oh - I don't know. No where really. I have really ambivalent feelings towards this website, and often it can make me really quiet.
But I think you are excellent and lovely. And I'd like to meet you one day. And I hope you think I'm lovely too, even if I am a social intraweb loser.
I took this sculpture class recently and I made these little fertility goddesses out of wax. I wanted to make a whole bunch and decimate them throughout my backyard for future archeological study. The wax was brown so they ended up looking like poo - but I used a model and if you look closely you can see the boobs and the belly and her little legs and fucked up head. Then I got worried about the implications of making a bunch of fertility goddesses so I stopped making them, Maybe I'll make barren goddesses next.
Have you ever been at something for so long and worked so hard to get something (or someone) that when you reach the end of it and it seems like you will indeed achieve your dear wish,
you don't know whether to rejoice or panic?
Just one more week of school left. Then I'll be on break for like, ever.
Wow, I didn't expect 11 comments on that post. You all are too sweet and parasympathetic.
D is doing better, so thanks for all the good vibes. At least his color is back. The ghastly pale thing was starting to scare me. He actually drove 1/3 of the way back home, too. I kept checking his temperature from the passenger side. From toasty burny to... Read More
No one except the kids who went to Fremont Elementary with me know who I'm talking about. I just found out from Misa's page that Jodi was in a car accident a week ago and died. Same age -- 26 -- she left behind a 7 year-old and 2-year old. Her husband has to come back from Iraq to care for the kids now.
Well, she may as well be Scottish as anything else in the UK. It surprised me partly because I assumed English as a default and partly because Asian looks and Scottish accent is just so damn exotic and sexy. It's probably no suprise that I tend to find Asian women particularly attractive (which drives me nuts because I'm terrified that's just another form of racism) and my family history is Scottish so I really like that accent. It was just too much for me. All that and the fact that I was swooning over a 15-year-old made me feel shame. (The actor is 18 so whew!)
On the long bus ride home yesterday I revisited thoughts and emotions I had not cared to embrace for well over 3 to 4 years now.
From a semi-nap, Heather suddenly crept back from my dead memories for reason unknown. It was interesting to note that I still wanted to kill her with my bare hands.
But I dont run it, and I dont influence those who run it, so there is no point in elaborating on an opinion here. There is nothing being said because everyone feels you will be punished, censored, even ostracized somehow. I have many thoughts on the matter but still I maintain its not my place to say it here. There is only one... Read More
But I think you are excellent and lovely. And I'd like to meet you one day. And I hope you think I'm lovely too, even if I am a social intraweb loser.
I took this sculpture class recently and I made these little fertility goddesses out of wax. I wanted to make a whole bunch and decimate them throughout my backyard for future archeological study. The wax was brown so they ended up looking like poo - but I used a model and if you look closely you can see the boobs and the belly and her little legs and fucked up head. Then I got worried about the implications of making a bunch of fertility goddesses so I stopped making them, Maybe I'll make barren goddesses next.