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porn
This is why I prefer low-budget Russian porn to its overglossed, overinflated American counterpart. Not only is Russian porn the only way I can still get in touch with my early years - seeing as how most of it takes place in very Soviet-era settings, with rugs hanging on the walls, armchairs that unfold into twin-size beds, and heroines wearing ( Read more... ) -
Are you there Margaret? It's me, God. I'm coming to GET YOU!
So I missed a bus. As I swore and ranted and shook my fist in the air, it pulled away from me, and an ad for the new Hilary Swank movie, "The Reaping," floated into my field of vision. I registered the tagline: "What hath God wrought?", lettered in a font similar to that used for Blair Witch, Ms. Swank looking lusciously haunted against a parchment ( Read more... ) -
rainy night in SoHo
Hhhhheh . . . I love writing that. I have started a poem, a regular story and an alternative story, all with that title. (Yet to finish any of 'em.) If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, wave or something. And have a drink ( Read more... ) -
the purpose of this
Have realized that I inevitably drift to this journal when I want to write stuff that I wish I didn't want to write about simply because wanting to write about said stuff indicates a condition that should probably be medicated or at least observed by a professional, and then I refuse to write about said stuff because I figure refusing to write is ( Read more... ) -
mistranslation
And just as I was having thoughts that French seems to be creeping to the background ( Read more... ) -
Resurfacing
Was surfing web today and ended up on a LiveJournal site and had that errant, "hey, I oughta . . ." thought, and realized - hey, I have a LiveJournal, why not scribble something in it for a change ( Read more... ) -
acquisitions
Since my last entry, I have acquired a few new toys. It's funny, when I was maybe about 9 years old, and all I really wanted out of life was a Barbie Dreamhouse, I once told my mother that it was all so unfair - that, by the time I was old enough to afford the Dreamhouse, I would no longer want it. And I asked her, "Do people still want stuff when ( Read more... )
