Oh man. Am I ever glad I found Reason For Living (Orlando With Pirate Hair) last night, as I needed it to, you know, go on living this morning.

And am not ashamed of finding what I am going to lovingly and lustily refer to as The 3M Automotive Look exceptionally hot and fantastically hott and motherfucking hottt.Oh my goodness ( Read more... )

Oh holy fucking shit. Jesus of Nazareth! There's a reason to live, and I have named it orlandowithpiratehair.gif.

Convulse with me. Or else lay on top of me to hold me down. There aren't words.

Jesus hell. It's too much in the wee hours of the morning.

If you can look at that and not be consumed by your lust, I pity you! I pity you.

Updating is a chore and I hate doing it. Ha! So I won't, anymore, maybe.

I'll change my mind in a week.

Someone design my website for me for Christmas. I will send you a mixed tape. Actually, I'm only looking at Jory, here. I am nothing if not blatant.

Oh, blah.

From The Truth About God, by Anne Carson

God's Woman

Are you angry at nature? said God to His woman.
Yes I am angry at nature I do not want nature stuck
up between my legs on your pink baton

or ladled out like geography whenever
your buckle needs a lick.
What do you mean Creation?

God circled her.
Fire. Time. Fire.
Choose, said God.

Television ( Read more... )

Music

1. The process of falling in love has finally begun with PJ's Riot Act. More on this later, with hand-drawn pictures of how the album makes me feel ( Read more... )

1. g-g-g-ghost: easier to type than it looks ( Read more... )

I had a horrific pre-Thankgiving nightmare in the vein of Black House last night. No Jack Sawyer, but the eating of body parts, yes. Man, I just can't get into it. I know you want to hear all about my "evil man eating my dream-celebrity-LOTR-boyfriend alive and sending me back souvenir parts and sample meals" dream, but I'm surprised I managed to ( Read more... )

Wow. I tried to sleep after finishing the book (Oh, Jacky, Jacky --) and it was a terrible experiment. I tried to trick my pain into disappearing by watching Saved By The Bell. Usually I am so fond, appalled, and merry and sickened by SBTB that there's just no room for thought (and no room for heartache): I sit slack-jawed in disbelief, completely ( Read more... )

I find there is less I want to tell you all, and more I want to say.