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    Jun 06
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    I am such a dirty girl sometimes.

    I think with the next paycheck, we’re going to hit the hardware store. There’s some supplies we’re a bit short on.

    I can’t wait.

    Apr 24
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    Apr 23
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    Since when is it okay to say "fishes"?

    Saturday at 10 a.m. I am due at some schmancy salon in Silverlake (which is supposed to be one of those “upandcominghip” neighborhoods in LA) to lend my waist-long head full of hair to a television show for styling and publicity.

    This is my big break! I am gunna be a movie starrrrr.

    (the job market is so depressing)

    Apr 18
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    This article explains why a yearling could weigh under 400 pounds and not be a miniature horse.

    Link here.

    The article is from April 8th. It goes into some detail about an animal cruelty bust in NY State on a Thoroughbred farm.

    Now all hatred of the Thoroughbred industry aside, this just goes above and beyond the normal ethically sketchy practices that are commonplace.

    All of the 160+ horses seized were shown to be suffering from malnutrition, 40 of which examined by the vet to be severely malnourished, and this:

    “The horse, a colt who will be 1 year old on April 28, weighed 364 pounds, or nearly half the normal weight for a yearling.”

    Apr 11
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    Jason's mother is in the hospital.

    We’re awaiting the results of tests to tell us why she stopped breathing (this time).

    I feel helpless.

    Not only to help her, but to help him — He’s the type that doesn’t really say much when he’s going through something. I know by experience the best thing I can do is sit back and wait for when he’s ready to address it, if ever; I just worry about the festering of the emotional load brought on by one having to perform CPR on one’s own mother.

    Apr 02
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    DO YOU WANT A VAGINA FULL OF AIDS? THEN DON’T USE A CONDOM!
    Mar 23
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    I've been thinking about sm a bit too much lately.

    I enjoy pornumentaries.

    (side note: “pornumentaries” did not get flagged on firefox’s auto-spellcheck)

    I’ve watched a lot of them lately. Suffice it to say, it doesn’t make me want to fuck. It makes me laugh. I’ve always considered getting a job working in the industry. Not fucking. Something clerical that doesn’t involve a jizzmop. (Too bad I don’t live in the bay area, because I’d kill to work for kink.com.) You know, for funny-ha-ha material.

    I got into the “Deeper Throat” series that’s been rerunning on Showtime the past six weeks… in case you haven’t seen it, it’s a realityshowpornumentary about Vivid entertainment’s production of their sequel to the classic. Ohhhh goddddd is it bad. I hate reality television, and reality television about overtanned pornographer executives is just downright odd. I enjoy a good trainwreck from time to time though, and there was enough terribly funny behavior to actually keep me interested.

    That having been said:

    I’d love to see/find/suggest a SM pornumentary. I think it would do the world a bit of good. And I’m not talking about “Give me a spanking, daddy!” SM… more, I think, predicament bondage/flogging/beating/subspace/domination/forcible throatfucking/whathaveyou. And give it the same funny ha-ha spin as every other pornumentary that’s ever been made, because when it all comes down to it:

    It’s hilarious.

    That is all.

    Mar 22
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    via: giugiu and a bunch of other people.

This.. is me. Yep. I don’t want the teeshirt, but it’s pretty self explanatory.

    via: giugiu and a bunch of other people.

    This.. is me. Yep. I don’t want the teeshirt, but it’s pretty self explanatory.

    Mar 19
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    “Okay. I’m inside. What now?”
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    The only time I’ve ever been star-struck. ROYCE motherfucking GRACIE came in my store today.
Sadly, I have no photographic proof.. I was too busy trying to grab my jaw off the floor and fumbling with a marker while attempting to take his order like some sort of sadly unprofessional highschool girl.
Did I talk to him? No. I should have slyly slipped it into conversation (Me: “Can I have your name? For your drink?” Him: —pause. dumb white girl will not be able to spell “Royce” as “Royce” is pronounced “Hoyce”— “Gracie.” After this I SHOULD HAVE SAID “Oh as in Gracie Jiu Jitsu RIGHT? BECAUSE YOU’RE FAMOUS AND I LOVE YOU?”)

Sigh.

    The only time I’ve ever been star-struck. ROYCE motherfucking GRACIE came in my store today.

    Sadly, I have no photographic proof.. I was too busy trying to grab my jaw off the floor and fumbling with a marker while attempting to take his order like some sort of sadly unprofessional highschool girl.

    Did I talk to him? No. I should have slyly slipped it into conversation (Me: “Can I have your name? For your drink?” Him: —pause. dumb white girl will not be able to spell “Royce” as “Royce” is pronounced “Hoyce”— “Gracie.” After this I SHOULD HAVE SAID “Oh as in Gracie Jiu Jitsu RIGHT? BECAUSE YOU’RE FAMOUS AND I LOVE YOU?”)

    Sigh.