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.
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.
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)
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.”
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.
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.
via: giugiu and a bunch of other people.
This.. is me. Yep. I don’t want the teeshirt, but it’s pretty self explanatory.
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.