tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143662802012-01-19T18:10:07.817-06:00Love it, or leave it.Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.comBlogger8861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-11269428940518247392011-12-11T02:50:00.003-06:002011-12-11T03:13:46.303-06:00

I haven't been able to sleep much lately.Like, even more so than usual.Sucks.It's semester break, though, so I guess it doesn't really matter.Being that I've been posting a lot of stories over the past few months, I thought I'd take these sleepless moments and write an actual post.Being that I'm out of practice being Strumpet-like, this post is not getting off to a very good start.Let's see what

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<!--[if gte mso 9]> 800x600 <![endif]--> I cut myself today. I’ve been fascinated ever since. It was an accident, my cut. I mean to say, that it was an accident in that it occurred. But, truly, there are no accidents. At first, it was really rather painful, as most cuts are, I’m sure. I was sending off-color words into the air for no one to hear, save for myself. But

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Lee is a short man.Always something to prove.Lee takes a swig, or two.Swings a punch, or two.Screws a skank, or two.Still, he hasn't proven anything.When the barkeep refuses to serve him anymore,Lee thinks he's finally proven his point.Until he finds himself back to swigging, swinging, and screwing.55

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Leavesbeneath our feetwe walk they breakdead like uspretend otherwisestave off inevitabilityThe red ashof his cigarettefallsand fire burnsin our wake.Sunday 160

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Boom.I awaken,move the curtains back.The sun is just coming up.A drunken, barefoot Asian girlstumbles from a bashed-up SUVon the wrong side of the street,next to the parked car it hit.She runs away,on the phone.A man comes.They get paperwork from the glovebox.And, drive off.55

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-36842689029661313842011-09-14T08:58:00.003-05:002011-09-14T09:00:46.133-05:00

It turns out that Morrison was right all along:people are strange.Some of them are so strange,they stalk you.

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Tutoring is starting to get to me this semester.Today is the second session I've had with an illiterate man that is a student at my school. Well, he's not illiterate. He probably reads at about a fourth grade level. He has taken the pre-credit reading & writing class that my school offers three times. He is now on his fourth time. He has flunked the class three times. My school continues to

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wind is caught in his hairit lifts him above mehe looks down and softly says"Leave."so I dobut he did not want me tobecause I hear a tear fallit haunts me alwaysSunday 160

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Say the word and you'll be free Say the word and be like me Say the word I'm thinking of Have you heard the word is love? It's so fine, It's sunshine It's the word, love In the beginning I misunderstood But now I've got it, the word is good Spread the word and you'll be free Spread the word and be like me Spread the word I'm thinking of Have you heard the word is love? It's so fine, It's

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I had the weirdest dream today. Bill Murray was in it and he was trying to make-out with me and it was really kind of awesome. But, he was a younger version. Like, his age was probably somewhere close to my age now. You know, like, 40. I take it I must have really liked him in that Hunter S. Thompson movie I watched. There were also three Lumpkins in my dream. And, it was all very lucid

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-53117354965244668472011-09-07T22:56:00.003-05:002011-09-07T23:13:49.374-05:00

There was a man busking on the subway platform on the way home from work a couple of hours ago.He was playing the violin.He had a sign that read:The Waiting Place....for people just waiting.And, I realized,I'm finally okay with....just waiting.Why do I have to be waiting for something? Isn't it far better to simply "wait"? I think so.It's the wait. It's the weight of the wait.It's all in how

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-48111574598538787752011-09-06T22:08:00.004-05:002011-09-07T06:18:00.431-05:00

Being as it may, today is the last day I will ever be in my thirties. Therefore, I feel as though I must blog.However, I really don't feel like I have much to say on the matter other than the above statement.Hmmmm....I guess, I could say that for the first time in my life, as I have All in the Family on the tele, I am identifying strongly with Archie and his wife for some reason or another.

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-15148507606491659862011-09-04T14:04:00.012-05:002011-09-04T21:03:08.377-05:00

It's Sunday. That means the best farmers' market in all the land is just a hop, skip, and a jump from my place today. Most Sundays I hop, skip, and jump over there and today was one of those Sundays. I hopped, I skipped, and I jumped--really, though, I take the long way there by walking about twenty blocks out of my way so I get a good hour of a walk in before I end up someplace that is really

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-40432823723650692212011-09-03T18:32:00.005-05:002011-09-03T18:58:30.779-05:00

It was a good day at work today. My friend gave me tea. I have a movie to watch starring Billy Murray as Hunter S. Thompson. Very exciting stuff. I'm going to make a tempeh burger for din-din tonight with soy cheddar, mixed greens, roasted red pepper, and horseradish hummus served with veggie chips and knowing me I will probably put mustard on my play of a gourmet vegan burger on whole

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-78647785472582672622011-09-02T22:49:00.004-05:002011-09-02T22:59:34.202-05:00

So, there is hotness in my logic class. Hotness that makes me laugh. Hotness that is extremely intelligent. Hotness with a sexy ass beard. Hotness who wears casual ties. Hotness who wears Mickey Mouse on his hoodies. I've known this hotness for a bit in a casual sense. But, I've never had him sit next to me in class before. Nor, had I ever ridden the escalator with him before. Nor, did I

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-24981194672096523042011-08-21T17:02:00.005-05:002011-08-21T17:49:24.858-05:00

I went to Little India today. I love Little India. I get my brows done for five bucks and I get to shop at Patel Brothers and get all sorts of exotic and yummy vegan delights on the cheap like paratha bread stuffed with potatoes and spices, cool frozen veggies like cut violet yams, coconut chutney, Indian ramen-type noodles, coconut juice, masala banana chips, mango cream sandwich cookies,

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-74378548378521577842011-08-20T15:58:00.002-05:002011-08-20T16:19:56.715-05:00

1. I am turning 40 soon. It does not seem so, but alas...'tis. 2. I am currently somewhere between a vegetarian and a vegan. I still eat fish and eggs, but no dairy, meat, poultry, or pork. Trader Joe is my lover. Whole Foods is sadly a mere fetish fantasy as my poorbie status has not changed, though... 3. I do have a job. What, you say? Strumpet has found employment she actually enjoys?

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-48991124413761658102011-08-19T16:16:00.003-05:002011-08-19T16:29:40.211-05:00

words are here again it is nice more words to follow been awhile much to say but then again nothing is new under the sun such is life push the rock it rolls back down paint the rock pink add glitter metal studs or something Bottoms up!

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-77278408464751915482010-09-24T13:09:00.003-05:002010-09-24T14:27:10.400-05:00

Well, trivia night was actually really fun. So much fun that we are doing it every Sunday now, even though it was only Hot Beard, one other bloke, and myself. After the pub quiz portion ended, however, our cult treasurer showed-up so that was cool. We are hoping that some of our newer cultists come out this Sunday. We also managed to recruit a non-cult member onto our team for this coming week

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-41786793259831846682010-09-17T12:23:00.004-05:002010-09-17T13:15:59.886-05:00

I hate that people are getting to know me at school. I prefer for that not to happen. I don't feel close to any of those people in any way and it all seems so fake and for what? Absolutely no reason. I want to take most of my school people--mostly my professor and Beard Boy, (yes, I think I found a name that's finally deemed suitable,)--and try and figure out how to put them on a privacy setting

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9/14/10I'm glad I got a seat. When I'm standing, cramped like sardine, I think differently. This rank aroma has me staring where I'm not supposed to stare. She's asleep, though. She has three Jewel bags, completely overstuffed with garbage, all tied tightly at the handles. I'm envious of her and her worldly possessions all wrapped up cozily in their plastic confines. She's probably my age,

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I am here for yet another round of torture. I think a big part of the problem is that I can't fucking type on this fucking keyboard, but I know there are other problems, too; though I can't tell you what those are because I don't know yet or I'd be on my way to fixing them. Anyhow, seeing as my posts are being eaten, it's hard for me to remember what I've spoken about on here and what I have not

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-48049653071698765262010-09-12T17:57:00.000-05:002010-09-12T18:29:06.161-05:00

This computer has eaten not one, not two, but THREE posts I have written out for you today.As a result, this is all that will be here today.The Powers That Be are quite obviously trying to tell me something.

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I need to learn to type with the thumb of my left hand tucked far, far under my palm. Also, this netbook is doing this strange thing where the cursor randomly jumps into a word I've already typed and what I'm currently typing starts in the middle of that word and all my sentences become jumbled nonsense. So, if I don't pay close attention, you may get an interesting phrase to decipher. I'm not

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-49352731622352235972010-09-10T19:58:00.003-05:002010-09-10T20:22:25.272-05:00

I got a netbook for my birthday. It came in the mail today. I have no idea how to use it, but the first thing I did was to figure out how to come here and write a post. It won't be a great post, because it's been awhile, but it'll be a post.Not much has changed in my life. I think since my last post I've obtained and quit two jobs. The last one I just quit on Monday. I do, however, have an open

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It's Thursday. Whaddaya know?I think I sort of have a job. But, we shall see if I actually go to it tomorrow and Sunday. I don't want to work there. It is the place I brought my resume to last week. They called for an interview, and I went to that on Tuesday. I do not want to go tomorrow. I do not want to go tomorrow. I do not want to go tomorrow.Waiting tables.Waiting tables.Waiting

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-79802870778810225142010-02-25T15:50:00.004-06:002010-02-25T16:10:49.808-06:00

Well, boys and girls...it looks like Thursday is the new day for Strumpet to blog. Woo-fucking-hoo.What has happened in a week? Not much.I still need a job. I went to one place and gave them a resume and they said they were going to call me next week. Do I want to work there? No. No, I do not. But, oh well.What else has happened? My Sociology professor wrote me a note that said she really

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I am back.On a whim.Today is the first day that I am attempting to remain 'on campus,' if you could call it that, throughout my entire day at school. The upside to this experiment means that I am hanging-out in the computer lab. Meh.Being on a computer lab computer means that I am not at home on my computer which currently has a Google re-direct virus. Since I have a Google re-direct virus, it

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Have you ever known someone who was .......only cool on paper.?Yeah, I know someone like that.Unfortunately.

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Alice Cooper - Feed My Frankenstein (Official Music Video) - More free videos are here It's Heavy Metal Saturday! Yay!!Feed me, Seymour.Bottoms up!

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She put the record on the turntableand took his hand.'Where are we going?' He asked.'Outer space,' she said.'But, I'm not dressed.''So.''But, I'm scared.''Never be scared to dance with the stars.That's what we're made of.''But...''You're gonna ruin it.''Ruin what?'Zoom.And she was rocketship gone.55Bottoms up!

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Bottoms up!

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So.I was just given the gift of episodes 2 & 3 of Dexter's new season on DVD by a VERY good friend of mine.THANK YOU, very good friend of mine!Consequently, trying NOT to fall into the hands of the Trinity Killer has been on my mind.Where does a Strumpet turn for advice on eluding the Trinity Killer?YouTube.But, of course.Which is where I found HER.Why should we listen to HER?1. She has SUCH a

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-37467546674019057822009-10-21T08:39:00.002-05:002009-10-21T08:40:58.200-05:00

Bottoms up!

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Answer: A hit searching 'Diary of a Crazy Person.' Question: Why Strumpet loves that her blog is un-privatized once again.Bonus Material: I have one page. One. Yep, I said one. Thank the Lord for 2-3 page paper assignments. And it has totally taken on a life of its own, my little paper. It's about Ophelia's struggle between her mask of innocence and virtue against her reality that she's

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Today I am making a batch of spicy chicken tortilla soup. This soup will serve as both lunch and dinner as I make my way through my paper on Hamlet, due on Tuesday.My goal is to finish by midnight. With a paper worthy of an A. Because I only got a B+ on my Julius Caesar in-class essay and I'm NOT happy about it. I'm pretty sure I've still snagged an A for the mid-term grade, cos I KNOW I aced

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-43726952228844493382009-10-17T11:05:00.003-05:002009-10-17T11:07:13.700-05:00

I would SO be a Thor groupie.SO.Retro Strumpet:THREESOME OF THE DAY!1. Thor2. Eric Northman3. Strumpet in Viking Love GloryBottoms up!

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it is scary to close a door sometimessome of usneverclose a doorthat needs closingwhich is sadbecause if you neverclose a doorthat lets sadness inyou can neverfind laughtersadness seems comfortablefor somei am not comfortable therei want morei want moremoremore55Bottoms up!

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Just one more reason why I need a fucking Snuggie.Bottoms up!

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-84877896135103589842009-10-14T10:49:00.004-05:002009-10-14T10:52:43.344-05:00

With a pinch of rock and a dose of rollI can warm you up if you get too coldI can bring you up when you're going downI can smash your head all over this town~~the runaways~~I cannot fucking WAIT for this movie.Michael Shannon, (ahem, 6'3") Chicago Theatre Guy, plays their producer and I have a HUGE hard-on for him. He's just so fucking talented. Joan is actually an executive producer on the

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-14413276083269251712009-10-13T21:49:00.007-05:002009-10-14T20:50:11.018-05:00

So, yesterday was all-you-can-eat tapas for $14.92. Ha! And $3 sangrias. Yum. And I got gifts! A notebook that says 'Hell is Other People' on the cover and a scarf that is so glam rock cool, I can't get over it. It's black acrylic and so, so soft with silver thread throughout. All from Urban. My favourite store ever right now. And gourmet hot cocoa packets. Strumpet does enjoy her hot

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-90173781853554335562009-10-12T10:10:00.002-05:002009-10-12T10:11:53.515-05:00

Ooh ooh ooh.Bottoms up!

Strumpethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01432352436492000057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14366280.post-40689726125838824262009-10-11T08:02:00.011-05:002009-10-11T13:32:02.540-05:00

This post will not make sense if I leave it up when I un-privatize, (I love my new made-up word,) my blog. But, I have to write it here. For it is here, that I am honest with myself.I don't mean this to be conceited. It is who I am. And, believe me--I'm nobody. I'm just me. I'm good with that. I don't want to be anyone else.Anywho.... Though, I cannot see these things in myself...I see

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Bottoms up!

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The nicest of vampireswho swim like submarines...The nicest of vampiresborn with fins...Areroughlyonly stories.Therefore,I rescind your invitation.

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BREEZEHer brisk brittlefingersmake their waythrough my long lockswhile walkingalong the streeton a cool autumn day.She whispers somethinginto my cold ear,and I try to listen.I think She saidto bundle upnext time.So I do.But, on that dayShe is shiningand She is overtly warm.Bitch.GUSTwhen I see himthoughts race through my mindlike a million winds going a million milesand I acheand I wantand I

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I am finding that one of the hardest things to do in life is to stop believing in someone you believe in. One of my worst qualities is that I believe in the good in people.I shouldn't. I know people suck ass. I know this. I am faced with it every day. To think someone, including myself, is above standing apart from the fact that every single one of us suck it.....is my fatal flaw.It will be

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People suck.And then you die.Bottoms up!

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Bottoms up!

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I think that humanity lacks balls. It's just too stupid to realize it. I, myself, being a part of humanity. I am no better, nor worse, than anyone else.Most days I am okay in this realization. In the realization that overall, humanity sucks ass. I live most days knowing what the general public is like and accepting it and trying to be complacent with it. When I am having difficulties with

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This beat goes on.......and I'm switchin' to glide.......I'm switchin' to glide.Bottoms up!

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Warning: I will be talking about Season One of True Blood. I have not seen any of Season Two. If you plan on watching/or are currently watching Season One, this post may have spoilers in it for you. So, read at your own risk. In fact, it WILL have spoilers. Cos I can't shut-up about this show.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I finally finished watching the last episode of

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I have brunch plans today. A 'nooner,' if you will. ^_~...At one of my favourite brunch places. They have Pancake Flights, and Frushi, and fresh juices that they make for you fresh after you check-off from a list what you would like in your juice, and they have coffee infused with orange.I will probably have one of their omelets, though. Either the Popeye, or the Green Eggs and Ham. And that

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Strumpet's head does very strange things when she allows it to get the best of her.I am no longer feeling like I did last night. I am not heartbroken because my very strange romantic situation remains as is....which is something I am not ready to talk about....er, write about, I guess, as it pertains to here.I have the mind of a two-year-old. As in all it does sometimes is go, 'Why?' 'Why?' '

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I am a romantic at heart.I only ever have feelings for one person at a time.I only ever long to be with one single person.My heart can only belong to one person.It is my nature.I am a hopeless romantic.Despite the direst of circumstances, despite the strangest of environs, despite my lack of patience or emotional capabilities.......I am nothing short of romantic.A very dirty, dirty romantic

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Bottoms up!

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I was invited to do four different things today.Instead I am here at my apartment drinking with my friends Bacardi Coco and Orange Juice.I could have FINALLY joined a gym, my brother was going to take me to his.I could have went to Pride.I could have went to check-out a band at Navy Pier, as one of the few cool chicks at work has a friend that is playing there tonight.I could have went to drink

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Strumpet is one of those people who is a lot of work.I feel like I am just better off to others, being alone.If that is pathetic, so be it. These are my feelings in this moment. They are real. They are what they are. The saying at the top of my blog has been there from the very onset. It is real too.I feel like it doesn't take a whole, whole lot to make me happy when I find it. But, once I

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I have plans with my brother today.We are either going to see The Hangover or to a street fest. I am not even sure which one I am leaning towards doing. I think it is up to me to choose. The Hangover sounds good because of air-conditioning and because it is supposed to be funny and funny is good. But, a street fest is probably more my speed because I love catching live music and browsing food

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Today is International Sushi Day. Or, at least it is on the Sushi Facebook Fanpage. Regardless, I am celebrating. I'm doing all-you-can-eat sushi at one of the places my Chef Friend recommended for me. It will be my third time there. It's BYOB--so's I'm going to pick up a bottle of sake to chill--AND it's only fucking $17.99. The menu is really extensive, the place is always packed, and

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This time of year is always a very hard one for Strumpet.This time of year is when my thoughts at night turn to my Dad. Cos he passed away about a month before I started this blog. Meaning, it was the four-year anniversary of his passing recently, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. In some ways, I started this blog to get my mind off things, in the first place.I guess what they

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Strumpet is a teakettle. There is all this stuff inside getting heated and hot and I can't talk about it with anyone or anything not that I usually talk about much with anyone or anything but still. So, I am a teakettle. I will be walking down State Street the Great Street one day very soon enough with all this stuff getting heated and hot inside and ready to boil and one day it will boil and

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I work tonight. Blah.I'm not very excited.I haven't been there since last Tuesday. So, I guess it was nice to be away. Wednesday, I gave away my shift to the food runner, named Santi, who I recently trained. Even though he is now trained as a server, he is still only getting food-running shifts. He had asked me the day before how he should go about trying to obtain server shifts, and asked

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...what I wouldn't give for that jacket.....Bottoms up!

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Strumpet cooked.She made tri-colour bowtie pasta with roasted garlic olive oil with sausage and peppers. Served with a Spanish rosé.And dessert is a li'l bit of Me First and the Gimme Gimmes.All of them.Yum.Oh....where my head does go....Bottoms up!

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baby, i don't rememberi don't remember the wayyou wore your hairi don't remember the wayyou walkedthe way you talkedi don't rememberthe size of your handsor the sadness in your eyesthat scared mecos it's in mine tooi don't rememberthe teeth in your smiledid you smile?i don't rememberyour geetar standBut, baby, i want toi want to rememberthe way you'd love meif you'd let mejust fuckin' hold your

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*Sucky.*Retarded.*Stupid.*Sad.*Hurt.*Confused.*Ever-aroused, even in despair.*Crying.*Mad.*Angry.*Smiling at my cat.*Banging my head.*Making a Big Deal of Nothing*Misunderstood^^^All the faces of Strumpet in the room with me available to satisfy each and every Dave Mustaine in the video above.Simultaneously.This video is like a Head-bangin’ Strumpet’s Wet Dream from the Gods.Though, it HAS to be

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It is strange how random events throughout the course of a single afternoon can completely change a person's composure.I thought I was doing better. I thought I was being healthy and focusing on positive things. I tried to stay driven to following my heart and staying true to who and what I am, and therefore thinking that if I did that, everything else would just fall into place....eventually.I

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I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name I want to feel, sunlight on my face See that dust cloud disappear without a trace I want to take shelter from the poison rain Where the streets have no name ~~you too Bottoms up!

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I was feelin' kind of randy,and all I could think about was candy.So, I flipped a switch on my candy cane stick,and everything was just dandy.Bottoms up!

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notes of import:Slave Dave: Mistress Delicious got your back.Parsley Woman: I love you.Bottoms up!

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My life is a COMPLETE MESS.I don't know why I even bother to leave the apartment any more or communicate whatsoever, because it only seems to fuck shit up even more.I don't see the point.So, I lay here with my cat and my barely-connecting internet and just want to crawl in a hole, because that is the ONLY way that my life will seem okay.Because NOTHING in life is okay.Nothing.Except Lumpkin, who

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I don't have much to say these days. I feel like if I rant about my feelings here, lately, it will only make them all the more concrete and I don't want that.I have my review tomorrow morning for my final exam. I love this class and I adore Luciano and I don't want the semester to end.Because I don't know when I am going to be able to afford to even take a single class again. I want to go to

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Bottoms up!

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My job is eating away at me.I don't even know where Strumpet has gone anymore.I've been there since just before Christmas and I have no idea where she has gone in that short amount of time.I knew this job would suck me away.But, a Strumpet's gotta pxdsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssLumpkin did that.Sorry.I think she wants me to stop right there.So, I will.

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Strumpet is going crazy.I know that is a perpetual thing with me.But, every time it happens, it still sucks just as much.

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Tengo un lapiz grande.¿Quieres verlo?¡Sancho!

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I think that when I see this, I should bring a plastic seat covering for my chair.Between Wolverine and whatever character Liev Schreiber is playing....I may even need a mop.There's just something about men with fangs... and Hugh Jackman with wicked 'burns and metal claws.I see them fighting in the preview... and I just want to bring them a nice steak whilst all dressed up in something

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Bottoms up!

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My thoughts are so solid you can cut them with a knife.My words upon the page are so strong they don't need brass knuckles to knock you to the ground.Figments of my imagination turn themselves right-side out to appear between the lines.My skin is hot as I write this.My breath is fast.My heart beats quickly.My land is your land.And this is it.69Bottoms up!

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Guess what I found today?It was the strangest thing.I was sitting on my couch, and staring at the floor, when all of a sudden the sun brought about a reflection upon something under the television. When I realized that this something was a button, I became quite elated.Especially, because, even though I have lost many a button in my day, I just KNEW that this button was my Skeletor button. I

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I did not have to work last night.It was apparently dead, as foreseen by the low amount of reservations, and I was offered to stay home.So, I did. I watched 'I Married A Monster From Outer Space.' Before that, I went for an hour long walk at dusk. I passed by some sort of bicycle thing on Logan Blvd; there had to be at least a thousand bikers all out in their bicycle glory. It was pretty cool

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Bottoms up!

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Have you seen her, have you heardThe way she plays there are no wordsTo describe the way I feelHow could it ever come to passShe'll be the first, she'll be the lastTo describe the way I feelThe way I feelHave you seen her, have you heardThe way she plays there are no wordsTo describe the way I feel~~the Stone RosesBottoms up!

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