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ZOMG.
I got a birthday card from my parents. The front of it reads you're never too old for birthday spankings. The inside reads of course, that depends on who's doing the spanking. When you open it up, the card plays Whip It! by Devo.
That's it. I've so got to stop talking to them about work (that is, the writing of BDSM-themed erotica).
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Remember remember the first of December.
I'm 33.
It feels just like 32 did...a minute ago. ;-P
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It's just so beautiful. I can't help it.
And then the deer and birds were told by the Maker, Modeler, Bearer, Begetter:
"Talk, speak out. Don't moan, don't cry out. Please talk, each to each, within each kind, within each group," they were told---the deer, birds, puma, jaguar, serpent.
"Name now our names, praise us. We are your mother, we are your father. Speak now:
'Hurricane,
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The Mayan/Aztec Mythology paper is sucking my will to live.
That is all.
(Except that it would be sucking less if I'd gotten a chance to write it during this last week, the way I'd planned to.) -
Struggling for an upside.
I feel like a slug that someone has touched---all contracted up and just waiting for the finger to depart so I can fucking relax.
I have no idea when these people will be leaving. I'm horrified at the thought of them being here through the weekend, let alone beyond that and into next week. I can't even ponder the idea, because if it happens it will ( Read more... ) -
I. AM. NEVER. HAVING. CHILDREN. EVER.
I hate children. I hate them.
I got no sleep. The little fuckers have been up since o-dark-thirty running around, screeching, chasing my poor beleaguered cats, and generally making a mess of the place. I am not a morning person. I''m a night person, and thus went to bed LATE. So I've had maybe 2 hours of sleep that wasn't broken all apart by some ( Read more... ) -
Posted here for general awesomeness.
My horoscope for the week:
Sagittarius (Nov. 22-Dec. 21)
You're in your living room, sulking and folding socks. There's a knock at the door, and you open it a crack. "Good evening," says John Adams, founder of the New World. He hands you a bouquet of roses. "Here are the flowers, and I have to tell you. . ." He looks at a wrinkled piece of paper ( Read more... ) -
Caffeine withdrawal sucks.
My head feels like it's being slowly halved by a screeching table saw. From temple to temple.
YeeeeeeeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOwwwwwwwwwwch.
I also have writing fatigue. You know (or maybe you don't), muscle aches up to the teeth from having your arms poised over a keyboard for hours. These are the aches I will gladly suffer, but this caffeine shit has got to ( Read more... ) -
And now for some raunchy gay male porn! Yay!
Love Velvet Mafia. The stories on this site are all gay male and all top-notch.
The story is I Wish, by Richard Hennebert. I particularly appreciate the use of the second person in this story. It's hard to write in second person with any sort of skill and Mr. Hennebert does it well. I also like the staccato use of short sentences in the last few ( Read more... )