nips, tips and other such drivel
Bored.
- Started a Twitter recently, though i swore i never would. Then again, for that matter, i swore i would never have a MySpace, LiveJournal (because i was a deadjournal kid, hurrah for non-conformism!), or Facebook. Within me still lurks that anti-establishment teenager recoiling in disgust from anything that more than a few people like. However, i did manage to learn (somewhere in the course of becoming my old age) that it's kind of hard to find fodder for the fascination if you only latch onto things no one likes.
- i miss Glee already. Mostly because it's currently the obsession i indulge, but still. Let's not split hairs and go pontificating on the WHY of things. I do, and it sucks cause there are months until it comes back.
- Work gave me a Blackberry. They love me. :D Also one of the chief reasons i started a Twitter. Yes, world, there is yet another person posting nearly up-to-the-minute blow-by-blows (who doesn't like hypens, i mean, really?) of their activities you don't give a shit about.
- I still have plot-bunnies scurrying around in the shadows of my head. Maybe that makes them more like plot-roaches? Gross. I'll settle on skittish plot-bunnies. I'm just barely beginning to accept the conclusion that maybe i just need to write prompts for people that DO write, as opposed to pretending like i'm ever going to do it myself.
- United States of Tara is a fairly rock-awesome show. I want a Gimmie Poncho Goblin to play with. Not of my own, of course, i'm content with the current status of my crazy, it needs no amplification, really; but just one to poke and play with. Sort of like how i feel about children: play with, poke, tilt head curiously, become finished/bored, (most important step right here) give back to caretaker. Oddly enough considering how much i enjoy the show, it is one that i have literally zero interest in its fandom. It's the lack of secks appeal, i think.
- One of my girls thinks KStew is wooden and talentless, not to mention a bitch. I can't really argue, but i have the irrational urge to try, nonetheless. Not sure why, other than she goes into the fascinated-with category and it makes me feel defensive because if the object of the attention is lame, it stands to reason that my antennae are damaged. Then again, i suppose that shouldn't be a revelation. Regardless, my other girl is absolutely Twilight-crazy, so i have a partner in crime.
- According to my morning radio show (and the women that called in to it), the ideal amount of time for women to spend having sex -- actual fucking, foreplay and afterglow time not included -- is an average of 7-14 minutes. 0_o I try to console myself with the thought that straight sex for women, is some ungodly percentage of the time (don't remember the specific number because i blocked it out in HORROR) non-orgasmic. It makes me sad for them.
- One last thing....
What... the fuck... does that even MEAN? I see it every day... and yes, it DOES say ARF instead of ARE because someone scratched off the bottom bar of the E, but even beyond that. I ponder over it while smoking on my breaks because, really, i don't get it. I know it's supposed to be uplifting or inspiring or motivating or SOMEthing, but i can't find it for the life of me.
- Started a Twitter recently, though i swore i never would. Then again, for that matter, i swore i would never have a MySpace, LiveJournal (because i was a deadjournal kid, hurrah for non-conformism!), or Facebook. Within me still lurks that anti-establishment teenager recoiling in disgust from anything that more than a few people like. However, i did manage to learn (somewhere in the course of becoming my old age) that it's kind of hard to find fodder for the fascination if you only latch onto things no one likes.
- i miss Glee already. Mostly because it's currently the obsession i indulge, but still. Let's not split hairs and go pontificating on the WHY of things. I do, and it sucks cause there are months until it comes back.
- Work gave me a Blackberry. They love me. :D Also one of the chief reasons i started a Twitter. Yes, world, there is yet another person posting nearly up-to-the-minute blow-by-blows (who doesn't like hypens, i mean, really?) of their activities you don't give a shit about.
- I still have plot-bunnies scurrying around in the shadows of my head. Maybe that makes them more like plot-roaches? Gross. I'll settle on skittish plot-bunnies. I'm just barely beginning to accept the conclusion that maybe i just need to write prompts for people that DO write, as opposed to pretending like i'm ever going to do it myself.
- United States of Tara is a fairly rock-awesome show. I want a Gimmie Poncho Goblin to play with. Not of my own, of course, i'm content with the current status of my crazy, it needs no amplification, really; but just one to poke and play with. Sort of like how i feel about children: play with, poke, tilt head curiously, become finished/bored, (most important step right here) give back to caretaker. Oddly enough considering how much i enjoy the show, it is one that i have literally zero interest in its fandom. It's the lack of secks appeal, i think.
- One of my girls thinks KStew is wooden and talentless, not to mention a bitch. I can't really argue, but i have the irrational urge to try, nonetheless. Not sure why, other than she goes into the fascinated-with category and it makes me feel defensive because if the object of the attention is lame, it stands to reason that my antennae are damaged. Then again, i suppose that shouldn't be a revelation. Regardless, my other girl is absolutely Twilight-crazy, so i have a partner in crime.
- According to my morning radio show (and the women that called in to it), the ideal amount of time for women to spend having sex -- actual fucking, foreplay and afterglow time not included -- is an average of 7-14 minutes. 0_o I try to console myself with the thought that straight sex for women, is some ungodly percentage of the time (don't remember the specific number because i blocked it out in HORROR) non-orgasmic. It makes me sad for them.
- One last thing....
What... the fuck... does that even MEAN? I see it every day... and yes, it DOES say ARF instead of ARE because someone scratched off the bottom bar of the E, but even beyond that. I ponder over it while smoking on my breaks because, really, i don't get it. I know it's supposed to be uplifting or inspiring or motivating or SOMEthing, but i can't find it for the life of me.