Se viene a mi atención que la muchacha del trabajo, la basura blanca, pudo leer mi blog. Mane que está apenas muy bien con mí, porque para ella puede ver una vez cómo realmente me siento sobre su asno mudo en vez de tener que fingir ser agradable. El dios, la basura blanca es tan bueno para nada. Pero de todos modos, la vida es bastante buena hoy. El BI y yo del ayer por la noche enfriamos y miramos la televisión y acaban de comemos las cervezas de un par, muy relajando. El trabajo estaba hoy muy bien, sucedido no mucho, y finalmente he conseguido el cierre de algunos préstamos. Agradezca a dios. KS me llamó de trabajo, y él dijo que él estará en Groucho esta noche hasta cerca de diez, yay, así que conseguiré verlo. Ese marcas yo feliz. ¿En cuanto a porqué este poste está en español, por qué el infierno no? La fuerza también hace interesar de las cosas. Voy a encontrar un traductor mejor pronto, miedo no.
I'll just let the title and the following videos/lyrics speak for themselves. I'm too emotionally exhausted to make an effort.
"The Origin of Love" - Hedwig & the Angry Inch
When the earth was still flat, And the clouds made of fire, And mountains stretched up to the sky, Sometimes higher, Folks roamed the earth Like big rolling kegs. They had two sets of arms. They had two sets of legs. They had two faces peering Out of one giant head So they could watch all around them As they talked; while they read. And they never knew nothing of love. It was before the origin of love.
The origin of love
And there were three sexes then, One that looked like two men Glued up back to back, Called the children of the sun. And similar in shape and girth Were the children of the earth. They looked like two girls Rolled up in one. And the children of the moon Were like a fork shoved on a spoon. They were part sun, part earth Part daughter, part son.
The origin of love
Now the gods grew quite scared Of our strength and defiance And Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all With my hammer, Like I killed the giants." And Zeus said, "No, You better let me Use my lightening, like scissors, Like I cut the legs off the whales And dinosaurs into lizards." Then he grabbed up some bolts And he let out a laugh, Said, "I'll split them right down the middle. Gonna cut them right up in half." And then storm clouds gathered above Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down From the sky in bolts Like shining blades Of a knife. And it ripped Right through the flesh Of the children of the sun And the moon And the earth. And some Indian god Sewed the wound up into a hole, Pulled it round to our belly To remind us of the price we pay. And Osiris and the gods of the Nile Gathered up a big storm To blow a hurricane, To scatter us away, In a flood of wind and rain, And a sea of tidal waves, To wash us all away, And if we don't behave They'll cut us down again And we'll be hopping round on one foot And looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you We had just split in two. You were looking at me. I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, But I could not recognize, Cause you had blood on your face; I had blood in my eyes. But I could swear by your expression That the pain down in your soul Was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain, Cuts a straight line Down through the heart; We called it love. So we wrapped our arms around each other, Trying to shove ourselves back together. We were making love, Making love. It was a cold dark evening, Such a long time ago, When by the mighty hand of Jove, It was the sad story How we became Lonely two-legged creatures, It's the story of The origin of love. That's the origin of love.
"Whisky in the Jar" - Metallica
"Dragula" - Rob Zombie
"Somewhere" - Il Divo
Somewhere
There's a place for us, Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere
There's a time for us, Some day a time for us, Time together and time to spare, Time to learn, time to care …
Some day Somewhere We'll find a new way of living, We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere …
There's a place for us, Somewhere a place for us Time together and time to spare, Time to learn, time to care …
Some day Somewhere We'll find a new way of living, We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere …
Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow, Some day, Somewhere!
BI came into my room this morning, wasted to the point where he could barely talk/walk, and told me he was okay. Now, I'm not the type of roommate, or even as a girlfriend, to really check up on someone. But I had called to see when he would be home, so I could leave the light on and leave the door unlocked, and he'd said he'd be home around 02:00-ish. So, I went to bed around 01:00. Four and a half hours later he was telling me he had just gotten home. I'm like WTF. Then he says his wallet was stolen, so I tell him to look in his car (hoping he hadn't driven but figuring he had) and he says (thank god) that HB brought him home. Then he leaves. Then he comes back in. "Somebody knocked my wallet off the dresser and everything is okay now." Somebody, I suppose, was Natasia, his cat. So I snuck downstairs, got my purse and my keys, and locked myself in my room. Not because I don't trust him, not at all, but because he was SO drunk that I thought he might take my keys and take off for some reason or another. Just wanted to be safe... and I locked my door cuz I needed to get some fucking sleep!
So last night was interesting. I got drunk, in front of the computer, and surfed the internet. I talked to DK for awhile, and that was about it. Not much happened. I watched some TV, went to bed after talking to Cat, blah blah. Boring. Oh well, that's how I like it.
Today at work was great, other than OH being ridiculously rude and not doing her job, as usual. I finally got tired of it and told DD that I don't want to work on any of her files anymore cuz I can't take the disrespect and attitude that I get from her. I tried to talk with her and DD together, calmly and professionally, but it kinda went like this:
Me: "I'm tired of having to ask you for the same stips over and over again and not getting anything from you." Her: "You're a bitch."
This is what happens when you try and assimilate white trash into white collar settings. I told you we should deport them to Mexico but nooooooooooo nobody wants to listen to ME! Anyway, she finally pissed me off so much by lying straight to DD about me that I fucking walked out of his office and shut down my computer and walked out. I called him while I was out, apologized for blowing up (right before I walked out I said "YOU NEVER WANT TO WORK ON YOUR FUCKING FILES!") and tried to figure something out. Basically, I'm going to keep being the better person, the higher class person, and not work on her shit anymore. Fuck it.
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that face. Even your emotions had an echo In so much space
And when you're out there Without care, Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much
Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Probably
And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice, that's my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are, Ha ha ha bless your soul You really think you're in control
Well, I think you're crazy I think you're crazy I think you're crazy Just like me
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb And all I remember is thinking, I wanna be like them Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun And it's no coincidence I've come And I can die when I'm done
I know I already posted this video and the lyrics about a month and a half ago, but you know what? It's become REAL this time. Really real. Note my notations in the lyrics, and also remember that I'm not saying that what this Anonymous said is what hurts, I'm referring to the situation from whence I've emerged.
"Not Ready to Make Nice" - The Dixie Chicks
Forgive, sounds good. [I can always forgive.] Forget, I'm not sure I could. [I'll never forget.] They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting. [It hasn't been that long, but this really hurt.]
I'm through, with doubt, There's nothing left for me to figure out, [I'm happy now, without you in my life.] I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying. [In tears and anger.]
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell, And I don't have time To go round and round and round. [Life moves on without you!] It's too late to make it right, I probably wouldn't if I could. Cause I'm mad as hell, Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should. [Admit to something I never did.]
I know you said, Why can't you just get over it? It turned my whole world around, and I kind of like it. [Now that you're gone, I'm happier than ever.]
I made my bed, and I sleep like a baby, With no regrets and I don't mind saying, It's a sad sad story When a mother will teach her daughter That she ought to hate a perfect stranger. [Perhaps his family could have been objective?] And how in the world Can the words that I said Send somebody so over the edge That they'd write me a letter, Saying that I better shut up and sing Or my life will be over?! [Well she didn't say "sing" but she said shut up!]
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell, And I don't have time To go round and round and round. It's too late to make it right, I probably wouldn't if I could. Cause I'm mad as hell, Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should,
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell, And I don't have time To go round and round and round. It's too late to make it right, I probably wouldn't if I could. Cause I'm mad as hell, Can't bring myself to do what it is You think I should.
Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting. [But in the end, I'm glad you're gone. All of you.]
And it's wonderful. KS called me today on his lunch break. I almost had 117 cows.
Now it's time for a video! This video came on while KS and I were laying in bed Saturday morning. It was the first time I'd ever seen it, and I already liked the song, so now when I hear it, I'm reminded of that wonderful moment when he woke up and looked into my eyes. *grin*
"Candyman" by Christina Aguilera
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine) Candy man, candy man
(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine) Sweet, sugar, candy man
Hey, uh I met him out for dinner on a Friday night He really got me working up an appetite He had tattoos up and down his arm There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm He's a one stop jive, makes my panties drop He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man
Ooh, yeah, yeah He took me to this cotton club on Hollywood & Vine We drank champagne and we danced all night We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise) .... He's a one stop jive, makes my cherry pop He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (ooh yeah) A sweet talkin sugar coated candy man
(Scatting)
Hey, yeah Oh, yeah
He's a one stop jive, makes my cherry pop He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh) A sweet talkin sugar coated candy man
Whoa, yeah Well, by now I?m getting all bothered and hot [ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ] When he hits my mouth he really hits the spot He got lips like sugar cane, oh Good things come for those who wait
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine) Candy man, candy man (Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine) Candy man, candy man
(Sweet, sugar, candy man) He's a one stop, gotcha hot, makin all the panties drop (Sweet, sugar, candy man) He's a one stop, got me hot, makin' my *uh* pop (Sweet, sugar, candy man) He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop (Sweet, sugar)
He got those lips like sugar cane Good things come for ones who wait He's a one stop jive with a real big *uh* He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (Say what) a sweet talkin sugar coated candy man (Say) a sweet talkin sugar coated candy man, woo A sweet talkin sugar coated candy man
Oooh, whoa Candy man, candy man Candy man, candy man Candy man, candy man...
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine Jane lost her grip and down she fell Jane lost her grip and down she fell Squared herself away as she let out a yell Squared herself away as she let out a yell)
Anonymous said: "I know if i was ever accused of it no one would believe it because they have met me and know that I am from the class of people who don't say those words. It would have never have been an issue. You should really watch your language and that way no one will ever make that mistake."
Well see, "Anonymous", that was my whole issue. I'm from a MUCH higher class of people than Poke and his friends. I've never been to jail, I've never been on house arrest, never been arrested for dealing drugs or domestic violence, I don't have several illegitimate children, etc. They're used to people talking that way! I, on the other hand, never would. I have a real job, I don't work at a carryout or live off welfare, I have a nice savings account, I DON'T LIVE WITH MY PARENTS, and so forth. Trust me, I'm a much MUCH higher class of people than they are. I'm amused by your comment, because it's obvious that you don't know me in real life, and, if you do, then it's apparent you're too chicken to tell me what you really think. You see, Poke and his friends come from the Jerry Springer class of society - aka, White Trash. I come from the upper-middle class of society - my parents are still married, I got a great private school education, I never wanted for anything, be it love or material things. I'm an awesome person, and I won't let anyone bring me down. (Oh no, we got to keep on mooooving.)
So, fuck you! Hehehe, I've been such a happy girl lately that I don't really give a flying fuck if you think I'm "of such a class" because I know I'm of a high class of people and you, most likely, are not. I could be wrong, you could just be talking out of your ass, but who knows. Generally speaking, those who randomly attack others instead of looking at things objectively tend to be lower class because they haven't learned proper manners/etiquette. Telling me to "watch my language" is amusing - are you my mom? I've talked to my BLACK friends, one of whom I consider one of my best friends, RM, and they were as shocked as I was to hear I was being accused of these things. "You? Call someone that? Why would I even be friends with you if I thought you were that kind of person?"
OH yeah! He's 31. I'm 25. Not too bad. When I was 18 my fiancee was 30, so whatev. The older the man the more likely he will be on my maturity level! Hahaha!
And, you all should check out the comment left on my post titled "Why." I'm pretty sure D*Martin left it, but I don't know 100%. Whoever it was, they're fucking retarded. I never said it was alright to call someone a nigger/negro/retarded, in fact, I was so upset because I was being accused of it! If I thought it was okay, duh, I wouldn't have tried to defend myself. But anyway. Some people just like to hit the pipe.
D*Martin and I are no longer friends. Friday night just before BI and I left for Groucho's, D*Martin sent me a text saying that he was fired for no reason and would be boycotting Cat's shows. I tried calling him, thinking it was a joke, but he didn't answer. We get to karaoke and I'm talking to Cat trying to figure out what's going on, and she shows me this conversation that she and D*Martin had. What happened was as follows: she was on her way to Groucho's, when D*Martin sent her a text saying he just dropped off the CDs at her house (about 15 minutes away from Groucho's) because something came up and he couldn't make it to the bar. She replied that now she was going to be late cuz she had to go all the way back home. He got pissy, saying something like "things come up" and she reminded him that she had told him at 3pm that day (this was at about 9pm) to drop off the stuff at the bar, and the fact that he didn't do it was very inconsiderate. His reply? "Up Yours." TO HIS FRIEND AND BOSS!!
So, I called him out. I told him that he hadn't been fired for no reason, and that I had seen the texts they sent back and forth. He went off on me! Called me a fat pig, said it was no wonder I can't keep a man, and other nasty things. Then he apologized and said he was just angry and I had made it worse. I told him that I was more than willing to be objective, and I know people say things they don't mean when they're angry. Then he started talking more shit to Cat, and then again to me. At this point, I've had enough of his shit, so whatever, it's over. You can't talk to my best friend, who is supposed to be your boss even, like that and you can't talk to me like that and expect to get away with it. This continued all weekend. One minute he's apologizing and saying he doesn't want me to hate him, and when I try and talk to him he talks more shit. I told him he brought it all on himself and he said that the only thing I know how to do is point the finger at someone else. I told him he's not hurting my feelings, and he said that he couldn't believe I called someone a retard and I make him sick. I don't understand WTF is going on with him, how he could turn on us so quickly, the two people who were supposed to be his best friends. It's very sad.
On a GREAT note, I had an awesome time on Friday at Groucho's, despite D*Martin's jackassery. KS was there... not KS the russian, but a new KS. Coincidentally named Kevin as well! Anyway. I've known him for about two months, met him around my birthday time, and he's always been super nice. I made a bad impression, being drunk and mouthy, but he still liked me and would buy me a beer every time I sang a song he liked, which was always! But I digress. KS happened to be in rehab with me, which made Poke a lil uncomfortable, which I found amusing. We talked while we were there, after I finally realised it was him, but when he found out I had a man he kinda shied away a little bit. We did eat breakfast together two mornings though, and would talk a little bit when we were out smoking. *sigh* I'm happy just thinking about him, so I'll get to the point. I totally dug this guy before Poke and I got back together, but I was too shy to say anything. Well Friday night he was at Groucho's when I got there, and I walked straight over and sat down next to him. I surely was not going to waste any time getting to know this dude. We talked, it was great, by the end of the night I was like putty in his hands. It was so awesome. He's so fucking nice it's ridiculous. Nothing but compliments coming out of his mouth, and it was great because they were all genuine. KS wasn't using lines to get me in bed or anything, as a matter of fact, we didn't even really talk about sex at all.
So I took him home with me.
For three hours, he literally ravished me... no sex. None. It was awesome. He had been saying all night that he couldn't wait to kiss me, and when we finally kissed, omg, it was awesome. I need to backtrack though, lol. When we got home and went upstairs, he immediately started lighting all the candles in my room. That was so cool. He made the room so romantic, and with my hangy thing and all the passion, it was just wonderful. *sigh* We did attempt to have some sex, after all this ravishing, but we were both so exhausted by that time that there was really no point to it, hahaha. He stayed the night, of course, and in the morning when we woke up (in each other's arms, no less! We cuddled all night while we were sleeping!) I asked him if I was still as beautiful as he thought the night before. He said yes, possibly more so. *shiver* How awesome. We're not dating yet, but hopefully this Friday something substantial will happen. Haha, I asked him if I was his girlfriend and he was like, "Not yet, but soon!" *sigh* I feel like a kid right now, it's awesome. Saturday I was bummed that he didn't call me, and then BI made me realise that I hadn't given him my number. So I called and left him a message around 11pm, and he called me yesterday, twice, from work. Yay! I won't get to see him til Friday, cuz he's working 8am-8pm this week, and neither one of us has driving privileges after 8pm (haha!) so that will suck, but he said he'll give me a call. I really hope this works out, he makes me feel special. I haven't had that in years, literally.
Yesterday my parents brought over the new TV and entertainment center. Well, technically, it's an old TV and a really old entertainment center, but they are both in top shape and shit, they were free. Yeah, my damn parents decided to get a frickin' plasma TV, woop-dee-doo. So, anyway, we moved the white dresser up to my room and put the silver TV in there, and now we have a big TV and a real entertainment center for the living room. Happy happy, joy joy! My mom also gave me my easter basket (ok, everyone at once, "awww!") which had $20 gift cards to BK and Chipotle, a $10 card for Wendy's, some Cadbury Creme Eggs, a nightgown with a kitty on it, some kitty socks, and... I can't remember what else. OH! Jelly Beans. Mmmmm.
BI is a very very great roommate. He's accommodating and fun and respectful. It's cool. Saturday when he finally came downstairs, we were talking and I said that KS was very swell. BI goes, "Yeah, sounded like it!" and I told him that we didn't even have sex. He was baffled, but made the best remark ever: "Well, even so, he lasted longer than Poke ever did!" ROFL! I love BI.
We went to Eldo's for karaoke because I had to sing off against the two people who qualified with me last Sunday. One dude didn't show up, but the other girl did, so it was just her and I. I sang "Before he Cheats" and she sang some Jimmy Buffet song with spanish lyrics. She did very well, and I was glad to have some good competition. The other nights were pretty shitty, except for Friday which was probably the best night of the whole contest. But anyway, I won last night, so that means I have a chance to go to Beulah Park and compete for $1,000. I doubt I'll even place, but that's fine. At least I did well enough to get there and people will hear me sing other than just my karaoke friends!
Now that I've posted a novella here, have a look at this shit which is kewl, and I will let you go.
Kelly & Kevin
81% Compatible
♥ Kelly and Kevin have very recently begun dating. The age difference may create some difficulties in terms of compatibility. However, similar personality descriptions are a plus. Their shared faith will help form a bond between them. They both drink, so there is no incompatibility there. Both are also sports fans, and that can bring people together. However, their astrological signs are not in harmony. Their common love of animals is good thing. And their views on children are similar. Both are sexually-uninhibited. Overall, Kelly and Kevin are quite compatible. There are a few rough spots, but nothing that cannot be overcome. ♥
Favorite Song: "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by George Harrison
Favorite Movie: The Little Mermaid Favorite Sport: Hockey Favorite Season: Fall Favorite Day: March 17 / October 31
Favorite Ice Cream: None, but if I *have* to choose I'd say some kind of coffee
Favorite Time of Day: Night.
9 CURRENTS
Current Mood: Vindicated.
Current Taste: Old cheese popcorn and diet coke plus
Current Clothes: Sandals, Jeans, Shirt, Panties, Bra
Current Desktop: EMU! Current Toenail Color: Oxford Wine by Avon
Current Time: 14:11
Current Surroundings: Office shit
Current Thoughts:
What a stupid fucker.
I can't wait to go to Groucho's.
I'm gonna try and fuck that one boy tonight.
"Waverick" is a funny fucking word.
I miss D*Martin, I haven't seen him in forever.
Do I have a headache?
8 FIRSTS
First Best Friend: MEI
First Kiss: Kevin Krusoe
First Screen Name: l6e6i6la (yahoo)
First Pet: When I arrived, there were three cats: Squeaky, Spunky, and Puffy (the mom and 2 kittens)
First Piercings: Ears, age five
First Crush: Kevin Krusoe. I was determined to marry his ass, all the way up til he went into a coma. If he ever comes out, I'll probably consider it again.
First CD: Sublime
7 LASTS
Last Cigarette: Six minutes ago
Last Drink: Diet coke plus
Last Car Ride: From home to work
Last Kiss: Wednesday morning around 4am (fuck him)
