I'm just going to come out and say it. I think stripper shoes are goddamn ugly. While I admit that yes they are kind of a necessity for the job, they shouldn't be worn outside of a club in which one is actually dancing for money.
Thanks for the post. I had to laugh when I read your journal because a friend of mine just linked her wishlist into her journal entry.
You are cute as well, but then again you may have already been told that a couple thousand times by others...one more won't hurt right?
It's the "looking to misinterpret" that gets me. If they honestly try, but misinterpret, that's not so bad, but when they go looking for ways to misinterpret... that's just wrong. Been there... feel the same pain (or something fairly similar, anyway... ).
I think maybe I misinterpreted you, or you interpreted me, or something. At any rate, I certainly have dealt with/argued with people who said they said something, but I remember them saying something else... and I certainly agree that if one party doesn't want to communicate, all the effort in the world will not lead to a mutually respected and respectable understanding. Ultimately, I think communication is only possible if there is some kind of shared understanding... some meeting of minds, however minimal. If there is no will to create such understanding, then there is no hope whatsoever. If there is a will, then (sometimes, at least) a way is found... if maybe not the best way or the only way. At any rate, SG seems to provide *some* way, so even if communication isn't always the best, at least it's *some* communication!
Or something... Anyway, cheers, and SG hugs, and all that... - Zorke
I just killed the biggest house spider i've ever seen. I didn't think I would be able to muster up the courage but between all the "oh my fucking god"s and the "holy shit that thing is going to kill us all!"s I managed to get it together long enough to do the job. It was about 2 inches in diameter and just hanging out... Read More
I was watching the Discovery Channel the other day, and it was all about North American Spiders and stuff. Well, it turns out the spiders indigenous to LA are known for laying thousands of eggs in humans ears while they sleep. Sweet dreams.
the worst ones are furry. holy bajeesus. Come to think of it, im not sure ive ever seen a spider in this City. But onthe west coast, hometown, hells yes they will bite your ankles right off!
Sarah - if you ever read this, give me a call so I can buy your tickets! I lost your number.
Time to make holiday plans. It looks like I'm going home for two weeks. It has been raining a lot so I am really missing Portland like mad. LA isn't as friendly in the rain as Portland is. I have lost contact with practically... Read More
My boots were slung crooked on the ground
of thinking, I'd stood a week,
and before one month passed the cracking sounds
had stiffened my neck and roused the meek.
Although I had cherished my compassion
like a rusting compass, biting insects snipped in, in droves;
this further and the reality that drowning happens
should not have been enough to temp me from my alcove;
I tended this fire but I hadn't built this road,
an isometric forest, myself an issuant alone.
I knew the paned quagmire,
lit a fire and stood there for great while,
then I called over when my son died
to the men sat on the other side.
The woods in which this is set is
rubbing by me like ratty trees
with gasaleen and who am I kidding? We all care.
Before you leave now clothe me
like I'm being vetted, like you can
array me,
beneath a million stars, each sewn in
to each of us.
I am terrified of medication. I don't want to be obliterated. I have witnessed too much paliative care to be able to go out there and get it. And my mum is a doctor.
I think that there has to be a positive ballence between spiritual and chemical renewal. T
For many, Clive Barker left the genre sometime back in 1995, after having become a powerhouse horror institution. What they dont know is that he never really left. This year, Barker prepares to bring the Books of Blood to celluloid on the 20th anniversary of those infamous works, and thats just...