there.
You oughtta be ashamed. Have you ever been thirsty before?
*tsk tsk*
Don't forget me, either.
*tackles Starbucks Vente ON TOP OF THE GREAT WALL!*
Yeah anonymous. That was not cool yo.
I'll bet you can SEE THIS FROM SPACE, BITCHES.
Hose-b, you're not forgotten either. Don't worry.
Please be sure to wipe up any spillages...
Thank you for your co-operation.
Hello great well. Thank you for your output.
HI beverages!
tell me ... any chance of chardonnay or semillon dropping by?
Lol I meant to say great wall
How about a cheeky Merlot?
Oh God! My SPILL-PROOF CAP!!
I'm spilllllling....
Curse you, Kool-Aid!
This isn't the last you'll hear of me!!
*gurgle*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
ergoproxy said...
GERARD WAY IS MAKING ME ALL WET!!!!
*elena giggles *
Honestly? I have no idea who I'm playing around with here. Umm, most of us usual AIM bitches aren't on, and the ones who are, aren't playing.
Whoever you are, thank you for being funny.
Hello merlot. Ha ha starbucks vente!
Hi Elena
Did I...
Did...
Starbucks Vente?
...
.....
.......
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
*clutches frantically at rim*
I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO BE THIS WAY!
Why do we always hurt the ones we love?! Why?!
Banjo!
BANJOOOOOO!
:)
WTH? Who's stealing my lines?
NOOOOOOOO!
don't mind if I do!
thanks!
must be off again...cheers!
Sweet. ^_^
Incidentally, did you guys know that the popular internet macro "DO NOT WANT" came from a mistranslation in Star Wars III? Darth Vader's "NOOOO" was subtitled as "DO NOT WANT."
That's what I heard anyway.
Hello Darth Vader. Well, I stoled a couple of Star Wars lines earlier in the day. Does that count?
Anytime, Kapunua.
thanks elena ;)
Well just Kapunua anyway. This game is so old. It wasn't even funny the first hundred times.
Daddy!
Daddy!
Fake Kapunua: you fail at life.
11:50: Yeah? How about now? :)
Sorry, I can't stay. A bunch of bikers just pulled in at the Motel 6.
Come on Jim, Jose, Johnny, and Evans!
There there, little Starbucks Tall. I will take responsibility for my actions. I will raise you as my own. Now, I know I killed your Papa, little shaver, but don't let that get in the way of what could be a beautiful and lucrative alliance.
Take care Ergo
Oh, Darn! I blew my cover too!
Good evening guys and gals..
well, mostly all gals=]
Shut up fake Kapunua. Aww starbucks tall, everything will be okay
Oh. My. God.
*pulls Tall against her paper sleeve*
Who...could have...
*looks at Kool-Aid Pitcher*
YOU.
Why?
Why?????
For the love of frappaccino, why...
He was such a good...provider.
*sobs*
Good evening my teddy bear. How are you? *hugs* How was the eye appointment?
Hi Mya
I was Carly Simon too.
Hey K and Ergo and BC and TJ
and ??????
Hi, BC and everybody else!
I wish you would just go away Kapunua and stop this stupid game. It isn't too funny after all.
I can provide for you now, Grande. Don't run away from me now, you little minx. I'm your new boyfriend.
Hello again everyone!
I stumbled across this and felt the need to share here. Not sure why, but I did.
Be forewarned, it IS sad....
Permission - Rest In Peace: ADDICTION
So many have been lost.....
"Permission"
SIXX: A.M.
I apologize
That your memory serves you more than I can now
You'll have to make sense of my life somehow
Yeah, somehow
Well, I close my eyes
Remove each piece of armor one by one
Inhale this moment deep into my lungs
Make amends for all I've done
All of my devils are free at last
And all my secrets revealed
And your permission is all I
Need to heal
Well how long have I
Been sitting here, I must have drifted off
I cannot finish any of my thoughts
Forgive me for my wayward shot
All of my devils are free at last
And all my secrets revealed
And your permission is all I
Need to heal
I wake up in the morning, and it comes back to you
I breathe in I breathe out, it comes back to you
I stare up at the ceiling, and it comes back to you
I step out my front door, and it comes back to you
The end of my driveway, it comes back to you
Brakelights on the highway, it comes back to you
I could die in Los Angeles.
It would come back to you.
All of my devils, they are free at last, oh
And all my secrets are revealed, yeah
And your permission is all that I,
I need to feel
All of my devils, they are free at last, oh
And all my secrets are revealed, yes they are
And your permission is all that I need.
*credit to Julesjules68 for the video*
Love and Hugs to all,
6/Wendy
Hey BC! =]
I'm good. My appt. wasn't too bad. The eye that has the stye in it (that's what it is called apparently) is a little weaker than my other eye, and my Dr. just gave me drops for it. Apparently, if it isn't gone in 10 days, they'll have to surgically remove it? =]
How are you BC?!<*hug*
How's everyone tonight??
Has Miss T. come back yet? Or has anybody heard from her?
*takes a bow as the entire starbucks family*
Whoever You Are, shut up.
I actually thought the game was funny.
Hey Six!
Ahhhhh, I can't load the video! =[
Hey Mya
Sorry didn't see you there
I used to think you were smart but now I just think you're boring. I wish you would stop asking me to talk to you.
Well done, TJ, well done. Well played. ^_^
You know? It' spretty obvious you're not Calaf. Give it up.
Hi, Wendy! Hi, Elena!
Hello Mya, Elena, Paperheartxx!
I don't think I saw any of you earlier today *big hugs*
I'm too sad now to stick around....
I hope you ladies have a good night, though!
Sorry if I brought the house down
:(
Cheer one another up for me!!
;-)
I - I should be repelled, but I'm strangely....
attracted to you, big shiny red beverage guy.
You know, this game is so harmless; I have no idea why it pisses people off.
But I'm glad it does.
Power to the beverages.
Hey there Wendy. Is something wrong?
*sinister*
That's right, my little dear. Come closer. You and your fine caffeinated son (or daughter) will be safe now.
Bye Six! *hug*!
Hey K and Mya and Elena!<3
Bye Wendy
Hey Paper. Big Hug
thanks, kapunua -- i particularly liked your "see this from space" line. that made me guffaw!
*thumbs up*
I'm glad, TJ. ^_^
Incidentally, Kool Aid Pitcher was female this time. And in my world, Starbucks Grande was male.
Just to keep it interesting. ^_^
Wendy, is there anything we can do to help?
Hey there my little grasshopper. How are you? *hugs*
I - I don't know...
I mean, I've only been a widow for about 20 minutes...
I haven't even recycled my husband!
*breaks down into helpless tears*
I'm so confused!
lol.. Thanks Elena.
I'm off to put some eye-drops in then go to bed. It's about -47 C with the windchill ( I hear it's colder in Edmonton today? ) and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow! =]
Everyone, have a greeeeeeeeeeeeeat evening!!
RAWR!!!!!<3
*hug*
Mayonaise, I really hope that you aren't in this freezing weather that I am in. I'd hate to see your creamy goodness freeze. (not intended to be as nasty as it sounds=]) lol. I can't think of anything to say, although I know I want to say something. How about.. eat a sausage McMuffin?
Anyways, have a great night Mayonaise.
SS, keep strong. Remember, keep the faith going buddy. =]
<3
*walks away*
*runs back to hug everyone*
:D
*finally skips on her merry way to the stars*
I think I have Kool Aid...
in my pants.
Grande, now it's time to just put everything into my capable hands. Vente was a fine, fine beverage but it is time to let it go and move on. You have an empire.
Let me help you with that.
Goodnight and sweet dreams paperheart.
You know, the first couple of times, this game was slightly funny, but now it's just annoying and wastes space on Mayo's blog. Not to mention my scrolling finger is tired.
OMG don't listen to Darth Vader! I have NEVER!
BC, lol. you already asked me... nice to see that I am loved and remembered. =[
Pantera said...
Good evening my teddy bear. How are you? *hugs* How was the eye appointment?
Hi Mya
January 29, 2008 11:55 PM
paperheartxx said...
Hey BC! =]
I'm good. My appt. wasn't too bad. The eye that has the stye in it (that's what it is called apparently) is a little weaker than my other eye, and my Dr. just gave me drops for it. Apparently, if it isn't gone in 10 days, they'll have to surgically remove it? =]
How are you BC?!<*hug*
How's everyone tonight??
January 29, 2008 11:59 PM
BYE GUYS!<3
Bye Bye Paper
Lord the girl gives me hope in the youth of today!
I *could* tell you what to do with your scrolling finger because it would be hilariopus, but I am too nice for that. Oh well. It was gonna be pretty cute, too.
If it's annoying anonymous, no one is forcing you to be here. That's something many of you anons tend to forget. You are free to leave. Other than that, I think the game is absolutely funny.
Incidentally, Kool Aid Pitcher was female this time. And in my world, Starbucks Grande was male.
well, that made my head spin a bit...and i think i enjoyed it! ;D
hello again hi mya how are you
TJ I had a feeling starbucks could be you!
it was the "drip drip " bit specifically.
Hi PH *hug*
glad the exam went ok
people say you rub a stye with a gold wedding ring, or any gold ring seeing as you aren't married, or borrow one.
you never know, can't hurt!
Hope the drops work though, eye surgery sounds a bit scary.
Wendy are you ok? what's happened?
I'm sorry paperheart. I didn't see your greeting. My comments were taking a while to load. Oops. Sweet dreams! ;p
I know, TJ, that was a total mindscrew, right? Ooooh, switch it up!
G'Night, PH!
Actually, G'night everybody!
Time for me to put Jack back up in the cabinet and go to bed!
PH, did you get my comment from earlier? Eye surgery is over really quickly and you don't feel a thing. It's come a long way. So no worries, yeah? Plus, you probably won't even need it. I'm sure the drops will work. :)
lol. Thanks Ergo. =] I don't see how a gold wedding ring could work, but I hope the drops do! I had surgery on my eye when I was younger ( don't ask why, I can't remember ), and this is the same eye I had surgery on, which is why my mom was worried. Buuut, it's all good. I'm not too worried about it anymore.
*hug* to you sweets.
Elena, I'm glad to have sparked your faith in today's youth=]
Goodnight Mya. Sweet dreams
BC and MYA: I'm fine!
*extra big hugs for you two for asking though*
The video just brought me down a bit. I'm good though :)
Paperheartxx: I hope the meds work on your eye, love!!
Okay, I'm going listen to some gloomy, doomy music now (ya know, VENUS DOOM). That'll cheer me up in no time!!!
I'll see you all later!
Love & hugs (again) to all,
6/Wendy
PH, did you get my comment from earlier? Eye surgery is over really quickly and you don't feel a thing. It's come a long way. So no worries, yeah? Plus, you probably won't even need it. I'm sure the drops will work. :)
Nope, I didn't get the comment from earlier. Anyways thanks! =] The doctor looked at me like I was nuts, because like Smokie told me to do, I said "Rawr". =]
lol. I'm really off now:)
<3
P.S. BC, that's alright. =] I understand.=]
Your welcome Wendy. Take care! Goodnight grasshopper *hugs*
TJ I had a feeling starbucks could be you!
it was the "drip drip " bit specifically.
ergo, this worries me for some reason...:)
I know, TJ, that was a total mindscrew, right?
totally -- nothing like altering the fabric of reality to give a person a buzz!
Darn! And *extra big hugs to Ergo and anyone else who will ask*
Don't worry Ergo. I'm still obsessed with YOU!!!!!
:D
Really off to be VENUS DOOMed now....
*smooches*
Wendy, you can go listen to something I posted on my blog (not myspace). You might like it...
See you guys later...like tomorrow.
Thanks for the game, TJ and whoever else played along. ^_^ Was fun, and we'll be back on another night! Making people laugh, and pissing off all the right people. Yeah, that's how we roll. :D
Off to bed now! Goodnight, guys! And thanks again.
Mayo, I hope you have a lovely night. Get some rest and take care of your crazy little self. Be cheerful, okay?
S(S)S, I hope you're doing well and you have something to smile about at least, oh, let's say thirteen times in the first hour of tomorrow. (Just 'cause I like that number.) Take care!
Goodnight K
six...*blows kisses*
and good night mya, too!
i totally missed out on saying hi and bye to people while i was in that starbucks costume. that's weird.
good night kapunua -- definitely was fun!
so here's my musical non sequitur for the night:
one of my favorite bits from tbp (just one of thousands, but you gotta start somewhere)is mikey's bassline from behind the "la la la's" during "dead!"
i can't explain it -- i don't have the musical vocabulary -- but it's what i hear everytime, and it always makes me happy.
yes. happy.
:)
One more thing before I go.
Beautiful message from a great band.
The new video for A Beautiful Lie. ^_^
Pretentious? HELLS yes. But they're doing something and there is a lot to be said for that.
Not all rock stars have forgotten their voice or turned their backs on what they believe in. So here is some cheer! Watch it before it gets taken down! The end gives you chills, not in a good way.
Superficial comments:
LOVE the use of slow motion and "bullet-time."
Even more superficial?
Oh, Shannon. Oh, back muscles!
Disappointment: I miss Matt. But at least put Tim in there, bitches! You are not a trio!
lol TJ the drip drip I meant the way you spaced it on the page, not that you are :)
oh I Wendy am so glad you are still obsessed with me:)
Hey kids, I made it back, finally. Cat maintenance, sheesh. Sweet little buggers, but messy...;)
Elena, don't know if you're still here, but L asked me to say she returned your email earlier. :) Glad to hear your daughters are ok. Seems like their school gets more than its fair share of bomb threats, or is that par for the course in high schools nowadays? Some people are just whacko.
Wendy, are you alright? I saw that you were upset a little earlier. Let me know, ok? *hugs and kisses*
Mya, hello! and goodbye!
Hey BC, TJ, Ergo if you're all still here!
PH, glad to hear your eye appt wasn't as traumatic as it might have been. *more hugs*
Actually, I'm going to write some "goodnights" and head for bed, too.
Take it easy, all, and we'll talk to you tomorrow. Good, restful sleep for all of you and quiet dreams.
love, hope, and faith
J
goodnight J
TJ I just went and listened to "Dead" and though I'd never especially noticed it before, it is a big part of the sound.
I just love the song, it makes me feel happy and Ray's guitar is fabulous.
I love the way it flows between those first 2 tracks.
good to see you, j. and good night too! :)
oh, okay, ergo, as long as it was the "spacing" you recognized. that still doesn't sound very flattering though. *heh*
here's the cool thing about the bass parts in tbp -- once you start listening to them, you realize how much they ground all the songs, and give them a solidity, and at the same time, it's usually the bass that's propelling the song forward, too.
it's like it's the song's heartbeat.
listening to this cd as i have -- almost every day and usually in headphones -- i've learned to appreciate instruments i hadn't thought about much before.
cool, huh?
Evening Mr. Naise--
Hope all is well in your Tower this rainy, blustery night. (I always think of Snoopy and his "It was a dark and stormy night" at times like these.)
I wonder about the state of the human heart sometimes, Mayo. This is something I think about more and more often as I grow older. I don't really want to get into specifics; I've become rather weary of justifying and explaining and whatever. Rarely gets heard, anyway.
Rage and jealousy and bitterness overwhelm so many people that you'd believe it would cause them to explode. Doubt and uncertainty and sorrow make the strongest of us drop our heads and think, "What's the use?"
It's so hard to be optimistic in a world that threatens to eat your soul every chance it gets. I try, every day, to remain open to positive influences, thoughts, words, people. Mostly I do a good job of it.
Some days, though, I give in to the darkness. Some days I have to let myself sink into it. Some days it feels comfortable, like the softest blanket that wraps around you.
That same blanket can smother you if you let it.
Wow, I did just go off on a ramble. Sorry, honey, I didn't realize where that was going. Anyway, you get the idea. Anybody who suffers from depression knows what I mean.
For now, I will say goodnight. Mayo, take some time to watch the storm. It carries such tremendous beauty, such powerful force. It's kind of like love.
Take care, my brother. Love to you this night, and every night.
peace
J
Goodnight OP J. Sweet dreams.
The Mayo Gothic continues
The Direful Secret of Castle Mayo
by
Elena and Toujours
chapter 6
The whispers grew louder. Soon the castle walls seemed to vibrate with the sound.
though brave to the last, the sound always unnerved the women of castle mayo. they had fought these foes fearlessly, but no matter how many they vanquished, the nameless ones always returned.
the women began to draw together, half from apprehension, and half from defensiveness. their eyes darted everywhere, seeking out some hint as to the direction of the impending attack.
suddenly, the front door burst open, startling everyone. gasps and small shrieks were uttered, as well as loud oaths of a scatological nature. but the fear that spiked sharply through them just as suddenly eased when cupcake bounded in, a great smile on her sweet face.
"darlings!" she came to a stop in the center of the room, her full skirts settling around her. her smile faded somewhat as she took in the sight of all her sisters huddled against one of the walls.
"whatever is wrong...?"
no answer was required, for the murmurs of the nameless ones became louder, and cupcake scowled fiercely.
"whist!" she shouted. her sisters all seemed to wake up at her command.
"whist?"
"oh god, yes! whist!"
"quick, whist!"
arabella, sdock, and mya scrambled to one of the closets and began pulling out small folding tables. dia gratia and shame in me rushed to their aid. in next to no time, the tables were set up all throughout the hall. siobhan had run into the den as soon as cupcake had cried out, and re-emerged carrying a skirtful of small boxes.
in mere moments, the lovelies of mayo's castle were all arranged four to a table, quietly and decorously dealing out cards. the gentle slap of pasteboard hitting the playing tables was the only sound to compete with the sursuration of the nameless ones.
and compete it did. the angry murmur coming from the walls faltered, and began to fade. after long moments of nothing but the ruffle of decks being shuffled and the satisfying snap of cards being played, the nameless ones began to retreat.
soon, they were gone utterly, chased away by the utter lack of drama
have you heard this song TJ?
Artist: Josh Abrahams
Song: Addicted To Bass
Lyrics :
I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's nothing I can do to reverse the gain
I'm looking down to the street below
There's nothing in the way they move to show
They too, know what I knew
They too hunger for the beast below
Listening to the radio I feel so out of place
There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase
I know you can tell just by looking at my face
A word about my weakness
I'm totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
(Wow woah ho)
There's nothing I can do to be cool
I don't sleep till I've had my fuel
It frustrates if I am deprived
A hunger that grates from deep inside
I feel like I'm doing time
Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime
In my mind I must overcome the need to define
The solitary silence of a faceless crime
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face
They're picking up my problem
Totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Your bassline is shooting up my spine
Wow woah ho
Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It's filling up my mind
Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street
People I see everywhere are tapping their feet
Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong
Everybody's groovin' to their own song
Down at the scene below
There's something in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
Rhythm's running over me to wash away my fears
The backbeat of humanity sweetens my tears
There's something that's connected us down throughout the years
No need to feel so lonely, everyone's addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Everyone's addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Your bassline is shooting up my spine
Your bassline
Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It's filling up my mind
Your bassline is shooting up my spine
Your bassline
Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It's filling up my mind...
I love it!
Bass or drums just give a song so much character.
I used to say that a band had to have a real drummer, drum machines just don't cut it.
oh TJ !
that's great!!
I love that image, all of us playing cards, and the entrance is so cupcake!
lol that's great ergo! i hadn't heard that song, but the lyrics were making me smile for sure!
i love the way the instruments all fit together, too. it's such an amazing thing, music. i'm a little in awe of musicians actually. i couldn't pick up any of the instruments i tried, i was stuck with just my voice.
it's a world i can only admire, and listen to.
(i think i just went poetic. oh noooooooooes!)
Hello Mayo
Gonna share a story with you. It’s a story that just points out how life is so unpredictable and how death can sneak up on someone in a blink of an eye.
My youngest daughter works at a sandwich shop. One of her co-workers and close friend was driving home Saturday night after work. A drunk driver hit his car going 97 mph. My daughter’s friend was pronounced brain dead. He was just 18 years old. They took him off life support today.
None of my daughters have dealt with the death of someone their ages before. His death has hit my daughter hard. She said, “Mom, he never got to say goodbye to anyone, he never got to tell them he loved them. He was just gone.”
Yeah, I know stories like this happen everyday. Still it makes you pause and look at your own life. If tomorrow death came for me would I feel ready? Would I have told people I loved them?
Sure, it’s been said so many times but really, Live your life to its fullest. Don’t forget each new day could be your last. Make sure you tell people you love them.
Love you Mayo for your kind heart and for giving us this place
Love my blog family for taking me in when I felt so alone.
Love you SS for giving me so much inspiration to be the best person I can be.
Elena
oh elena. what a horrible thing to happen.
Oh elena give your daughter a big hug from me.
it's awful to be confronted with the fragility of life like that,
such a young age and because of the stupid decision of another.
Hopefully she'll see it as a reminder of how easily things can change in a heartbeat.
I feel really sad for her, it's just hard for kids to deal with sometimes and such a shame they have to.
I hope she sees how important it is to tell people things like that every day.
And I know you will have the words to help her, you have a great heart and a way of saying things so well.
Better than I can.
And so much sympathy to his family and other friends also.
i was thinking about that a little while ago -- how easily something can happen to end your life -- and i realized that i something happened to me, no one here would know.
it was the scariest thing, to think that you would all just assume i had broken my promises and given up, and never know the truth.
i actually asked my friend, who lurks here occasionally (she never had enough time on the computer to hang out like we do), that if something did happen to me, to come here and tell everybody, and say good bye for me.
because you just never know.
i'm glad you're there to help your daughters through this, elena. it's such a huge thing to have to process.
SS, my darlin',
It's 1.30 am here; there's been a rainstorm come through, all wind and water and furious beauty. The weather reflects my mood, somewhat. Tangles of emotions like branches, flurry of thoughts like leaves, all thrown together by the wind that circles my brain like a tempest.
There's nothing really that can be said to explain it. I feel apprehensive about something but for the life of me I have no idea what. It's not even apprehension, it's just a wiggly little feeling in the center of my chest. It's whispering wordless sounds to me, little worries that could turn into doubts into fears if I listen.
I don't know why I'm telling you this. I'm not your responsibility. You're not my caretaker. I don't presume anything at all. I guess I just felt like talking about it.
Lotta shit goes down on this blog. Lot of good things, but lots of bad, too. You and Mayo, you don't see it as much as we do. That's good, nobody should have to see it. These vultures make me tired; they seem to have decided that they want to "save" some of us from ourselves. Well, you know, you got it too. All I can say is, if that was saving, motherfuckers, let me drown.
I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to bring you down. I shouldn't bother you with my *bleah* days.
Guess I'll go now. Try to have a good rest of the day/night/whatever you're having right now. Like we like to say around here, if you can't be good, at least be good at it. ;)
Thinking of you and wishing you well--
I love you, precious.
J
gee TJ that's true for most of us!
I never thought of that.
*sobering moment*
I thought that about a few we don't hear from like silence and emily
I suppose we can't really find out about people, if they are ok.
gee....
i know, ergo. it is a sobering thought.
i think about that stuff sometimes, now that i'm on my own. i need to do a will too, but i guess finding a job and stuff like that are priorities.
The Mayo Gothic continues
The Direful Secret of Castle Mayo
by
Elena and Toujours
chapter 7
-soon, they were gone utterly, chased away by the utter lack of drama.-
Of course drama was a way of life in the Castle Mayo.
Outside the storm had reached a fevered pitch. The windows rattled, as the thunder seemed to shake the very foundation of the castle.
“The storm is worsening.” Kapunua stated. “Perhaps we should light more candles to ward off the darkness.”
“Darkness fills my soul this evening.” Lord Mayo’s voice filled the room.
Many stood so quickly tables were overturned. All eyes turned towards the balcony trying in vain to catch a glimpse of their elusive host.
“Tell us, Lord Mayo. Tell us why the darkness fills your soul?” FASC cried out.
“Yes, please tell us.” Young Paperheart asked. “So that we may help you.”
Outside lightening flashed illuminating the heavens. The women waited, straining to hear more of Lord Mayo’s words.
“The storm outside can not match the storm brewing from within.” The sadness of his tone was not missed by the women.
“Can we not ward off the storm within?” Sister Midnight questioned bravely.
The women began to fret. Fear that the castle would somehow be destroyed filled their hearts.
“Unstoppable” taunted one of the Nameless Ones.
“The storm will destroy all here.” Another taunted.
“Curse these Nameless Ones.” Mustard shouted so that she could be heard over their voices now growing numbers.
“Lord Mayo, are you still with us?” Kapunua asked loudly, “Do not leave us without a proper goodbye.”
“Yes, Lord Mayo she speaks what is in my heart.” Wendy agreed hurriedly. “Please, at least tell us before you take your leave if you are well.”
“I am still here. I am well.” His voice was weakening.
Sighs of relief filled the room. Then once again so many questions were called out. Arabella sat quietly listening to her sisters. While they still held on to hope that the Lord was still present she knew otherwise. The emptiness in her heart revealed to her that he was once more gone from them.
*high fives elena*
how awesome are you? :D
guess it's my turn again, huh?
hmmmmm....
Thanks TJ. The whist was a brillant touch. This is so much fun.
I want to thank all or you for your comments about my daughters friend. He was such a sweet young man. My heart is breaking for his mother.
Elena brilliant!!
and
yes it's the ones left behind you feel for,no parent ever should have to lose a child like that. And I hope the man who drove drunk is suitably charged and that it will prevent him ever driving drunk again.
That's what I hope the young friends of my friend's cousin will think after his death, that they will think twice before drinking, or if they do they won't risk their lives like he did.
It's a terrible terrible thing.
and TJ I am still praying for you to find a new career!
Any ideas or opportunities yet?
this is fun, elena! i'm working on the next chapter right now.
your heart just goes out to people when they've experienced such a sudden loss like that. and it sounds like he's left such a hole behind in everyone's life.
i'm so sorry that happened.
Thanks for the story comment Ergo.
The drunk driver fled the scene but was caught by the police. He was not hurt. I know it is very wrong of me but I wish he had been hurt. I wish he was in physical pain. I wish he could feel the overwhelming pain he has caused. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I would be lying to say otherwise.
i put in an app today, ergo, at a hotel up in seattle, and made a list of further prospects for tomorrow, so i think that's a good start. mainly, i just want a full-time job so i can make enough to get me out this hole i'm in -- i'll worry about the dream job when i don't have to worry about the rent! :)
gonna go finish up the chapter!
Night guys
Night Lord Mayo uhm I mean Mayo!
Catch you all tomorrow.
TJ during the day tomorrow I won't be able to get into the castle.
If you post tonight I won't be able to write my chapter until tomorrow night unless Mayo posts. Then I can usually pull up comments until around 300.
oh TJ I will cross everything for you
elena I know exactly how you feel, you're only human and it seems so unfair.
Mayo
I hope you had a good day.
I feel a little stressed. tax time and all and I am naturally pessimistic.
But I can't complain I have so much when others have little, or , as Elena said, lose something so important.
I am always grateful for what I have and I hope you will be to.
A short message tonight, I don't have much to say, but I always try and see reason behind things, happenings, people's actions, I can never understand what causes people to make the decisions they do. For good or bad consequences.
Just try and be sure your decisions are for the best of those you love and those who love you.
As we all should
wishing love, happiness, comfort and serenity
to you and yours
much love
EP xx
and SS
hope you're still honking, whenever I see geese now, I think of you!
much love
to you and yours
EP xx
ok, here comes my chapter -- but fair warning, i got kind of carried away, and it's a bit...
huge.
eep.
The Mayo Gothic continues
The Direful Secret of Castle Mayo
by
Elena and Toujours
chapter 8
the others quickly came to the same conclusion arabella had, and a silence gently fell across the great hall. the lovelies looked at one another, and their eyes all held the same silent lament: he never stayed long enough. something always drew him away.
siobhan was the first to speak.
"who wants to finish playing whist?"
but no one was interested in the card game now that it's purpose had been served. several of the women moved slowly to begin putting away the accoutrements of their defense, while others began to discuss what little information lord mayo had imparted.
arabella kneeled on the floor, the linen folds of her gown billowing around her figure like falling petals, and began to gather up the cards scattered at the lord's arrival. her thoughts were troubled. her mind was filled with the memory of his figure as he stood at his window, watching the gathering storm clouds, and now she knew what he saw reflected something he carried within.
but was it worry for himself, or worry for the insular world he had created for his lovelies that darkened his soul?
arabella spoke her fears aloud, and discovered they were shared by all. but they were at a loss as what to do to solve the dilemma.
and in truth, much rested on the outcome of this question -- for wasn't one of their purposes here to reflect mayo's ruminations and thus aid him in his quest for wholeness? but if his message concerned the very foundations of their world, then the women gathered here must learn what it portended, and quickly, in order to preserve this home they all treasured so much.
miss tottenham slid the last card table away, and closed the closet door with a determined push. she turned to face the group.
"we should take our questions to him. no more of this waiting around. we know the way to his room now, " and she nodded at arabella, "so we should just go up there."
no one spoke. many were the lips that parted with no words to utter.
miss tottenham shifted her weight, and folded her hands across her chest. "well. why not?"
"but, we can't!" arabella burst out with her objection, "he asked to be left alone!"
several voices rose to agree with her, and several more voiced their agreement with miss tottenham's idea.
"things have changed," dei gratia said, moving to stand at miss t's side. "now it's possible we're at danger. that attack of the faceless was larger than ever before, and since when have we ever had storms here?"
"it's true, this calls for drastic action," shame in me called out.
"but, he's the lord of the blog," carrie spoke, "we can't just go up to his room when he specifically said to stay away."
the murmurs among the women grew, and the opinions began to be expressed on all sides. sisters all, they listened to each other, and though the debate grew heated and vociferous, and lasted long into the night, still their bonds were true, and an agreement was finally reached.
they would beard the lion in his den. they would take a message to lord mayo himself.
sdock was selected to write the missive, and the women waited patiently while she sat at the escritoire and composed her thoughts. soon she was filling a sheet of creamy foolscap with her handwriting, as elegant as her words themselves.
then there was nothing left to do. arabella ignored the trepidation that sent her heart hammering in her chest, and led the lovelies down to the cellars, into that dark vaulted space. she lead them through the thick pillars that supported the floors above, and back to the damp and shadowy corner where she had discovered the passageway.
but there was nothing there.
the stone wall was unbroken by any archway, and the stones themselves were fitted together as tightly as any of the others.
arabella turned in surprise. she knew this was the proper corner!
"it's not here!" she whispered.
someone gasped, but not at arabella's declaration. all the women looked in the direction paperheartxx pointed.
in the gloom, standing near a distant pillar, was the ghost.
ooh i came back to see if you'd posted!
fabulous!!
morning all!
morning mayo!
morning SS!
i won't even mention the interview i think it has been discussed in full!!
the mass debate thing had me giggling RW!!
elena so sorry to hear about your daughter's friend. so very sad.
toujours and elena the gothic is just too damn good!! i am loving it!
ok well catch you all later.
kass i'm hoping to make it back to my computer in time??!!
hello to PP and wendy who will no doubt be appearing soon??
mayo,
over 1700 comments, and i'm still here. it's taking a bit to get used to! (not that i'm complaining, mind you.)
i swear, though -- over half those must be mine, the way i've been spamming up this entry with my foolishness. i'm just a puppy that's been allowed back inside. i'll calm down eventually, curl up at your feet and go to sleep.
hmmm. this blog really is transformative! i always used to think of myself as the cat who walks alone, and now i'm a puppy. i don't know if this is a good thing. :/
what do you think you're changing into, mayo? something better, i hope. here's my tip for the day: always head up the evolutionary scale.
i wanted to ask you about this gothic elena and i are writing -- it's starting to take on a life of it's own. if it's getting too cumbersome, we could just post links to my ecto blog, if you'd prefer.
oh, and please keep in mind that in no way should you feel awkward about the character named "dark lord mayo". it's not you. no. it's...the elseworld's mayo. rest easy, o byronic blog author, it's all just a coincidence.
i assure you.
have a good day, and sleep well, m'lord. ;)
Hello All, I just have a moment to stop by so, I don't have enough time to catch up again tonight! But I wanted to drop a few notes off real quick:
Far- you had a dream about you, Bikey and I sharing a flat together and there was nothing torrid happening?? May I just say -well, bummer! You know I mad for ya -I wouldn't have minded!! And although I've only 'read' Bikey, he does have some of those bits we lack! Keeps life interesting yea?? You better try harder next time!
Happy Birthday to (and I'm sorry if I missed anyone!) Soul Connector, Anima, Martha, Wreck -uhh, weren't there a few others!? I am sorry if I missed you -but Happy Birthday anyway! I hope you all enjoyed you're day- or will be shortly!!
Paperhearts -you are a beautiful person! I will never believe otherwise! Good luck with your Geo test -I think that is tomorrow?? I'm sure you'll kick ass! xoxox
Pickled Possum -thanks for the concern the other night, I was just cranky! But I promise to take you up on your offer to chat sometime! Thanks so much!
Kaupunua -you are awesome! I just love the story! And I know you only put me in it cuz you fear my wicked hamster!! ;P Can't wait for the next installment!!
Anon616- May I just say, you made me happy as a clam (really what does that mean?) just to be 'listed' next to FASC on the rooms list for Kapu's story! -How easy am I? :D I'll take any room close to her! -Or as I prefer, just her closet! I promise not to set anything on fire with my glue gun!
Elena -I am glad to read your girls are alright. That is just too close. I am glad it was a false alarm though. And I guess the only comfort you can take would be that now the school should know where their inadequacies lie -and can work on them.
I also heard that you and Toujours are also writting a story? Very exciting! I love all the inspiration running around this place! I shall pop over and read your stuff as soon as I get a chance!
I think someone got a new job?? Congrats on that! I'll have to come back another time and catch up!
-It was very nice to read Cupcake again! She's a sweety!
Ss -you are so cute. I don't have any geese, but I do have some chickens (in the middle of suburbia). They say 'bwah' not 'cluck' -in case you were wondering. And they die very ugly UGLY deaths -so I would reccomend that you stick with the geese! -However those (lovingly loyal) birds do bite like evil bitches! So watch yaself! No petting.
And Mayo -you scare the shit out of me. Frequently. But I do so greatly appreciate your coming by so late to let everyone know you were alright and to explain your post a bit. I understand that was a bit of a first. It was not unappreciated. Your ending sentence was a bit unnerving, but then you wouldn't be Mayo if you finished on a 'happy' note would you?
Alright family, I have few blogs to stop at and I'm off to bed! Early this time -hopefully before three am! I hope you are all well! Nighty night! loves -l
Geez! Sorry that was sooo long! Nite!
Kapunua said...
Bikey said...
Ahh, the exuberance of youth! We all think we can change the world. Funny how that illusion wears thin after 30!
Really now? That's funny. I'm 35 and I still believe in it.
Meh, still not going to kiss the ass of some arrogant, sexist rock star. Never have, never will.
January 29, 2008 10:13 PM
Sorry, just a quick reply as I try to wake up.
Jules, I honestly wish I could believe it like I did when I was young. I'm so glad you still do.
I certainly wouldn't expect you to kiss anyone's ass. Can we at least agree that we both once saw a good man? I may be somewhat jaded, but even I don't think that can change practically overnight. I'm sure it's just a temporary thing.
Morning Mayo!
I hope I find you well on this surprisingly sunny, yet brisk Wednesday morning.
Woo-hoo - 1 day 'til 30STM!! Is it wrong that I really couldn't give a tinker's toss about the music and am only going because JL was, like, totally a hottie in My So-called Life? To be completely honest I find the songs themselves a bit "blah"...
Shallow, moi?!
Go Hillary in Florida!! (even though it doesn't count) It takes a Clinton to clean up after a Bush...
Love,
Kass xx
We should not be too concerned with our fame or what people say about us, good or bad, because in reality fame could not make any serious difference to one's life.
Therefore, we should have our priorities right, and seek what is truly of value, what is truly of meaning to our lives, not just mere fame, which is, after all, empty sounds.
Love dalai?
"because in reality fame could not make any serious difference to one's life"
Hmmm... but Mr Lama, how does that explain how every good, honest kid who said that fame would never change them, then immediately turned into a media-whoring, obnoxious, money-hungry husk of their original self?!
I read TJs comments and she is right - the changes we see in G-Way are only natural because he is only human. It's also "only human" for us to see those changes and say, "WTF?! You could have been so much more."
I do like the guy, really I do - but I also understand that disappointment is an uncontrollable emotion.
Kass xx
DL,
You're going to make me light my incense sticks at a completely inappropriate hour if you keep talking like this.
Family, love, relationships, giving, and laughter are of much more value to ones life, than the insular self importance and hollowness that fame delivers.
On an aside, hear, hear for the people that although they have fame, they avoid the trappings of it and continue to walk a normal giving life.
In doing so they become in harmony with the masses and are not threatened. They have the respect and protection of the people amongst whom they walk and live.
*should have just answered Love like Lewis*
Hi Lewis, kass, Bikey, DL, Mayo,SS
*burns extra incense stick for abbreviating Dalai Lama's name*
*does NOT get the whole Jared Leto thing around here. Scratches head at how this apparently significant gene escaped the PP pool*
*eww! sounds like chlorine is needed*
sdock10 said...
"Please slip this note under Mayo's door:
Mayo,
Hi, how are you today? Feeling pretty damn good about things? I hope that you are. Me? No surprises, I am still sicky. Ask me why I am up right now and not in bed. Well, my daddy used to make a big fuss if we ever skipped school. He had this way of making you feel like a lazy, worthless, piece of crap just for taking a day off and I guess he must have done a fine job of that because here I am dragging myself to work. Thanks, daddy!
It's funny that getting up and sticking to a routine can make you feel better. Getting up, checking my mail, reading the blogs, chatting with my friends, and writing my note to you perks me up a bit and I feel that I might be able to get through this day without bowing out early.
Of course, I could just have a really high fever and be completely delirious. Is that why I am sweating?
Okay, I must go finish readying myself for work. We'll talk more later.
Mayo, my wish for you today is that you stay in that strong place where you have found yourself. Don't let anyone push you out of it and don't be afraid of doing what you have to do to stay there.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Firmly and securely."
JL is/was a certifiable hottie PP!!
Apparently he had sex with Paris Hilton in a nightclub the other week, screened by bodyguards, so whatever she had, he's now got.
Them Herpes viruses don't stand on no ceremony, even for the latex prophylactic!
Ewww!!
I'm still going to secually assault him on stage tomorrow night...
Kass xx
*shakes head*
I just don't see it Kass.
Sexiness to me is a combination of behaviour, confidence and demeanour... how a person carries themselves and their life.
The over guylinered eyes and mismatched dyed head and facial hair, just don't rock my boat.
(cuffs and colours, rock dudes - if it doesn't match, shave it)
*ducks glares of Blogbelieve for heresy*
Apparently he had sex with Paris Hilton in a nightclub the other week, screened by bodyguards, so whatever she had, he's now got.
Them Herpes viruses don't stand on no ceremony, even for the latex prophylactic!
*recalls Kass's clay figure monster with herpes virus spots*
Am I going to have come over there and hold you down, girl?
Okey dokey.
I swear I circumnavigated the whole of the North Island in the time that comment took to load.
Mayo,
*pleading look from afar*
If you are that good and aware, please jump out of the water at some stage and repost, pretty, pretty please?
SS,
*leaves for SS new waders, spare anorak, binoculars, bird identification guide and a goose caller*
*dangerously feeding SS's obsession*
Night all.
I get you PP, it's really My So-Called Life Jared that I fell in love with as a teenager, not so much his present incarnation.
Similarly, if I can't see "Charlie from Busted" play with Busted, I'll have to go see CfB play with Fightstar instead.
And I've just managed to scab tickets for Paramore next week. Fancy that - a woman in a band who keeps her clothes on and isn't screwing her way up the ladder!! I won't believe she's real until I see her in the flesh...
Kass xx
Eek.
Sorry, forgot something for the LOST fans out there.
There are some pre-season story trailers over on YouTube.
They're gradually tying into the parachutist Naomi storyline.
Go for the four chapter summaries compiled, without the games, by Staszewski1234.
If the linky thing doesn't work, just type in find 815 in the YouTube search engine.
Interesting developments.
Night. Again. Sorry.
We're going to have to rename you KoncertKass.
Aahh, teenage crush stuff. That must be where everyone is coming from.
I saw an anon, earlier, very excited about seeing Duran Duran again.
*scans own brain for such a recollection of teenage fan-ness...*
*pauses for early morning dance interlude*
*...and fails*
I think I liked too many different styles of music and bands to get all hot and heavy about anyone in particular.
Cool, that actually felt like a tiddler of a minor earth tremor. We get them sometimes.
Must.Go.This.Time.
*drags self away from screen*
Hey PP! Hey Kass!
Morning BlogBelieve!
PP,
I don't know if SS laughs as much as I do when he reads your comments to him but you make me roll every morning. I have a feeling he probably does. ^_^
Mayo,
Wassup dude? You gonna come and talk to us today? Don't make the princess come hunt your elusive ass and drag you downstairs. And don't dare me. I will do it. >_<
Hope you are doing okay. Really.
Hugs and kisses, Mayo-naze. ^_~
Mr. Riddler,
Where you be? I got stuck outside last night all by myself. I decided to go hunt for you but BlogBelieve at night by yourself is pretty damn spooky.
*Princess admits to being somewhat of a scaredy cat. O_O
Thank God you didn't come out honking and scare me or I'm afraid you'd have a black eye this morning. It's just a reflex, I get spooked and I start swinging.
Well, I hope you are doing well and you get to come see us pretty soon. You know how we miss you!
Oh and by the way.....
HONK!!!!
XOXO,
S&V20
Good morning guys!
Very important exam today! =] Annnd my eye is much better after one day of those stinking eye drops! =]
How is everyone?
(PH has 8 minutes before she leaves:)
hi PH!! glad the eye is improving thats great news!
hi S&V, kass!
bye PP!
good luck in the exam PH!!
Hey FASC! I'm soo happy too! It was like watering all night, and according to my dad, it was just like pus and stuff coming out (mixed with tears apparently) lol.
*sigh*
Now I really have to go =[
Have a great day Far<33
*hug*
Bye PH!
Can we at least agree that we both once saw a good man?
Ok, you guys know I always have an opinion on everything and today is no different. I wasn't able to get in on the discussion last night so I'm late with this but whatever. I agree with you on this statement, Bikey. I still see that good man. I don't agree with everything that he says or does but then again, I don't agree with everything anybody does. I can understand where he would get frustrated. I can understand where he would feel like his message was never heard and it doesn't matter anymore. I just hope that one day he will be able to see that there are still some people who did hear him. There are some of us who don't care what his hair looks like. It was and will always be about the music for me. I want him to see that he did make a difference. He did help people and all it took was writing a song. I do hope he sees that one day. Maybe one day he will be able to look at himself and be okay. There is a beautiful person there and he helped a lot of people.
I just hope he realizes this before he destroys everything good he's ever done. It would be such a waste.
Keep fighting the good fight, ya know?
I used to be pretty hard on him a few months ago. I was angry by some of the things he was saying and doing. I think it was more because I was worried about him. I still am. I have just decided to try and not be so quick to judge people. I have no idea what he goes through.
Oh well, anyhoo....
Later peeps.
XOXO,
S&V20
Oh, and hi and bye PH! Hi FASC!
Missed my Frankie pics, you have.
Stick him in my pocket, I wish I could.
Awwww, I could see that one, Yoda!
Reckon what he's got in that backpack?
Alright, I've GOT to go to work now.
GRRRRR!!!!!
Hi FASC & S&V,
No-one knows what to expect when they become famous and there's no courses to prepare yourself for the various accompanying stresses and strains. Funny how nobody ever quits being a rock star to take up a job as a ditch-digger, or a nurse, or an aid-worker, though...
Kass xx
Hi Yoda, Jedi Master!
How can we be sure that's even Frank?!
Yours suspiciously,
Kass xx
Hello, Kass.
A big sign, scorpio on neck is.
His front, I have.
Hello, beauties.
I am not sure why, but I now feel compelled to reveal why I know our gentle Mayo is not Gerard Way. Perhaps because, ironically, no one cares anymore. Because everyone now comes here for the rich sorority that has been developed.
My birth name is Katherine Marie Indovina and I am going to shorten this tale down to its barest essentials, for the other 9/10 of it you would never believe.
I dedicate this to Fimble Star, who sent me an email asking me what was up and I chickened out. To Kapunua and Elena, my greatest teachers. And everyone else who has provided me such joy these past five months.
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