I hate to see you
When you're falling apart
Can't you start over, again?
Elizabeth crumbles
Alone in her chair
Keeps her windows shut
To keep out the air
Elizabeth crumbles
Alone in her bed
Spends all her pastime
Mulled in her dread
What keeps her living
Is her fear of being
Anywhere other than here
So they’ll feed her too much
Or it’s never enough,
Then it's fuck you
“Get the hell out of here!"
Elizabeth stumbles
Over everything I've said
Pining words are useless
Pushed round in her head
The mystery was my bravery
I never knew what I'd get
Will it be her fear or regret?
Her confusion my denial?
Walked her shoes a while
Now she can’t turn back
So she said then she’ll stay
And I will walk away
Elizabeth mumbles
Over and over my name
Forgetting tomorrow
Will never be the same
She’s repeating her beating
Did you bring her a drink?
Why are you leaving?
What the hell do you think?
That she’ll fuck you
To get the hell out of here
Elizabeth tumbles
Out onto the floor
With an abandon of reason
It is herself abhorred
She sat alone in her room
Pouring over her gloom
Never got out of her chair
And they don't even care
Now that they’ve all receded
Into the ground or fleeted
To the wormholes
And woodwork back there
You'll find repair
Where that memory
Becomes illusory
Look, again?
p.s. in the end it is what you think you will get.
When you're falling apart
Can't you start over, again?
Elizabeth crumbles
Alone in her chair
Keeps her windows shut
To keep out the air
Elizabeth crumbles
Alone in her bed
Spends all her pastime
Mulled in her dread
What keeps her living
Is her fear of being
Anywhere other than here
So they’ll feed her too much
Or it’s never enough,
Then it's fuck you
“Get the hell out of here!"
Elizabeth stumbles
Over everything I've said
Pining words are useless
Pushed round in her head
The mystery was my bravery
I never knew what I'd get
Will it be her fear or regret?
Her confusion my denial?
Walked her shoes a while
Now she can’t turn back
So she said then she’ll stay
And I will walk away
Elizabeth mumbles
Over and over my name
Forgetting tomorrow
Will never be the same
She’s repeating her beating
Did you bring her a drink?
Why are you leaving?
What the hell do you think?
That she’ll fuck you
To get the hell out of here
Elizabeth tumbles
Out onto the floor
With an abandon of reason
It is herself abhorred
She sat alone in her room
Pouring over her gloom
Never got out of her chair
And they don't even care
Now that they’ve all receded
Into the ground or fleeted
To the wormholes
And woodwork back there
You'll find repair
Where that memory
Becomes illusory
Look, again?
p.s. in the end it is what you think you will get.
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 6531 Newer› Newest»OK this is bugging me now so I can't imagine how you must feel. Does BB know about the Schrodingers Cat book or have you talked about it with him?
Could be Carrie. She likes Ludo too.
I thought mayo was wastelands anon. That's what we were told.
You know, I ramble a lot. I ramble a lot here. ANd most of the time I don't even remember WTF I'm talking about.
I could have mentioned a unicorn, and I know for sure I've talked about Schrodinger's Cat. I think I signed in as Schrodinger's Cat a few times, actually.
Maybe I just said something about a unicorn and didn't remember it!
told by who?
surely mayo hasn't been in her bedroom!
Carrie is one of the aim chatters.
Have you mentioned that unicorn on chat Kapunua? It could be any of them.
Who said Mayo was Waste Lands? I mean, I used to suspect it, but.
Oh, no trust me, this is not BB. ;) He promised me it wasn't him. And it's just not "him" to do that. He has seen the Schrodinger's Cat book but like I said, I'm just so sure I talked about it here too.
zutto kurikaeshiteta zutto
Ok so that leaves the pele artwork you have in your house. have you talked about that here?
Anyone can be any anon.
We were told by other anons that wastelands anon was mayo posting for her. We were told that calaf was mayo.
But calaf came in and said (s)he wasn't mayo.
Who told you? The watchers?
you're right, i remember that. they wanted to make it clear they weren't mayo. they said it more than once.
"Who said Mayo was Waste Lands? I mean, I used to suspect it, but."
There you go.
the watchers know shit
An anime fan here? :)
Hmm, the Pele picture. Well, I have talked about Pele for sure. And I also think that in my Photobucket there is a picture of a Pele tapestry that I have on my wall.
Hmm.
I always think there are two Calafs.
Oooh what has BB been doing in your bedroom?? ;-)
I've sometimes thought so too, 9:20!
Ok so that leaves the pele artwork you have in your house. have you talked about that here?"
I don't think that or the ceramic unicorn have been mentioned here. Did you talk about that on chat?
No, I don't think I have. It's just so weird.
The watchers aren't very good at watching. They miss alot.
Hajimekara sou oretachi wa dekisokonai sa...
I posted a poem once here with a lot of mentions of Pele. Some of you know the one. :)
^ iawtc. for being watchers they aren't v observant.
Didn't carrie admit she was the one
posting poetry to you when you two had that big fight?
Hurray for J-Pop!
^ iawtc. for being watchers they aren't v observant.
hmmm but the link from one poem one time to guessing you had artwork from that poem in your house would be a bit of a leap.
I want it to be BB sooooo bad. I love happy endings.
That would be more than a bit of a leap. ;)
Come to think of it, on my Deviant art page there is a drawing I did called "Keahi and Madame Pele."
Maybe the anon saw that page?
I want it to be BB sooooo bad. I love happy endings..
OMG, don't use that phrase to someone taking massage classes.
Just kidding! ;)
but seriously; it's not him. ^_^
Maybe the anon has been in your house. Maybe it's one of your friends who have seen your room or one of the friends you chat with or email regularly.
I still think there are two Calaf anons. One who is just interesting and likes to talk to Kapu and then the stalker one.
The club re-mix will include the following, edited for obvious reasons.
Elizabeth fumbles
with my belt buckle again
can't get in my pants
and she wants to dig in
Elizabeth jumbles
my balls with her hands
learned her skills cause
she's always with the bands
Someone who has been inside your bedroom and dreams about you Kapunua? Come on you have to admit, that is creepy!
Could this just be your google anon fucking with you?
You think they are nice. Maybe they're not!
Very clever 9:32.
Maybe the anon saw that page?"
Are you saying calaf google stalked you and found your deviant art page. creepy.
Well, I mean if you put it that way.
But I don't think anyone is out to hurt me though. I mean, I know it's happened before and all but. Come on, that would be just too weird.
And, why?
you spelled her name wrong.
Clever indeed; I LOLled. :)
el oh el
To be fair to Calaf it is very easy to find Kapunua's deviant art page, I just found it and I'm hardly a stalker.
MY deviant art page.
Easy. It is one of the first things to come up when you google "Kapunua."
Don't look at it though; most of it sucks.
9:32
You meant "Emma", right?
However googling "kapunua pele" or "unicorn" doesn't do as much.
Calaf must have google stalked you to find your photobucket, lj and your deviant art page. It's odd how they show up everytime you mention them. It's like they know everything you're doing.
Actually, googling Kapunua's Deviant Art Page leads to this page. O_O
Now I'm all googling myself with random words to see what comes up. I guess I am a stalker after all. ;)
And to be fair, I have been inside my own bedroom. O_O
OMG. I am after myself. ;)
Wow. This anon must be crazy for you Kapu.
No, probably not. I really don't think so. I think it's probably just a case of boredom. :)
I read that as a case of bedroom.
Easy. It is one of the first things to come up when you google "Kapunua.""
You're inviting people to google stalk you now?
Don't do it. I hear the snap of an iron claw.
You have to use quotes to get it. "Kapunua deviant art page."
But it still doesn't go to the Pele drawing. (Which, trust me, sucks.)
I don't know; I'm confused! I guess I'm very easy to find. I just don't know why anyone would be interested.
No; I'm just trying to find out what words people are using to find things like "unicorn" and "pele" in relation to me.
Elizabeth has been replaced with a new ball fumbler/jumbler.
Think about it Kapunua. You'll figure it out
eventually.
Have you come back?
9:48
I think you meant ball juggler. ;)
No. I'm not Calaf.
SNAP
Somebody just clicked that deviant art link. I heard it.
Heehe. :)
Guys, I'm so sorry; I really didn't intend to stay on here this long. I was going to post something to the M-ster and then GTFO.
But honestly, this whole thing really threw me tonight!
Now I'm all googling myself and getting paranoid and such.
Okay, I'm going to click on that little X up there now. This is too weird. :) I don't care to stalk myself or find out any more info on myself.
But I will be super careful in my bedroom tonight. Who knows if I may be lurking under my own bed, with knowledge of the things that I drew on Deviant Art, which I can use against myself.
;D
There was one other thing I wanted to write and I wrote it all up, but now it is just apropos of nothing. ^_^
I suppose if no one is going to stalk you, you'll have to do it yourself.
Oh, okay, sorry. I seem to think that everyone is Calaf, and I do kind of think there are two of them. I dunno!
The deviant art page is no big secret. It just kind of sucks, that's all. There's nothing really special on there but there is a hand drawn picture with the name "Pele" in it.
All I will say is this: If this is who I think it is, then you should just shoot me an email and say "what's up" or something.
To anyone nice, thank you for being nice. :)
I suppose if no one is going to stalk you, you'll have to do it yourself.
May 9, 2009 9:55 PM.
Heehee, then, I would get an order of protection against myself.
"THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE YOUR PANTS!"
Sorry. :)
Hahaha Kapunua!
:)
Anyway, Paul has bigger? problems.
This whole thing got so weird so fast. :) Well, good night you guys, sweet dreams, no worries. ^_^
Right now there are cherry blossoms floating through and it smells a bit like scented candle wax and crow. There are pictures of random men on the walls and re-playing quietly in the background, a highly inappropriate dream about Denis Leary and a sex auction.
Every few minutes a voice shouts out a quote: usually Monty Python but occasionally from movies and cartoons. Fox Mulder is chatting with Eric Idle, Hannibal Lector talking with Shakespeare, Cloud Strive having tea with Richard Feynman, Count D shopping for sweets with Peter Griffin.
Snippets of songs play on a loop; most in different languages. Images pop up with words illuminated beneath them, some also in different languages. The beach is "La plage," a foggy day is "ka noenoe," eyes are "hitomi" and this is very distracting when one wants the English word.
There are a lot of words but some of them are hiding behind other words, especially when they are most needed. "What's that big machine that spins the clothes around until they're dry? What's that person's name again? I have to get the waddyacallit, that stupid thing, umm, oh that's right, supersonic mist maker or something."
There's a grocery list tacked to the wall; it will rarely be written on actual paper. "Cereal, a new oven mitt, chocolate silk, quinoa rice, black beans..."
Under a pile of Obligation is the answer to all of the questions on next week's two quizzes at school.
The Future is a hazy window, but shapes are beginning to take form. Behind the glass you can see: an office, clients, the wish to be useful; maybe you can hear a child's voice but maybe you can't; music, dance, some kind of show; perhaps you can smell money, even. But overpowering that smell is the smell of unpaid loans. Gah, rancid!
Behind that murky glass, there's a manuscript too. You can see a bright light, a man with red hair--a hero--and a god who tries to vanquish him. In faint writing under the words "The Future" is the word "accolades" but it is so small you can barely read it! :)
Next to The Future, a sign reading "MORTALITY," the door to which is usually creaking in an unseen cold wind, but which recently has been blasted into splinters, and now you can look right in there but you're not sure what it is you're seeing beyond it. It'd be nice and helpful to rebuild that door but the damn thing keeps coming apart again.
Anime and manga characters occasionally walk or fly by.
There's a vortex in the corner, a kind of black hole and you really, really wish to know what is beyond it. It's at a right angle to everything else, or maybe everything else is the right angle. There are knots of infinity and, yeah, a bunch of useless numbers and the symbol for H-bar.
There are pretty flowers and a stretch of Atlantic beach, candlelight and thunderstorms, a sealed box that seems to shuffle around on its own, tucked in the corner but if you listen you can hear a bunch of kids shouting rude words like "ugly," and "bitch" and some racist things. Sometimes you just want to take a hammer to that goddamned thing!
There's a pile of unfolded laundry and the nagging sense of having forgotten something. A crap-ton of words go by; often they rhyme annoyingly and there's nothing you can do about it.
Then once in a while an entire comedy routine will randomly play out: either from a movie or from something that really happened. You have to not laugh out loud because people will think you're crazy.
Indeed, there is a big neon sign reading "CHOCOLATE" and underneath it scrolling words: "Is it time to eat some more, god you just ate some, yes but it was really good, save it for later, it will keep you awake, not really, go on eat one more chunk, it's dark, lots of antioxidants, well I am hungry actually..." over and over again.
Oh my god! That is a wedding picture and you can see me with Jared Leto. Everyone is so jealous of me! How freaking embarrassing. No one is supposed to look at that. Oh well, he just changed into Joaquin Phoenix anyway. Now he's that guy I met at that hotel dance club seven years ago while at a Hula seminar, the one who asked me to dance but Kumu Sonny was watching, wasn't he, and so I didn't! He had curly black hair and wore glasses.
The theme from Final Fantasy VII plays.
It kind of smells like jasmine.
Mayo likes the word illusory. It is a good word.
What the hell is that 10:02? An erroneous mental representation of someone's life.
No no, don't misunderstand, that was me. :) Earlier I was all, "this is what it's like inside my head" so I wanted to write it out. ;)
Sorry.
Byebeee!
O_o
Calaf could be PPU.
I miss PPU.
PPU would be in Kapu's bedroom then.
Wait let me get this straight.
An anon came on here and named three things in Kapu's bedroom and she DOESN"T know who it is?
I'll bet she knows. It's probably her or one of her friends messing with the blog.
How can you NOT know who has seen your bedroom?
No, something is fishy with that whole thing.
Who is the google anon? Are there two?
Maybe she was drunk off her ass, smoking crack or shot up that night. ;p
It's somebody she knows or somebody she disclosed every detail of her life to. Its a short list. It shouldn't be this hard for her to figure out.
She has to know who it is. Kapunua may be a lot of things but she isn't stupid.
It's somebody she knows or somebody she disclosed every detail of her life to.
He doesn't seem to know every detail but he does seem to know some, IF it is a man.
Who's to say she's only had men in her bedroom?
She might not be stupid but she's not nearly as sharp as she likes to think she is. She's very naive.
Come on How many people could have seen or were told about that unicorn and the pele art on her wall?
"Who's to say she's only had men in her bedroom?"
Who's to say she's ever had anyone in her bedroom?
I don't think there are many men following this blog. I don't even think Mayo and SS are men.
I think it's a woman.
Maybe she doesn't want to know, or to admit it if it's someone she knows.
Who's to say she's ever had anyone in her bedroom?
She herself said so.
What adult woman has a ceramic unicorn in her bedroom? Please.
Who would have seen her room or pictures of her room? Who would know these things about her?
This is someone she has talked to extensively. They should just tell her who they are. You can see how excited she gets. She's probably doddling the name Calaf on her notebooks snd fantasising about them.
It's bordering on cruelty. Unless she does know who they are and is playing along.
"She herself said so."
Oh well, if she said so, it must be true. Right. Yeah.
I actually think it's GV.
Nothing is more cruel than false hope.
She probably wishes it was Jared Leto. Gross.
Making her think that someone would even like her. That IS false hope.
You could be right 10:59. GV did say she had a crush on her. Is GV bisexual?
Is Jared Leto still fucking Tila Tequila?
Kapunua is beautiful.
GV is bi and has been in love with Kapu a long time. She could be the google anon and she could have found some of that out.
"Kapunua is beautiful."
You have ..... strange taste. I'm not even going to comment because I'm above that.
You have ..... strange taste. I'm not even going to comment because I'm above that.
May 9, 2009 11:05 PM
I think you might be jealous.
GV has MORE than a crush. She admitted she was obsessed with her.
Inside my head said...
Right now there are cherry blossoms floating through and it smells a bit like scented candle wax and crow. There are pictures of random men on the walls and re-playing quietly in the background, a highly inappropriate dream about Denis Leary and a sex auction.
Every few minutes a voice shouts out a quote: usually Monty Python but occasionally from movies and cartoons. Fox Mulder is chatting with Eric Idle, Hannibal Lector talking with Shakespeare, Cloud Strive having tea with Richard Feynman, Count D shopping for sweets with Peter Griffin.
Snippets of songs play on a loop; most in different languages. Images pop up with words illuminated beneath them, some also in different languages. The beach is "La plage," a foggy day is "ka noenoe," eyes are "hitomi" and this is very distracting when one wants the English word.
There are a lot of words but some of them are hiding behind other words, especially when they are most needed. "What's that big machine that spins the clothes around until they're dry? What's that person's name again? I have to get the waddyacallit, that stupid thing, umm, oh that's right, supersonic mist maker or something."
There's a grocery list tacked to the wall; it will rarely be written on actual paper. "Cereal, a new oven mitt, chocolate silk, quinoa rice, black beans..."
Under a pile of Obligation is the answer to all of the questions on next week's two quizzes at school.
The Future is a hazy window, but shapes are beginning to take form. Behind the glass you can see: an office, clients, the wish to be useful; maybe you can hear a child's voice but maybe you can't; music, dance, some kind of show; perhaps you can smell money, even. But overpowering that smell is the smell of unpaid loans. Gah, rancid!
Behind that murky glass, there's a manuscript too. You can see a bright light, a man with red hair--a hero--and a god who tries to vanquish him. In faint writing under the words "The Future" is the word "accolades" but it is so small you can barely read it! :)
Next to The Future, a sign reading "MORTALITY," the door to which is usually creaking in an unseen cold wind, but which recently has been blasted into splinters, and now you can look right in there but you're not sure what it is you're seeing beyond it. It'd be nice and helpful to rebuild that door but the damn thing keeps coming apart again.
Anime and manga characters occasionally walk or fly by.
There's a vortex in the corner, a kind of black hole and you really, really wish to know what is beyond it. It's at a right angle to everything else, or maybe everything else is the right angle. There are knots of infinity and, yeah, a bunch of useless numbers and the symbol for H-bar.
There are pretty flowers and a stretch of Atlantic beach, candlelight and thunderstorms, a sealed box that seems to shuffle around on its own, tucked in the corner but if you listen you can hear a bunch of kids shouting rude words like "ugly," and "bitch" and some racist things. Sometimes you just want to take a hammer to that goddamned thing!
There's a pile of unfolded laundry and the nagging sense of having forgotten something. A crap-ton of words go by; often they rhyme annoyingly and there's nothing you can do about it.
Then once in a while an entire comedy routine will randomly play out: either from a movie or from something that really happened. You have to not laugh out loud because people will think you're crazy.
Indeed, there is a big neon sign reading "CHOCOLATE" and underneath it scrolling words: "Is it time to eat some more, god you just ate some, yes but it was really good, save it for later, it will keep you awake, not really, go on eat one more chunk, it's dark, lots of antioxidants, well I am hungry actually..." over and over again.
Oh my god! That is a wedding picture and you can see me with Jared Leto. Everyone is so jealous of me! How freaking embarrassing. No one is supposed to look at that. Oh well, he just changed into Joaquin Phoenix anyway. Now he's that guy I met at that hotel dance club seven years ago while at a Hula seminar, the one who asked me to dance but Kumu Sonny was watching, wasn't he, and so I didn't! He had curly black hair and wore glasses.
The theme from Final Fantasy VII plays.
It kind of smells like jasmine.
OpenID kapunua said...
No no, don't misunderstand, that was me. :) Earlier I was all, "this is what it's like inside my head" so I wanted to write it out. ;)
Sorry.
Byebeee!"
Elena and the OPs are just delusional fangirls but she's not.
She doesn't dream of fucking and marrying rockstars and celebrities. Yup.
Just because I don't agree with your taste doesn't mean I am jealous. I like the way I look. I'm not going to say anything towards HER looks because I don't have to.
Mother, please.
Anyone home?
I have Lucky Charms and fuzzy pajamas.
Who is the guy with the red hair? Maybe Calaf would know.
Who doesn't have the occasional dream about some celebrity? That doesn't mean that you actually believe it's going to happen or that you have a special connection to them like some of the people on this blog obviously do.
*toothy grin*
GV did admit she googled Kapunua alot. Didn't she say she saved all the pictures Kapunua posted of herself? They are dear friends. By their own admissions. Interesting.
I think you're right. I think GV is in love with her. We have to wait and see if Kapunua is interested.
No one said that the OPs had a special connection to Frank, they said they had a special connection to SS. If YOU think SS is Frank that is your problem.
And SS does always talk to OPJ. If she didn't mean anything to him he wouldn't have called her his angel. That is not something that anyone says to anyone.
NOW who is jealous?
Who doesn't have the occasional dream about some celebrity? That doesn't mean that you actually believe it's going to happen or that you have a special connection to them like some of the people on this blog obviously do. QFT. I'm betting even celebrities have the same fantasies.
DO you think GV and Kapunua know each other in real life?
If Mayo really is GV and she and Kapunua know each other in real life, that would be .... interesting for the blog to say the least.
Who doesn't have the occasional dream about some celebrity? That doesn't mean that you actually believe it's going to happen or that you have a special connection to them like some of the people on this blog obviously do.
Thank God for that! I dreamt that i was married to Gary Busey. Do not want!
11:13 when did SS say that?
Lol @the very idea that anyone would be jealous of OPJ.
There are pictures of random men on the walls and re-playing quietly in the background, a highly inappropriate dream about Denis Leary and a sex auction.But when the OPs write out their sexual fantasies about Frank, that is somehow wrong and creepy and disgusting. Tell me, why is that??
There is a big double standard here.
Does anyone know if Kapunua is bisexual? I think they would be perfect for each other.
He said it in her birthday blog.
Yes. They are both crazy.
Can you C & P it?
Just go to SS's blog and see for yourself.
LOL@ the idea anyone would be jealous of Kapunua.
What's the URL?
Thank God for that! I dreamt that i was married to Gary Busey. Do not want!
Lol! Sounds like you have my luck when it comes to celebrity dreams. I dreamed about Pete Wentz once. What a nightmare that was!
That's what I mean. I don't want to say anything toward her looks because that is low. But seriously. No one is jealous, LOL, trust me.
Lol @the idea that anyone would be jealous of anybody here.
Thank God for that! I dreamt that i was married to Gary Busey. Do not want!
I had a dream that I married Robert Pattinson, which wasn't bad except that we had this whole Beauty and The Beast thing going on.
I don't even know sometimes.
What I seriously want to know is who sent her the email telling her who the person was who was googling her.
Anonymous said...
LOL@ the idea anyone would be jealous of Kapunua.
May 9, 2009 11:17 PM
Did you run out of wine?
I don't think any of the regulars who have posted pictures of themselves are anything to write home about.
mayo, this evening has been torture. elena texted me this afternoon that you had posted, but i couldn't get online until tonight.
i don't think my stepdad realized what his addiction to computer solitaire was doing to me. *grin*
but i'm happy to finally get here and read your post. it didn't grab me as immediately as some of your poetry has, but i have to admit that i recognized some of my old behaviors. i feel thankful that i'm not her anymore.
i like the flow of this poem, though -- it's really more a song, isn't it?
Some of the lovelies are quite lovely.
But most of them are just real WOMEN.
That is true beauty.
But seriously. No one is jealous, LOL, trust me.Imagining people are jealous and envious is part of the fantasy anon. Read her final fantasy. It's there.
Anonymous said...
I don't think any of the regulars who have posted pictures of themselves are anything to write home about.
May 9, 2009 11:21 PM
Why don't you post a pic of yourself? On second thought forget it.
Yeah, her art is really not too good. I've seen much better artists especially on this blog. She's at around a 4th grade level when it comes to drawing.
I haven't seen her art. I can't critique it.
I had a dream that I married Robert Pattinson, which wasn't bad except that we had this whole Beauty and The Beast thing going on.
I don't even know sometimes.
May 9, 2009 11:20 PM
I think i ate chilli the night i dreamed of Gary. That's my story and i'm sticking to it! ^_~
It does sound like a song Toujours.
I am trying so hard to be interested in this but failing miserably.
This leads me to wonder how many others might feel the same.
I want to get to the bottom of this.
Doesn't GV live in new york? And isn't that where Kapu lives?
Why do you want to be called a lovely? That is downright condescending.
The attractive regulars left a long time ago.
Why do you want to be called a lovely? That is downright condescending.
I think so too.
i kept falling into a cadence as i read it, 11:27.
i haven't got a handle on a meaning of it for myself yet, though.
Why do you want to be called a lovely? That is downright condescending.
It's better than being called a fugly.:)
That was Mayo's name for everyone here.
Don't think the blog was meant to be a pick-up joint.
Well some people here are lovelies and some are FUGLIES.
Could Kapu and GV been the love anons if that was the case?
That was Mayo's name for everyone here.
Oh, hai, Captain Obvious.
So just because the high and mighty Mayo says it, you don't question it?
Just because Mayo said it, doesn't make it not condescending.
Well some people here are lovelies and some are FUGLIES.
May 9, 2009 11:31 PM
Yes, the one's that have nothing nice to say about others are fugly
Mayo is the King of the Universe.
Didn't you know that?
I thought the love anons were Redrum & Lewishasfallensloppydown
Kapu is NOT that hard to find. she is not careful. Even if you go to her journal you can find most of her family members there. Pictures and even their own live journals.
If someone wanted to find out things about her it would be very easy.
I seriously SERIOUSLY doubt it is anyone in "love" with her.
And Redrum was Dickweed.
Could it be Dickweed / Seven who is toying with her?
In his own head 11:33.
Mayo is a god. Bow down and worship. ;)
I think it was Miss Scarlet with the knife in the Conservatory.
How do you know that 11:35?
Amy, TJ, are you guys still here?
In his own head 11:33.
In some of the "lovelies" heads as well.
I really want to know who sent Kapu the email telling her who googled her.
Please, what's wrong with being called lovlies? I know i would rather hear my husband say " I love your hair" than him say "What did you do to your hair?" LOL!
People are acting like googling Kapunua is some kind of crime.
It was written on the wall in blood...in sooper sekrit code, of course.
j.!!!
hi!
i'm here, but i'm just about to send you and l. an email, how about that for a coinkydink? :)
I mean her live journal is open to the public and so is Google. It's not like it's a crime to look her up. So why did someone have to run telling her "oh look someone is googling you"? That just seems petty.
11:35
You followed the wrong clues. It was Mrs. White in the kitchen with a pot and kettle.
What? He's not your husband. Big difference.
"Lovelies" reminds me of the Wicked Witch of the West.
"I'll get you, my Lovelies. And your little dog, too."
*waves her spoon*
Hiya J! How's it going?
Gary-Chili Anon, I find I have some really wicked dreams on sake. Holy Technicolor Dreams On Sake. It's terrifying.
Last night's was no better. In color, stereo and IMAX.
But no Robert Pattinson.
Whose been googled more than 1000 times? Anybody?
Who emailed K?
Who Googles her?
Who is everyone?
Who was hot?
Who wrote on the wall?
So many questions!
The term is derogatory, like you're available at his beck and call.
You followed the wrong clues. It was Mrs. White in the kitchen with a pot and kettle.
Well, fuck me! I should have known there was a pot and a kettle involved here.
Lol.
What? He's not your husband. Big difference.
No, he is not my husband. Gary Busey is my husband.
"Whose been googled more than 1000 times?"
Okay, not a give away.
Some people can actually GET a man.
Yes, the "my" in front of the term makes it seem unsavory to me.
in sooper sekrit code Everything here is, including his majesty's cryptic posts. pfft
Some people can actually GET a man.
Lol. I suppose you think that's your only purpose in the world, to GET a man.
Gary-Chili Anon, I find I have some really wicked dreams on sake. Holy Technicolor Dreams On Sake. It's terrifying.
Tomorrow i'm going to try Sake and chilli. :)
If you look up Google Trends and put in Kapunua she doesn't even register on the radar.
So if people are googling her it's probably only one or two.
And if they are so what, that is their business.
Well, fuck me! I should have known there was a pot and a kettle involved here.
Lol."
You sure should have.
OK. Should we do it in the library or the billiards room? Or both?
11:44, you do that. And when you wake up, gimme a call.
Some people can actually GET a man. Yes. Even ones with chickens and saucer eyes can get them. So there's hope for everyone ^_^
I like books so I'll say the library. ^_~
So tonight we figured out what... That Kapunua is either really naive to not know who the anonymous is, or it is a woman, or it is GV, or it is GV and they are in it together.
And we still don't know who sent the email telling her about who had googled her.
Amyranth said...
11:44, you do that. And when you wake up, gimme a call.
I will probably still be married to Gary. Only in Technicolor.>_<
No, it should never be someone's object in life to get a man. But it is nice to know that you can if you want to.
I like billiards. Can we do it in that room later? You can bring a book if you'd like. ;)
The unicorn. Would it be purple??
11:44, you'll also have an awful sake hangover to show for it.
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