rigadoon

In a conversation with my roommate and our friend, Laura:
Piski: I wish we could all copulate like birds.
Laura: How do birds have sex?
Piski: They have these two little holes and they just like rub them together.
Laura: Well, if that were the case then everyone would get pregnant through club dancing.

LMAO!


In other news, this racist, homophobic, sexist asshole...
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I want to get right up close, intimate. I want to dig myself a little hole, nestle in a pore, bury myself way, down deep. The polaroid camera I carry in my plastic bag will come in handy. I'm going to be evaluating you, my dear. I'm going to get right up close. I want to capture you from angles you've never seen,...
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So, tonight, PISKI and CHITIN invited me to go see this awesome burlesque show at Rififi and I had soooooo much fun! My favorite ladies were Nasty Canasta and Ruby Valentine (who resembled Marilyn Monroe ). Yay for twirly nipple ornaments!

I posted pics of my new piercings in the Girl's Only group, so... if you're a girl... and you want to see them... go check em out

I had a surreal, trippy experience the other night. I had gotten off the PATH train from Jersey and was walking through Union Square when I heard all kinds of shouting. These two cobs had this guy by his feet and his arms and were trying to swing him into the police van. He was screaming (in a British accent), "They're fake cops! They're fake...
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I have both nipples pierced now!!! Woo-hoo! And the newest one is officially in pain. OUCH.

I got a fat lip yesterday I hopped off the bus and this kid on a bike wasn't watching where he was going and headbutted me in the face. Not fucking cool.

Rigadoon's rant of the day:
1. If you don't consider yourself a feminist, why the hell are you in a feminist class????
2. By agreeing with and spreading stereotypical views of women, you are perpetuating the problems that cause us to struggle.
3. If you believe that all women who kill themselves (artists and writers like Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath, for example) are crazy...
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My brain is dead and tired from writing papers and stressing about silly things. Tell me interesting things. Give me a break from thinking. Or maybe spark my interest and let me think about something else. Please?

There are days when I feel completely out of touch with the world I live in, days when I feel alien, foreign, a tourist to a loud, abrasive city.

Today is one of those days.


So my little brother (he's 17) and his 14 year old friend apparently were playing around in an abandoned house yesterday and someone called the police to report them trespassing....
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I want to bring my lips to this fire, to this heat, this flame that burns ceaselessly between the crook in your elbow, between the shadow residing behind your ear and the space where your hair begins to grow. I want the impression of your teeth deep, deep, deep, cavernous, below the surface. "Bite my shoulder," I say, and you soften. You relent and let...
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I am searching for the right words, the ones to tell you what to do, what I want. I was never good at that: demands. I listen to the silence of this room, my breathing echoes, resounds, sending this noise into easily bruised flesh. Will I be left wanting again? Will I be left to decipher these codes you have left, scattered about my bed,...
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