Did you just insinuate that I'm a swine? (dA)

* Mood: Pain
* Listening to: the tv
* Drinking: 7-Up and Gatorade

Okay, I don't have Swine Flu, but I have the flu. Going to the doctor yielded today that I had a fever of 104. Which I thought was fun. Anyway, now I'm stuck in bed and drinking gatorade. Will write soon.
Love,
Sarai

Little Anti-Christ

Current mood:catalyzed

Sarai says:
I'm glad that it went well EW!! My mom just turned on Charles Stanley on the TV

Trent says:
Who's charles stanley?

Sarai says:
TV Evangelist I fucking hate him. Partially because I used to listen to him all the time and I hate the effect he has on me.
Which is why I feel like the church I grew up in was a cult. And still is
All Christianity is a cult. It is providing one with a sense of love and fortune even in the most hateful and unfortunate times and then turns its back on you when you really need that security
Plus Christianity will never work as long as people follow along with it
Because people are stupid and will abuse it and change the intention
and then you are left with a cult and a thousand hurt people who think they are going to Heaven
Much the reason I hate one of my ex-pastors. Because I feel like a stupid child who has done something incredibly wrong and that this man really loves me when really he loves controlling me.

Trent says:
That's my little antichrist.
*Hug*

Sarai says:
lol.
I'm glad you like what I have to say.

Trent says:
*grins*

Sarai says:
My mom would be scandalized

Trent says:
By what you have to say?

Sarai says:
Oui

Trent says:
LoL

Something Really Cool!!

Current mood:bouncy

Hee hee!! I discovered something I find more than a little amusing, its this:

Pomegranate (whom as most of you know has been giving me grief) is still subscribed to my blogs, but can't read them or access them because you have to be my FRIEND to read them. AND she can't unsubscribe because my profile is Private. I don't know why this makes me giggle, but it does.

Anyway, moving on, Something that also makes me giggle:

LIFE!!

Life is some pretty funny shit. Especially when you find out things like, oh, I don't know, the fact that our van is going to need a BRAND NEW ENGINE! Yeah, It needs a WHOLE NEW ENGINE! Yep, isn't that funny shit?

Anyway, got to talk to Fawn today, she is doing well.

I forgot what else I was going to say, so all for now. Check out the Crazy MySpace blog, it has some amusing news articles and an amusing video of Gackt subtitled in English so that everyone can read it. ^^

All for now!! PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Phil... Our Romance is Over... I'm Sorry! ^^ (dA)

* Mood: Humor
* Listening to: the phone ring
* Reading: "Once upon a Marigold" Jean Ferris
* Drinking: Mt. Dew

Dear Phil,
I don't really know how to tell you this, our romance is over. I think I realized it last year when you peed your pants at the Mental Hospital and I saw you sit on Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection. I'm sure you're open enough to understand that I'm allergic to your earlobes. I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I hate your cooking and I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo.
Greetings to your frog Leonard,
Sarai


Here's how it's done:

Dear (someone you recently talked to),
I don't really know how to tell you this,(1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4)(5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).
(12),
(Your name)

Then you tag 10 people
~Darkest-Concubine
~dDaAVV
~DaYog
*Fangfingers
~liveybaby69
~Kano-Arina
*SahTheDreamer
~Syphon27
=drjimmymrjim
*SatinRain

Okay, so here's how you do it...


1) What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - I'm in love with your cat
Red - Our affair is over
White - I’m joining the Convent
Black -Our romance is over
Green- Our socks don't match
Grey - You're a leprechaun
Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you
Other -I dislike your eyelashes

2) Which is your birth month?
January - That night you picked your nose
February -When I quoted Forest Gump
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on peanut butter
May - When I finally changed my underwear
June - When you put cuffs on me
July – When I saw the purple monkey
August - When you smacked my elbow
September - Last year when you peed your pants
October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub
November - When your dog bit my leg
December - When i threw out your sock drawer

3) Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Chicken- In your car
Pasta - Outside of your office
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner
Lasagna - In your closet
Kebab - With Jean Chrétien
Seafood - In a clown suit
Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert
Pizza - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a street light
Other - With George Bush and Stephen Harper

4) What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Ignore
Red - Put whipped cream on
Black - Hit on
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - bite off
Orange - rubbed anti-bacterial soap on
Pink - Pull the pants off of
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive over

5) What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My boyfriend
White - My father
Grey – The Catholic Priest
Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie
Purple - My corned beef hash
Red – My knee caps
Blue - My salt-beef bucket
Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana
Orange - My Blink 182 cd
Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection
Other --The elephant in the corner

6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?
One Tree Hill - Senile
Heroes- Frostbitten
Lost - High
Simpsons- Cowardly
The news - Scarred
American Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Open
Gossip Girl - Middle-class
Annat - Shamed

7) Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful you are
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men
Angry - That your smell makes me vomit
Depressed – That we’re related
Excited - That I may pee my pants
Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you
Worried - That your Ford sucks
Apathetic - That you need a sex-change
Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes
Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist
Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid
Other - That your driving sucks

8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your toe ring
Yellow - Your love letters to me
Red - The pictures from Vegas
Black - Your pet rock
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - Your car
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your nose hair clippers
Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear
Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear

9) The first letter of your first name?
A/B - My virginity
C/D - Your photo with the mustache drawn on it
E/F - Your neighbors dog
G/H - The oil tank from your car
I/J - Your left ear
K/L - The results of that blood-sample
M/N - Your glass eye
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X – Your sucide note
Y/Z - Your credit cards

10) The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Love your sweet, sweet lips
C/D - Always will remember the pep talks
E/F -Never will forget that night
G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.
I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly
K/L - Hate your cooking
M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching
O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises
Q/R - Get sick when I think of your feet
S/T - Always wanted to break your legs
U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart
W/X - Haven’t showered in a month
Y/Z – am better off without you

11) What do you prefer to drink?
Wine- Our friendship is ruined
Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon
Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo
Milk - The apartment building is on fire
Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this
Cider– You ruined my attempts at another world war.
Juice – I have a passionate interest for mice
Snapple/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked out
Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird
Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey
Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine
Other – you should stop picking your nose

12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand – Warm tingly sensations
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
France - Love always
Spain - With tears of sadness
China – You make me sick
Germany – Please don’t hurt me
Japan - Go milk a cow
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
USA - Best of luck on the sex change
Egypt – Kiss my butt
England - Go drown yourself

Break Down (dA)

* Mood: Unhappy
* Listening to: a stupid anime
* Reading: "Skin and other short stories" by Roald
* Watching: the screen
* Drinking: Mt. Dew

So my car broke down today. Well it isn't MY car, persay, but it is a car none-the-less. That was fun.

Had some inspiration today, but haven't finished it, so not going to post it for now.

Due to some technical difficulties my show is on hold. But it will be back soon. Don't worry. ^^

Nothing else to really say right now, but when I think of something I'll write again.

Send in your awkward questions so I can do an all awkward questions show. ^^

Love,
Sarai

1961 (a short story)

Current mood:curious

Present

Looking back, glancing over his life.

The past and the regrets.

Quiet and calm, he holds the gun to his temple and pulls the trigger, he holds her picture to his heart as the blood stains the pillow, his head falls backs.

Clutched to him, she is frozen in time and memory.

She is not his wife.

Past

A string of pearls encircle an ivory throat. She stands in front of the hallway mirror, gazing off into space and time, dreaming of nights long since forgotten in the abyss of memory and life. She tries to tear her eyes away from the pearls against her skin, tries to forget the reason they will never be her own. She looks into the dark blue eyes of a stranger, her doppelganger and twin, but a complete stranger. Her hand, coming up from her hips, falls back from those white drops of sand and lies placidly against the fabric of her skirt.

A voice calls somewhere in the distance, she turns from the mirror and another hand comes up to remove the pearls that now threaten to strangle her. She tears them away from her skin, the string breaking and pearls bursting from their captor’s hands to scatter on the mahogany floor. She doesn’t even stop to pick them up and, instead, runs away from the voice and out of the house. She tries to erase the image of pearls hitting the wooden floor, tries to un-hear the sound of them tinkling and the voice calling.

She loved him.

Past

He stands next to the reverend performing the ceremony, flanked by four gentlemen in black tuxedos. He watches his bride, on the arm of her father, float down the aisle. She is beautiful. Long, silky, blonde hair flowing down her back, tiny violets entwined in twin braids tied behind her head. She smiles at him, a timid smile, a rosy blush deepens across her face. Light blue eyes flick from the floor to him, barely meeting his gaze. As she turns to receive a kiss from her father, those eyes never leave his, blazing and bright.

He takes her hand, facing her as his performance begins. This will be his most brilliant of pieces. He feels her tremble, watches her lips move as she repeats the words given. He stares at her lips, not comprehending, refusing to understand what she says. He parrots the same words, a smile plastered to his face. He hears his voice and doesn’t know who is speaking. Cold metal is produced, he slides it along her finger. Such a sexual act, he thinks. He thinks of another girl as they kiss and turns to greet his audience as they are pronounced man and wife.

He doesn’t love her.

Present

She reads of his death in the newspaper. She knows, without looking, he is survived by a wife and three sons.

She reads how he was clutching her picture.

She drops the newspaper, her hands shaking and her heart reeling.

She looks over at the softly snoring figure beside her. She smiles warmly, recovering from shock a little at a time. She snuggles closer to the man beside her, withering and wrinkled hands entwining. She knows she made the right choice.

She sheds a tear for the man who lost her.

Sarai's 21st. 10 reasons it sucked.

Current mood:miserable

1. I wanted Gackt to sing "Happy Birthday" to me, which of course didn't happen because I don't know him personally. *sigh*

2. I didn't get to drink nearly as much as I wanted to, because the ex-step-father was coming over with Hannah.

3. Hannah had lice. Again.

4. Lice kills one's good mood.

5. Donnie was tired because of his insomnia and was unable to stay up the whole day, so when all the lice crap was going on, he was asleep and I was feeling alone.

6. I didn't have a party.

7. I never finished watching the movie I wanted to watch.

8. I couldn't breathe.

9. I didn't get to snuggle with my PSM.

10. Donnie's Disability was denied.


So long story short, Hannah had head lice (again) and was nice enough to bring it us. Poor kid. She tried to make me smile, but failed. If you read this Hannah, I'm not mad at you. I promise.

JD brought me some Rasberry Smirnoff Vodka. It was good, but my asthma was really bad all day, so I didn't get to enjoy it as much. Hooray, 21.

I GOT MY LICENSE!! (dA)

* Mood: Emotional
* Listening to: Donnie talk
* Reading: Dreams Made Flesh - Anne Bishop
* Drinking: Soda

I DID IT!! I GOT MY LICENSE!!

I'M SO EXCITED!!! :dance:

Sarai's Crazy Show (dA)

* Mood: Emotional
* Listening to: My brother snore
* Reading: Dreams Made Flesh - Anne Bishop
* Eating: Pretzels
* Drinking: Kool-Aid

Sarai's crazy show is not NEARLY as crazy as it should be, so I need you (The Fans) to send me topics, awkward questions or anything else you think should be on the show at some point. I would really love everyone's support for this. ^^

I'm hoping that the lovely Fangfingers is still willing to make me a poster, because something that I could post on the internet randomly and around my town randomly would rock. ^^

Let me know what you guys think!

www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow

www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy

*Dies Laughing*

Current mood:cooky/wacky

What pisses me off more than anything...

Current mood:angry

When someone comes to your websites and starts trying to start shit with you after you have already said your goodbyes to them.

And then they have the nerve to tell YOU to grow up.

The Fourth Episode (dA)

* Mood: Lazy
* Listening to: The TV
* Reading: The Shadow Queen - Anne Bishop
* Drinking: Diet Soda

I am far to political for my own good, but I went ahead and posted my fourth episode. It is on the Crazy MySpace because it was 49 seconds too long for YouTube. I will probably re-do it because I feel like I wasn't as prepared as I could've been.

If anyone has any opinions I would love to hear them. Just be forewarned that I am VERY opinionated and very outspoken about my opinions. Will update everyone when new episodes are posted. ^^

I will try to do a new episode every day, so just checking the YouTube would be prudent (www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow). If it is going to be uploaded to the MySpace, I'll let you know.

Any bloopers will DEFINITELY be uploaded to the MySpace (www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy) so checking that often for updates/blogs/bloopers/etc. is also prudent.

Enjoy the stuff, hoping to have more later.

Sarai

The first episode... (dA)

* Mood: Tired
* Listening to: Chris talking to my mom.
* Reading: The Black Jewels Trilogy
* Drinking: Diet Soda

Hey everyone!!

I discovered that I CAN upload videos from my mom's phone. It isn't the best quality, but it works. I have two episodes up at this [http://www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow]

So, now you will get your dose of Sarai. ^^ I'm hoping to make a new episode everyday... Let's see if I can do it. Let everyone know so that we can get a ton of views!! The more views the more I'll do for the show. ^^

Sarai

My Own Show (dA)

* Mood: Tired
* Listening to: The TV
* Reading: Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell
* Watching: The Dark Knight
* Eating: Wendy's and Ice Cream
* Drinking: Soda

Okay, I would like to know your opinion!!

Would you like to see

A. Sarai get her own Crazy Show
B. Sarai shut up for once, she talks to much
C. Sarai
D. None of the Above!

Post a comment letting me know!

If anyone wants to see it I have a 46 second first episode I'm willing to upload.

The Official End of the Crazy Show. (dA)

* Mood: Alienated
* Listening to: Mr. Brightside - The Killers
* Reading: Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell
* Watching: Legend
* Playing: Plants vs. Zombies
* Eating: Sandwiches
* Drinking: Soda

As everyone knows (or should know) Pomme and Sarai's Crazy Show has been having some major difficulties. Pomme has officially left the show. She took 26 friends with her. It was brutal and it was horrible and none of this should've happened, but the thing is we can't change what happens, we can only roll with it.

A few people have suggested that I start my own show. :shrug: I don't have a camera right now, but if I get one or I decide to just use my mother's cell phone camera (which the quality sucks, but at least I could talk) I might try that. I don't know yet though. I'm thinking about putting up a poll here to see who would watch a show if I was in it and talking about a lot of things not just J-Rock or K-Pop.

If you have a MySpace I would still encourage you to add the crazy myspace as we can still use support. [www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy]

Unfortunately Pomme has seen fit to privatize all of our episodes so that no one can watch them on YouTube. What episodes I still have on my Computer I will upload to the MySpace.

A few good things came out of this whole thing though, so I am thankful. I realize now that if she wasn't willing to be there for me and was willing to push me aside so easily that I didn't need her anyway.

Thank you to everyone who was watching and enjoying the show. I'm sorry for it's disillusion.

Rhett and Scarlett FOREVER!!!

Current mood:animated

Because I absolutely love Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell.

I need to grow some proverbial balls. (dA)

* Mood: Hostile
* Listening to: I hate you - 2PM (how ironic)
* Reading: Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell
* Watching: Chunhyang
* Playing: Plants vs. Zombies
* Eating: Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwich
* Drinking: Milk

Dear _____,

Once I would've tried to move Heaven and Earth to keep this friendship going. Once I would've given my life to keep yours going. It is pretty sad that now I could care less if this friendship works or fails, I could care less about your pathetic problems.

Reasons, I should give reasons shouldn't I? Since you will demand to know what the fuck my problem is. So I'll give you reasons and You'll argue them, but in the end, you know I am right and I am glad that we had this fight so that I know who you really are.

I could've forgiven you the fight we had. I could've forgiven the harsh words you said, saying I never gave a fuck when in reality it was you who never gave a fuck about me. I could've forgiven you, it would've taken time, but I could've done it.

But the unforgivable thing was when I needed you most and you weren't there. You haven't even apologized for not being there. Let me fill you in, posting a blog 6 lines long announcing to the world that the person who probably meant the most to me died does not equal a personal message saying "I'm sorry for your loss". It can't equal a personal message or a hug or SOMETHING. It is kind of pathetic that my sorrow was all put into 6 short lines on a blog on MySpace. Oh, but I mustn't forget that there were 2 other short lines in a second blog all about you. Wow, 8 lines total. What a precious gift to me, how can I ever repay you?

And then when we finally do talk, you have the audacity to ask me what I've been up to. Hmm, let's think about this for just a moment. I just buried my grandfather and I'm so depressed I'm spending most of my time in bed with the blankets covering my head. And you want to know what I've been up to? Then you tell me that you did too send me condolences by writing the blog. I don't even know what to say to that.

If you had just lost your grandfather and I just ignored you for the entire time that you needed me and posted a blog about it that was 6 lines long you would be pretty pissed. You expect me to be there for you no matter what, you expect me to hold you when you cry, to be there no matter how small the drama. I can't do that anymore. I can't be there for you every five minutes when you can't be there for me at all.

And your excuse for not being there? "I am sorry that I was not there for you.. but like I told ___ I am not the best person to help you deal with that."

You are selfish, immature, childish and two-faced. I know it sounds really harsh, but I'm tired of the bullshit.

You claim to have grown up to fast, that you never had a childhood, but you act like a two year old all the time. I'm not going to say that I act like an adult all the time, because I don't, but even my own mother agrees that I have always acted older than my actual age. I didn't have a childhood and grew up to fast. Do you know what it is like to raise children? I do. I helped raise 4 of them. Do you know what it is like to have to take care of your mother because she is too sick to take care of you? I do. Do you know what it is like work your ass off doing little odd-jobs and then giving all of your money to your parents because what you make is just enough to pay a bill? I do. Have you ever paid a bill? I have.

Your mother pays for everything. You get new clothes and new bags and new shoes. Your mother pays the bills and feeds you. My step-father, as I got older, refused to purchase new clothes for us or new shoes. If we wanted some of the basic necessities we had to buy them ourselves. Did you know that my sophomore and junior year of high school I bought my school supplies with money I saved up from my birthday money? Have you ever had to do that? When you have done all of the things I have just listed then you will know what it is like to be an adult and can justly say that you are grown up.

You are childish because you never try to fix your own problems. Adults try to fix their problems not shove them on others and expect them to fix it. You lash out at the people that try to help you and cling to those who hurt you.

You are immature because you brag about how mature you are all the time. Maturity is not garnering praise for your maturity. You constantly cry to anyone who will listen, the world knows when you have a problem because all you do is complain about it. Maturity is leaning on a few friends who help you stand up when you feel weak, not falling to the floor and expecting everyone to lift you. Maturity is giving everything you have, even when you have little to give, and NOT expecting everyone to appreciate what you've done.

You are selfish because all you care about is you and your problems. You expect everyone to be there for you, but you aren't there when someone needs you. You expect everyone to listen to your pathetic problems, but you can't be bothered to listen to someone else's. You are so wrapped up in your own world that you don't have the time to see anyone else's problems but your own.

You are two-faced because you talk about your "best friend" behind her back ALL the time. Then you say that you two fight like a married couple. You don't even know what marriage is. You haven't even seen enough of your parent's marriage to know what marriage is! Your parents were divorced when you were really little. Donnie and I fight like a married couple. Because we are practically married as is. My friend Sarah W. and her husband fight like a married couple. You and _______ do NOT fight like a married couple. Married couples don't go behind their spouses backs and insinuate that they are prostitutes, or call them cunts, or blame them for car accidents, or treat each other like shit. That isn't how marriage works.

You don't know anything about life and you will never grow up.

In a way I'm glad that all of this has happened. The past two weeks have really shown me your true colors and made me realize just how tired of the bullshit I really am.

I do still love you. I think I love the memories of you more than anything. I just don't think I can work this friendship out with you. Not unless you suddenly grow up. Maybe getting knocked on your ass will help, I don't know. Please refrain from writing me about anything anymore, because if you can't be there for me, I'm afraid I can't be there for you.

Sincerely,
Sarai

The Funeral

Current mood:crappy

I don't know if anyone cares, but I thought I would post what happened at the visitation and the funeral.

On Thursday we drove down to Clarksville (I will always think of the Monkees' song when I think of this place. "Last Train to Clarksville" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXXaBu1Ing). We stopped by my grandfather's house, where we saw my Uncle and his youngest son, Ryan. The only words my uncle said to me the entire time we were there was when we first came in. Shortly after his wife (Whom I hate and who hates me) came in with my uncle's oldest son from his first marriage, Andy. On site, my uncle's wife gave Donnie and I a dirty look and moved into the kitchen.

We (as in Chris, Mom, Donnie and I) then took a gift card Grandpa had left for us and went to Kohl's department store to get some clothes and shoes. I had no shoes, but the ones I got were cute. Until they started killing my feet about half-way through visitation.

At the visitation we saw my Grandfather's sister, Aunt Sandy, and her husband, Uncle Jerry (who always reminds me of Harpo Marx http://s3.amazonaws.com/findagrave/photos/2001/271/679_1001780925.jpg); my Grandmother's brother, Uncle Ralph, and his wife, Aunt Judy; My mother's uncles: Ricky, Kevin and David (who even though they are my mother's uncles they are all younger than her.); and my Aunt Kay. At least, those are the people I knew best. My uncle Donald (who is famous in our family as a historian and having one green eye and one brown) and his wife were there at one point, as was my Uncle Jim, though my Aunt Barbara (Jim's wife) was not there due to a broken hip and severe Alzeheimer's.

Grandpa actually looked very good, very peaceful. I kept expecting him to wake up at any moment and tell me something I didn't know about an old movie, or to ask what the score for the football game was. Which it was Cardinals 3, Chargers 0 and I think it was 4th and Down. It never actually hit me while we were there, I just felt so numb.

Even though he looked well and peaceful, you could tell that he had lost a lot of weight, because the cuffs of his suit didn't fit quite right.

His hair was a little askew and for the first time in my life I touched a dead body. It seemed so natural for me to reach out to put his hair in place, but he was so cold. Donnie stood next to me as I smoothed Grandpa's hair, I think he was waiting for my breakdown to arrive, but it didn't show up until much later.

I actually was fairly good up until Hannah got there. When Hannah arrived she was trying to hold back her tears, which made my heart break for her. It seems so unfair that children should lose people they care the most about. She told us the good news though, because Wes had been ordered to hand Hannah over to us by either a judge or his attorney for the duration of the visitation and funeral. He was there for only a little while and the only person who spoke to him besides my mother was my Uncle Jerry.

Hannah went through probably 50 tissues and avoided the coffin like the plague. I didn't push her, but I did say that if she wanted to look at him and say goodbye I would go with her. She waited until the visitation was almost over.

We walked up there and stood a moment. She was crying and I was getting misty and Chris came up. Then one of the most beautiful moments happened. I was on Hannah's left and Chris was on her right and we all clung to each other as we said our silent goodbyes to the one man that mattered most to us all. I wish someone had taken a picture, because it was one of those moments that breaks your heart even as it says that everything will be okay. Even thinking about it right now makes me want to cry.

After the visitation everyone went out to eat at a restaurant called Buckheads, which is on the River. Across the river you could see the buildings in the next state. Hannah was enamoured with the view and I'll have to post the pictures she took soon. The one thing that bothered me most about the dinner though was that my uncle made it seem like only he and Aunt Sandy were going through this, not my mom. He left her almost completely out. He made it sound like he was the only one who took care of Grandpa as he died, well except for the nurse they had procured. As we were leaving the restaurant, Mom, Chris, Hannah and I stopped in the entrance. It smelled just like Grandpa. I wish we could've captured the scent in a bottle.

Turns out Grandpa thought of everything, he left money for my Uncle to procure a hotel room for us to sleep in. That was a bit of a tight fit and we had some minor arguments, but we worked everything out. I blame the little spats on the heat and the emotional undercurrents.

The next morning we all went to the funeral. That was hard. The closest I came to crying through out this was then. In a way I'm glad we left before they lowered the coffin into the ground. At least he is in a nice cemetery. The shitty thing is that Uncle Derek didn't even hug us. He only hugged my mother because my Aunt Sandy was standing next to them.

We all went back to Grandpa's house where we had lunch and then we left. We crossed the bridge so that Hannah could take pictures in the next state, with permission from Wes, as removing Hannah from the state can be considered kidnapping if she doesn't have permission. We got lost on our way back.

It was a tense ride back home. Donnie and I had a minor blow-up, so for the rest of the car ride we didn't speak to each other. Once again, I'd like to blame the heat and the emotional stuff that was going on. We fixed it when we got home.

We weren't even home an hour before it hit me. Donnie and I were laying next to each other and I stared at the ceiling and said, "Donnie, My grandpa is dead." and then I started crying harder than I think I have ever cried. And as childish as it may seem I was crying because I wanted him back to walk me down the aisle when I get married and I was worried because he doesn't know any of the people he is buried next to and the memory of how cold he was when I brushed his hair aside came rushing into my brain.

I cried for probably an hour or so. I burst the blood vessels on one side of my face, the side that was pressed to Donnie as I bawled. I asked Mom if I could keep a package of Grandpa's cigarettes because they smell a little like him. Which also seems incredibly silly, but I want something of him near me.

I'm sure it hasn't even hit me as hard as it will in a week or two. I know it hasn't hit me as hard as it will when I walk down the aisle or when I watch a movie we both loved. I haven't listened to Frank Sinatra or watched Paul Newman or done anything really that would remind me of what I've lost yet. I know I will and I know it will hurt, but it is all a part of the process right?

Anyway, that is how everything went.

Rest in Peace: J.W.K. September 22nd, 1937 - August 26th, 2009.

Rest in Peace (dA)

* Mood: Tearful
* Listening to: Gackt (hoping he will make things better)
* Reading: Leaving Cecil Street
* Drinking: Anything Caffienated so my asthma doesn't kill me

Yesterday my Grandfather passed away. I hadn't really written about how ill he was, but he had been very sick for awhile now.

Today is the visitation (viewing) and tomorrow is the Funeral. It will be a simple graveside service.

Unfortunately my ex-step-father insists on being there too. Even though NO ONE wants him there. He almost wasn't going to let Hannah come to the funeral, because she would miss school. She won't even get to the visitation until 6:30pm, a 1/2 hour before it is over. And he was only going to let it be that 1/2 hour and that would be it. That would be all the time Hannah would have to say goodbye to our Grandfather.

Mom is hopeful that this will get her primary physical custody in court, but I don't know.

So, if you don't hear anything from me for the rest of the day and tomorrow, you know why.

Rest in Peace JWK Sept. 22 1937 - Aug. 26 2009.

RIP

Current mood:crushed

Dear Grandpa,

I don't know what to say to you. I'm sorry that I haven't seen you in almost a year, I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. I just want you to know that I love you and I miss you very much.

Thank you for being a wonderful grandfather and for sharing so much with me. I will always think of you when I watch a Paul Newman movie or listen to Frank Sinatra or watch an IU basketball game or pick up a copy of the Herald Times.

I know this sounds really sappy and really childish, Grandpa, but I can't think of what else to say to you. It is going to be so hard for all of us, because we all are going to miss you so much.

I love you.
Sarai

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Tomorrow is the visitation and Friday is the funeral, so I will most likely not be anywhere near the computer for those days.

To make things worse, you know who is going to be at the visitation because he doesn't want Hannah there all day. None of us want him there, Grandpa didn't even like him so he shouldn't be there, but Mom doesn't want to start a fight with him.

His reasoning for not wanting Hannah there all day is because of what happened when Hannah's grandfather (his dad) back in 2003. If you don't know what happened, message me and I'll let you know. Anyway, we are all a little worried about it too, but that doesn't mean he should be there. He has no right. And if he tries to start shit with my mother I swear to God, I will hurt him.

Dirty. Growing up in a Christian Cult (part of what I'm working on)

Current mood:nervous

This is something I'm working on right now. It is a biography about my life I guess. I just want people to know about the horrors that Christians commit every Sunday. I grew up in a very strict and oppressive Christian home and I just want to expose a lot of what went on in that childhood.

This will definitely give insight as to why I am no longer a practicing Christian also.

I still have nightmares about being in that church. I will probably change the names, because if I ever publish it I don't want a few choice people to know that it is them. I will probably also change my name for it, I don't know yet.

If anyone else on my friends/blog list has had some horrific experiences related to Christianity or any other religion, send me a message. I would love to compare experiences.

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Dickens once said, "It was the best of the times, it was the worst of times". No truer words have been written or spoken sense, at least in my opinion. The very essence of life is to be best, worst and every flavor in-between. I'm sure, in many ways, I am no different than any other young woman in the world when it comes to growing up in a house that was continuously a mixture of best and worse, oppression and freedom. I am, in many ways, like every other woman in the eyes of the church, Dirty.

From as young as I can remember I went to church faithfully with my mom and, when he came on the scene, my step-father. When I was younger church was everything to me. God was my all consuming passion, I wanted to be a missionary, I would preach to the trees that surrounded our house. I wanted to get married and have a whole house full of children that I was determined to home-school. The sad thing, is that the only reason I wanted to do those things was because I was told that is what I was supposed to do.

From the time that I was very young it was instilled into my brain that my whole reason for existing was to get married and have many children that I would raise to be Godly men and women. As a woman, I was least important. My only roles in life were to be the submissive wife and daughter, a mother and an obedient child of God. I can probably name on one hand the number of my girlfriends who grew up in my church that did go to college. After all, college isn't important to motherhood or servitude. It would only show a number of options that shouldn't be available to me because of my sex and standing.

I shouldn't worry about college, because when I got married I would have to focus on being a stay at home wife and mother. I shouldn't worry about getting a job other than baby-sitting (which would teach me about parenthood) or housecleaning, because what else does a woman need to know?

Now, I should probably point out that it was never actually said that I shouldn't go to college or get a real job, it was never actually said that my only job in life was being a mother and wife. However, I would like to point out a few examples of what "true Christian women" are supposed to be like.

There was a family in my church whose patriarch was one of the head pastors. His wife had given him ten sons, if I remember correctly, and one daughter. She didn't have a job, she stayed home and home-schooled her 11 children. The pastor's only job was the church. Most of the women in my church didn't have jobs and home-schooled their children, I can probably name three or four families who actually attended school and whose matriarchs had jobs.

However, even though my mother home-schooled my brother and I, she wasn't considered a "true Christian woman" for reasons still unknown to me. She has said once or twice that it was because the leaders of our church felt that she was a disobedient wife. The men in my church were incredibly disrespectful to my mother, including the head pastor.

Heartbreaker (Take the sweet with the bitter)

Current mood:confused

I don't quite know how I am feeling right this moment. Everything is kind of up in the air and I want to cry, but feel like I shouldn't. I'm so excited because tomorrow I have an interview for a job, but I'm so sad because my grandfather might not be alive tomorrow.

As many of you who have been paying attention know, my grandfather has been in very poor health recently. Not only this, but he won't let us see him. By us I mean, Chris, Hannah, Andy, Ryan and I. Andy and Ryan are my cousins. He doesn't want any of the grandchildren to see him in his condition, which isn't strange, because any time something has happened that affected his appearance he didn't want us around. But it hurts, because I will never get to see him alive again.

And tomorrow I have an interview at 3pm with Coach House Gifts in the Mall. If I get full-time, I will get medical benefits so I can get an inhaler and take care of some medical issues.

Its hard to feel both of these things at once. I just want Grandpa to live, you know? I want him to stick around to see me get married, he hasn't even gotten to meet Donnie. And I don't have any other Grandpas. None like him, who shared his love of classical movies with me, who always called me "Sug", who always smelled like too much tobacco and beer. He may not have been the perfect grandfather, but he has loved me. He gave me "Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl" for Christmas when I was 13 or 14, because it changed his life and he wanted to share that with me. He defended me against my grandmother's quips about my weight. He loves sports, any kind, he is a great cook.

God, I'm going to miss him.

So I have some ideas...

Current mood:cold

I have some ideas for some new writing projects.

First off, there is:

"Dirty. Growing up in an Oppressive Christian Society." Which isn't going to be COMPLETELY based on my experiences, but is definitely going to be about a good portion of them. The reason I titled it Dirty is because of how I felt almost my entire time in the church. I was a woman, less than anything, not supposed to do anything. Christians attack the Muslims for their treatment of women, but Christians can be twice as bad. They hide their bad treatment of women under the veil of freedom. But there is actually no true freedom for Christian women. They will always be women and therefore inferior, not just because of the Bible either.

then there is:

"Puberty makes my sister Bitchy" Which I think is pretty funny. I just like the title. Cause it's true. Puberty makes a lot of people bitchy.

the other one, is going to be a surprise for now. I don't know yet if I really want to do it or not.

Anyway, I'm really tired, which is sad because I've only been up 2 hours now and as you can see it is after 6 pm. I haven't been sleeping well because of my asthma and I'm not feeling so well. I think I'm coming down with something, I just don't know what it is. Plus, since I'm out of inhaler I've been drinking a lot of caffeine to help keep my bronchial tubes open, which makes me hyper and not sleepy, but also doesn't help because I think I'm getting another Urinary Tract Infection because of it. Why does life have to be such a bitch.

Have been reading "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan" by Lisa See (one of the books that Judes sent me), it is really good so far, but now I definitely want to learn more about foot-binding and the culture behind it.

I'm actually getting ready to pass back out right now, so I'm going to get off of here. Let me know what you think of my ideas for the stories. I think for Dirty I will post a lot of what I write because I want people to know about what is going on. And if you get the chance totally read "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan"

My Most Beautiful of Friends and PSM'S!!!

Current mood:indescribable

OMG! I got my package from Judes! I WAS NOT EXPECTING SO MUCH!!

She sent me three books to read, a picture of herself and Cuddles, an early birthday card and something else special that will stay between me and her. Your picture in return will be coming soon, I promise, but how can I ever repay you for everything?!

I just want to say, Judes, I cried when I opened up your package. They were happy tears, but you mean so much to me and what you sent means so much too. So, this is specifically for you!!

Judes
Joyful and sweet, I'll be so glad when we meet!
Unique in every way, but so much like me!
Dear to my heart, you are so amazing!
You complete me in such a platonic and awesome way!
My heart literally explodes with happiness when we talk!
A better PSM I could never ask for!
Rawr is I love you in Dinosaur!
I can't even speak, you leave me speechless!
Every day I think about my awesome Judy-Marie!

Not only did this package cheer me up, but I also got G-Dragon's Solo Album "Heartbreaker". It is hella good and you should go and check out his videos on YouTube. ^^

Today is turning into such a beautiful day!! ^^

What I'm working on right now...

Current mood:awake

Well of course after looking for a job and waiting for Donnie's disability, I'm working on a few story ideas.

You all who have read it remember "Skin", well I'm working on some sequels. I'm thinking that I'll have 3, "Blood", "Flesh" and "Bone". I'm trying not to get TOO ahead of myself with this though.

Also I'm working on K-Pop Fairy Tales for the Crazy MySpace, which we are supposed to have our final episodes uploaded soon. I have almost finished "The Three Little Pigs". It will be silly and fun, so those of you who are friends of the Crazy MySpace should continue watching and reading and enjoying. ^^

I am also trying to get up enough inspiration to continue working on "J-Rock Alice in Wonderland" as I haven't even finished a chapter on it. I know what I want to do with it, but can't seem to get it to translate from my brain to the computer (or page, whichever I'm using at the time).

Anyway, that's about all I'm up to right now. I'm going to try to get a job at Kohl's like I had stated in my last blog. Might go today if my Mom is feeling up to it. Definitely going to call the owner of the Book Store I work at and see if she needs me on Saturday. If she does than maybe I'll get ten dollars! W00t!! It's pretty sad when ten dollars is better than nothing, but it will suffice for now.

I'm really excited because Judy-Marie, my wonderfully amazing PSM (platonic soul-mate), sent me a letter (and a few other things apparently) and it might come today! I am very excited because she was giving me little hints last night and I know I'm just going to love whatever she sent me!! ^^ Speaking of Judes, Girl, I need to send you back your poetry book that you sent me LAST YEAR!! lol. Sorry! The sad thing is, I still haven't read it. I forget about it... Poor thing sitting on my shelf.

So, that's what I'm up to... btw, check out these videos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkf95onRgcc (I am insane)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDBOGihYl10 (GOD I LOVE THEM!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrVlBrooxcM (I don't usually like this group, but I really like this song)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOXEVd-Z7NE (Well, I just die when I see this one!)

Oh the Aggravation.

Current mood:drained

Life is so fucking amazing right now!! *sarcasm* See that? That was me being insanely sarcastic, because it is anything but "amazing".

I had to call off my appointment for my job interview, because I still can't find my wallet with my ID and social security card. And you can't get a replacement of either of those things without the other. Imagine my chagrin. I'm going to see if an old school ID will work for ID to get a new social security card, but I seriously doubt it will. So on to trying to get another job where they won't ask to see those until I figure something out. Maybe Kohl's.

Then there is my asthma. I ran out of my inhaler about a week ago and the weather here changes so often that it is wrecking havoc with my sleep and breathing and life in general. Luckily, I'm used to not being able to breathe, so maybe we'll come through that intact.

We are not losing our apartment. Or at least that is what the land-lady says, but she is a very changeable person ("Oh you're fine" to "I'm going to sue you" to "You are model tenants") and one never knows.

Donnie's disability still hasn't come in, which is some what worrisome because we had hoped we would have it by now, considering it's been a month since the hearing.

and lastly, there is the rather big argument that I am currently having with someone. This someone had this to say in their blog:

"Umm just because you would like to believe you know the real me does not mean you do. I am a better person on my own. I can do much better things with my time then waste over worrying about you who did not care or give a flying fuck for things I did and my friend. I love me, and I am always loved no matter what you say or who you say things too. I am me, and nothing is ever going to change that. I was loved before you and I will be loved way after you are out of my life. And please remember you are the one who was thinking of ending the friendship not me."

and to this I would like to say:

I am glad that you are a better person on your own and that you can do much better things with your time than waste it worrying about me. If you think that I never cared or ever gave a flying fuck about you and the things you did, you are dead wrong. If I didn't care then why was I there for you talk to about said friend when they did something that hurt you? Why was I there when a certain someone ditched you, or other certain someones where being mean to you OR another certain someone was bitching you out for no reason? Please explain to me why I wasted my time writing things for you, picking you up so that we could hang out when I was in town and listening and comforting you whenever you had a problem? If I didn't care about you at all, then why would I waste my time like that? And yes, you were loved before me and will always be loved by someone after I'm out of your life. I am happy that you are finally taking charge in something and kicking someone out of your life. I'm sad that it happens to be me. And as for thinking about ending the friendship, yes I was. And still am. Because what you are doing is ridiculous and childish. If I don't know the real you, but you are always You, then how does that make any sense? If I don't know the real you, I would like to know who I know. As you have pointed out, all of this is bullshit. And I am tired of the bullshit. I get enough of it elsewhere, I don't need it in a friendship. I still love you. I will always love you. I don't care if you believe me or not, but it is the truth.

Anyway, I'm going to get off of here and see if I can breathe comfortably enough to go back to sleep as I've had very little. Asthma is a bitch.

Oh the Conversations You will Have.

Current mood:adventurous

First there are the Trent Convos... Thank You Trent for a never-ending blush.

Trent says:
* LoL

Sarai says:
* I'm glad I make you lol

Trent says:
* Baby, you lol me like no one else

Sarai says:
* O.O
* I'm not quite sure how to respond to that
* So i'm going to eat my taco and listen to music and pretend you asked me about the weather
* The weather is lovely this time of year
* Though it is hotter than the devil's ass

Trent says:
* So you've seen her?

Sarai says:
* Seen who?
* The Devil?

Trent says:
* Could you bounce a quarter off it?
* Did she have bodacious boobies too?
* Tell me more, inquiring minds want to know.

Sarai says:
* O.O
* Okay, staying away from the weather Um, Look! A DISTRACTION!! *follows the distraction*

Trent says:
* You know now I'm going to have to create an image of a red-skinned smoking-hot devil in a thunderstorm or something.

Sarai says:
* *head hits desk*

Trent says:
* Perhaps with the raindrops sizzling off her skin.
* Cute little tail wrapped around her with the tip precisely placed over her groin.
* Perhaps a side pose with her delicately and seductively biting a single outstretched finger.
* Too much?

Sarai says:
* I am not going to reply on this subject matter

Trent says:
* but you started it.

Sarai says:
* No I didn't!! I was just using an expression of speech ot tell you that it is HOT AS HELL out here and you turn it all around and make me blush, which I think was your plot from the beginning, you bastard

Trent says:
* Is that blush or flush?

Sarai says:
* Blush

Trent said:
* Too bad, I was going for flush.

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Sarai says:
* Apparently I'm Ava Gardner

Trent says:
* Oh, is that so?

Sarai says:
* Yep
* I wanted Lauren Bacall
* But it was not to be apparently

Trent says:
* So you took one of those tests?

Sarai says:
* Yep

Trent said:
* I, on the other hand, did not.

Sarai says:
* REALLY?! I had no clue. Lol

Trent says:
* Now you do, and knowing is half the battle. The other half is violence.

Sarai says:
* *stares at you*

Trent says:
* My pants are zipped.
* You can stop staring.

Sarai says:
* brb

Trent says:
* Scared you right out of your chair.

Sarai says:
* for the record I was not staring at your crotch Though I'm sure you have a very nice crotch, I am not interested as I have a boyfriend.

Trent says:
* Heehee, you said I have a nice crotch.

Sarai says:
* *rolls eyes*


The Pomme Convo... Who knew Kool-Aid was naughty?

Pomegranate says:
* *giggles* they are good

Sarai says:
* And so cute!!
* ^^
* I need to make some more kool-aid

Pomegranate says:
* haha.. Wrong thoughts

Sarai says:
* How do you get wrong thoughts out of Kool-Aid?!

Pomegranate says:
* well you would have to be in my other chats haha

Sarai says:
* Blogged, you are getting blogged, as is Trent.

Pomegranate says:
* why me? I am just an innocent child

Sarai says:
* uh huh

A Shameless Plug (dA)

Wed Aug 12, 2009, 2:16 PM

* Mood: Passionate
* Listening to: Pomme & Sarai's Crazy Show Episode 7!
* Reading: Daughter of the Blood by Anne Bishop
* Playing: with my new ring

Hello everyone!!! This is yet another gimmick trying to get you to watch my friend, Pomme's and my show. ^^ You know you love me and you know you want to watch! So, here it is.

15 Facts you Might not know if you don't watch the show:

* We are only 2 calories per view!
* Platypi (plural for platypus) are venomous
* We write poetry
* We make sarcastic remarks about the weather
* Gackt has a 15 inch Penis
* We review movies, books and cds (not only Asian music, but all kinds)
* We write crazy J-Rock related stories that anyone can enjoy!
* YOU can be a part of the show by asking Sarai an awkward question or suggesting our topic of the day!
* Sarai is crazy Dyslexic!
* Pomegranate's Left Boob is the Queen of Sheba!
* Eye Hickeys occur randomly.
* We talk about real news!
* Australia will not let you move there if you are over weight because you are considered a health risk!
* The Dye in Blue M&M's and Blue Gatorade can prevent spinal injury!
* Porcupines have Kinky Sex.

So, check us out!!

YouTube: www.youtube.com/makingcrazylooksexy

MySpace: www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy

Direct Link to Videos on MySpace: http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&channelID=488543559

Read our blogs, watch our videos, sift through our pictures, discover new things you didn't know before, learn random Japanese phrases, help us pick out a middle name for Pomegranate, give us ideas for topics of the day, send in your news, make Sarai blush with your awkward questions and many other things!!

---EDIT---

As of Today, (08/08/09) we have an OPENING for the show!! ^^ So go check out our latest episode http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQzrcw3NVfA

Let us know what you think of the opening!!

---EDIT---

As of Today, (08/12/09) we are postponing any new episodes due to Pomegranate being in a car accident last night. She is doing fairly well, still in a lot of pain and a little freaked out by the experience. Please continue to watch what we have already posted and continue to read the MySpace blogs www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy

Not really my forte, but let's try at least!

Current mood:determined

As most of you know, I have a weight problem. This is due mostly to my extreme health problems which have lead to not being able to get the amount of exercise I should. Hopefully we are going to change that. I would like to challenge any of my friends who want to lose weight to try to lose with Me.

It is very simple, I'm not going to say you have to give up everything yummy or exercise until your head explodes. I just want everyone to do these 5 things with me.

1. Add some of the following to any of your regular meals (trust me they help)!
a. Nuts (They have protein!)
b. Beans or other Legumes (They also have protein!)
c. Green Vegetables (Pop-eye had the right idea!)
d. Low-fat Dairy Products such as Yogurt or low-fat milk.
e. Instant Oatmeal! (Yummy!)
f. Eggs
g. Turkey or other lean meats
h. Peanut Butter (who doesn't love peanut butter?!)
i. Olive Oil (it is much healthier than regular oil, especially when used in small portions)
j. Whole Grain breads and Cereals (That's not hard, most cereal is only whole grain now)
k. Berries! (Juicy berries make EVERYTHING better)

2. Walk a few extra steps each day. Make time to just take a brisk walk, even if it is only around the house. Adding a few extra steps helps burn off a few extra calories.

3. Drink less Soda, Juice and other Sugary Liquids. This is going to be the kicker for me, because most of you know about my addiction to soda. But cutting out Soda from my diet for 2 days a week, I think will improve my chances at weight loss greatly.

4. Keep a food journal. This is going to be another one for me, because I have problems paying attention to what goes in my mouth. But I love to write, so keeping track should be a little more manageable.

5. Relying on my friends for support. This is the BIG one. It is hard to do anything when no one is standing behind you cheering for you. So, I want to be there for all my friends trying to lose weight and I want them to be there for me.

So, Anyone want to join me? Let's make 2009 a weight loss year for all of us who need it. In turn it will be a healthier year too. So, why didn't I think of this sooner? *shrug* Got me!

I am NOT a Disease!

Current mood:indignant

You know, I get really REALLY tired of going out in public with a bunch of preppy skinny ass bitches who think they are just the CREAM of the fucking crop.

I am NOT a Disease! I am another human being! So what I'm not skinny like you? So what I may never be skinny like you? At least I don't sleep around trying to find someone who appreciates me for me! At least I know that when someone loves me they love me for ME and not just my outward appearance.

Obesity may be a social stain on your precious sight, but you know what? I didn't ask to be this weight. I have tried time and again to lose it and you know what? I failed. I fail a lot, because I'm human. But what gives you the right to look at me like that? What gives you the right to criticize what I wear and how much I weigh? Look at yourself in the mirror for a change. Do you not see how you set yourself up for being called a slut and a whore?

I hate being stared at because I am not a size 0. I am tired of companies that only make clothes that impossibly skinny girls can wear and nothing nice for those of us who will never be 0-6. Why is it okay for men to be XXXXL but woman have to be 0 - 4 or they are fat?

I'm tired of never finding anything pretty for myself because no one wants to "indulge" "fat" people. I'm not fat because I want to be, I have a weight problem from being on steroids for Asthma for 18 years! I have a fucked up immune system, a fucked up metabolism and I have exercise induced asthma. And when you are allergic to what they say you should be eating to help you lose weight (i.e. RICE, BANANAS, CORN) what are you supposed to do?

I AM NOT A DISEASE SO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE ONE!

Skin (MATURE CONTENT!)

Current mood:accomplished

He spreads her legs, caresses her silky inner thigh, elated by her ecstasy. He begins with her lips, tentatively tasting tongue and teeth, gently urging her mouth to open like a flower in full bloom. He kisses her, enjoying the sensation, kissing down her neck and cupping one perfect breast. His mouth is warm and wet as he tenderly suckles one pink rose bud, devouring every shiver emitted by his victim.


He moves along her stomach, his tongue flicking her belly button as it journeys down. He revels in the smell of her, sweet and heady, full of Eros' secrets and whispers. He grazes his lips, soft like satin, against her thigh, trailing down to the crook of her knee. She is his goddess, his living work of art; he devours every delicacy offered up on the altar of lust. He is as passionate as any Grecian lover or fairy-tale prince, breathless before true beauty.


He returns to her lips, those sweet plumped lips, full of delicious longing. He nips her bottom lip, cherry colored flesh caught in an ivory snare, tantalized by their luscious shape and curve. He is captive to her, tamed by her and seduced by need. He nibbles on her ear, tugging playfully on one ripe lobe, his hand skimming over her skin until goose bumps begin to rise. He moves his hand in-between her splayed legs, teasing fingers dance along her skin, eliciting whimpers as her hips thrust upward, searching for fulfillment.


In a moment he is on top of her, pinning her to the bed, heat racing through his blood at a break-neck speed. He grinds hips against hips, keeping her pinned beneath him. Muscles ripple through his shoulders as he controls arousal and rage. He holds her hands above her head, sliding one unoccupied hand down to the straps attached to the bed. He pulls the binding up and secures her hands.


At first she struggles, fluttering like a caged butterfly, they always do. Then she laughs, a nervous little giggle spilling past those luscious lips. He does not laugh, only intent on what will be his masterpiece, his intricate labyrinth, a puzzle of flesh. He leans back on his haunches, surveying what is to be his wonderland, gathering every detail and point. He rolls off of her, releasing her legs and hips, his gaze drifting over her.


She blushes, such a pretty shade of pink, a rose would be jealous. She seems to realize she is naked, trying to escape her trap in a futile attempt to cover herself. He permits himself a moment of inward laughter as he watches her struggle, only a moment. He pulls her legs apart, tying one to one side of the bed and tying the other to another side. The crimson flush spreads, racing like rosy fire over her perfectly flawless ivory skin.


Gingerly, he bends to clasp a pert nipple, a hand snaking down her stomach and in-between her legs. She fights the straps, trying to close her knees, he laughs around the breast in his mouth. At least this one has some fire in her, unlike his last piece. Methodically, he strokes her until she is slick against her will, continuously nibbling on her rosy tips. Rhythmically, he follows along, low moans escaping his lips.


"No," he says to himself, he will not crest that wave yet, not until he has finished this vision. She must be perfect, the ultimate deconstruction of mortality, a living puzzle fully taken apart, piece by piece. Then he must put her back together, a modern day Dali, a more brilliant artist than Picasso. He releases her breast and stays his hand, allowing his fingers to lazily trace her clitoris. After a moment he removes his hand completely and leaves to retrieve his tools.


Alone, she begins to tremble. Fear and arousal warring with one another for the right to her mind. She contemplates escape, shaking the fists held tight in their bonds. There seems to be no way out of this now. No foreseeable escape or improbable rescue. Her heart sinks as realization takes over, rising into terror that threatens to stifle her. She screams, pleading with the emptiness to release her. No one hears her, except for him, gathering his tools.


He returns, his heat replaced with a cold plastic smile. He is Ken about to return to his Barbie, his toy and the love of his life. He thinks to himself in Technicolor verbs, laying out his art and expressing his heart in shades of blood and bone. "Where to begin?" he wonders. Pulling out a pair of scissors he moves to her head. He grabs at her long braid, pulling hard and away from her scalp. She hears the snip of the shears and feels the release as he claims his prize.


Carefully he sets down the braid, laying down the scissors and returning with a straight razor. Ever so gently, he begins an incision at the connection of labia to labia and slowly moves upward, bisecting her. She cries out, a cold shiver going through her as the cut blossoms under his touch. Recalling his scissors he gingerly cuts flesh from skin, working as a seamstress with her fabric. She gags, trying to focus through blurring vision. Blood pools underneath her, soaking the bed.


For hours he strips skin from flesh, the woman who once lived within long since departed, probably from exsanguinations. He is so careful, laying out each finished piece like patterns for a dress. The woman no longer exists, she is only a perfect body, a puzzle to be undone. He will lovingly peel away skin until she is only muscle and bone. Setting aside what he has cut, preparing for the moment when it will be sewn back together.


Once he has finished skinning her, sticky with her blood and other various fluids, he will violate that thing of muscle and skeletal mass until he has reveled in the last of what she was. Then he will rearrange his pieces of human clothing on his last piece’s skeletal mannequin, pinning here and there until it hangs perfectly. Or perhaps this time he will try to make it into leather, which would last much longer. It makes him shiver, remembering how smooth she was and how soft the leather would be.


Once he is finished he will discard the petty parts of that once supple body, wallow in the bloody bed and masturbate to the delicious memories now invading his mind. He will bleach her bones and dye her hair, recreate her on canvas and in photographs. He will put back together this puzzle, content for now with this plaything. For his next piece maybe he’ll splatter blood on clean bone or paint clean skin with hollow needles full of color.


A true artist and lover, Romeo alone with a deconstructed Juliet.

Another "Dear" Letter.

Current mood:betrayed

Dear ___ or _____ or Any other Jack-Ass with a Dick,

Please do one of the following to yourself:

* Fuck yourself in the ass with a razor-wire dildo.

* Rip your intestines out of your dick and eat them.

* Take a high dive with piano wire wrapped around your throat.

* Get ass raped by a huge biker dude with "Mom" tattooed on his arm and a fresh case of Gonorrhea, Herpes, Syphilis and AIDS.

* Get killed by a serial killer who eats their victims while they are still alive.

or...

* Get stabbed in the genitals repeatedly by a strung out whore with a rabid porcupine in heat.

Sincerely,
Sarai.

P.S. No! I'm not pissed off at you at all! Do me a favor? Choke on a penis and die. ^^

P.P.S. I hope your penis breaks every time you try to fuck a girl.

One Year (The Anniversary Blog)

Current mood:fabulous

So today was beautiful! When I woke up we kissed and said "Happy Anniversary" to each other. Then he presented me with a Promise Ring that he made for me, saying that he fully intends on marrying me a few years from now. He MADE the ring! It is silver wire twisted and wrapped around to create the ring. I'll try to get pictures of it soon. It is absolutely beautiful.

I made him some food and we sat on the couch for a little while, all snuggled up, watching some of his favorite tv shows (Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Metalocaplyse, etc). After this we went into the bedroom and he watched "The Little Mermaid" with me because it is one of my favorite movies.

We snuggled up for a while, just chilling, I read some of our favorite book out loud to him, then we just sat together in silence.

Now we are preparing to go and snuggle up again, listen to some music and just relax before we go to bed. I call that a great end to a fabulous day.

I am so happy!

My Anniversary Day (dA)

Wed Aug 5, 2009, 8:04 PM

* Mood: Passionate
* Listening to: Shark Week
* Reading: Daughter of the Blood by Anne Bishop
* Watching: TV
* Playing: with my new ring
* Eating: Ramen
* Drinking: Soda

So today was beautiful! When I woke up we kissed and said "Happy Anniversary" to each other. Then he presented me with a Promise Ring that he made for me, saying that he fully intends on marrying me a few years from now. He MADE the ring! It is silver wire twisted and wrapped around to create the ring. I'll try to get pictures of it soon. It is absolutely beautiful.

I made him some food and we sat on the couch for a little while, all snuggled up, watching some of his favorite tv shows (Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Metalocaplyse, etc). After this we went into the bedroom and he watched "The Little Mermaid" with me because it is one of my favorite movies.

We snuggled up for a while, just chilling, I read some of our favorite book out loud to him, then we just sat together in silence.

Now we are preparing to go and snuggle up again, listen to some music and just relax before we go to bed. I call that a great end to a fabulous day.

I am so happy!

FINALLY FINISHED!! (dA)

Wed Aug 5, 2009, 2:23 AM

* Mood: Passionate
* Listening to: MSN beep at me
* Reading: J-Rock Wizard of Oz
* Drinking: Soda

Okay, so I finally finished J-Rock Wizard of Oz!! I am SO excited and happy to have it finished. I was worried for a little bit there. But now it is done.

As it is after 3 in the morning it is officially my 1 year anniversary with my boyfriend. I am so happy to be with him!! :heart:

I fully intend on posting the details of our day together, just because he has planned everything out and I want to share it. I want to remember everything and writing it down helps.

Anyway, read J-Rock Wizard of Oz (I worked my ass off on that thing so people BETTER read it!) and I'm off to bed. Night lovelies!!

HA HA HA HA HA!!!!

Current mood:catalyzed

OMFG!!! THIS IS HYSTERICAL!!! Read this article I found on MSN!! I about died when I read this shit... I am so happy I could shit kittens!! Anyone want one?! If you have no idea why I'm happy about this then you need to read my blog about Twilight and how much I fucking despise that piece of shite. Go on, get to it! ^^

‘Twilight’ author accused of plagiarism
'The Nocturne' author Jordan Scott plans to sue Stephenie Meyer

updated 5:16 p.m. ET, Tues., Aug 4, 2009

LOS ANGELES - A writer plans to sue “Twilight” author Stephenie Meyer, accusing her of plagiarism by lifting passages from an obscure book she wrote called “The Nocturne” and using them in vampire romance "Breaking Dawn," an attorney said on Tuesday.

J. Craig Williams, who represents "“The Nocturne” author Jordan Scott, told Reuters by phone that the passages in question involve few word-for-word similarities but that the two books have similar plot and character points.

Meyer's publisher, Hachette Book Group, called the accusation meritless, saying “The Twilight Saga” is entirely Meyer's creation and that she knew nothing of “The Nocturne.”
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“Breaking Dawn,” which came out in 2008, is the fourth book in the series of novels about a teenager, Bella Swan, caught in a forbidden romance with vampire Edward Cullen.

The “Twilight” books, which the publisher says have sold 70 million copies worldwide, are the basis for a movie series from Summit Entertainment. The first film, “Twilight,” has earned more than $380 million at worldwide box offices, and the second, “New Moon,” hits theaters in November.

In “Breaking Dawn,” Bella marries the blood-sucking Cullen and the book follows Bella through a difficult pregnancy and her new life as a vampire.

In a cease-and-desist letter Williams sent to Hachette Book Group, he provided comparisons from the two books of a wedding, a sex-on-the-beach episode and a passage where a human-turned-vampire describes the wrenching change.

As another instance of similarities, Williams pointed out that characters in both books call their wives "love."

Hachette Book Group said in a statement that Meyer's books "have been a phenomenal sensation" and that "it shouldn't be surprising to hear that other people may seek to ride the coattails of such success."

Williams said Scott plans to file a copyright infringement lawsuit against Meyer this week or next in U.S. federal court.

"I think the fans have to read both books and make up their own mind, like a judge is going to have to," Williams said.

He said Scott does not plan to seek monetary damages.

Scott made chapters from “The Nocturne” available online as she was working on the vampire book, which she wrote in her teenage years and released in book form in 2006, Williams said. He said he did not know how many copies the book sold.

Women Unite!

Current mood:aroused

My Video of the day. ^^



I love Jzabehl!! ^^

You Don't Answer Prayers in the South?

Current mood:apathetic

Sarai says:
god

Trent says:
yes?

Sarai says:
You aren't god. lol

Trent says:
Who says? And how do they know?
I want proof damnit.

Sarai says:
Um, I say and because you haven't answered a single of my prayres you jerkface dorkfish

Trent says:
My mom fucking lied to me, that bitch.

Sarai says:
*prayers

Trent says:
That's because you can't spell prayers.
I don't answer shit for people who can't spell prayer.
Fuck off.

Sarai says:
I can too spell prayer
so you don't answer any prayers in the south then?

Trent says:
Does anyone spell prayer the way I want it spelled?
Hell no.
So I say fuck all of you.

Sarai says:
So you don't answer prayers ever? lol

Trent says:
You're all going to hell.

Sarai says:
Sadness! Why?

Trent says:
That's what you get for worshipping a just and benevolent Diety.

Sarai says:
Well fuck

3 Days and 1 Year (dA)

Sun Aug 2, 2009, 8:49 PM

* Mood: Frustrated
* Watching: music videos
* Eating: cereal
* Drinking: cranberry juice

Hey everyone!!

I just thought I would update everyone. In 3 days Donnie and I have been together 1 year. We are really happy (well most of the time) and looking forward to many more years together.

Tough road ahead, I know that. There are a lot of things that we have issues with, but as a whole we are doing really well.

Anyway, uploaded the latest episode of Pomme & Sarai's Crazy Show to YouTube. Have some bloopers on the MySpace. Check them out.

Looking for a middle name for Pomegranate. If you can think of anything leave me a comment or a message or something to let me know what you think her middle name should be. It has to go along with Pomegranate and Shiroyama, since her name is Pomegranate Shiroyama. Lol

Laters

Asians and J-Rock and Oz OH MY! (dA)

Tue Jul 28, 2009, 5:15 PM

* Mood: Pride
* Listening to: Random music
* Reading: J-Rock Wizard of Oz
* Watching: the screen
* Eating: Chocolate Ice Cream
* Drinking: Soda

HEY EVERYONE!!!

So, as you may have noticed I've been uploading a story I've titled "J-Rock Wizard of Oz". So far I have finished 7 chapters. There will probably be 12 when I finish.

I don't know how many people on here listen to J-Rock or anything related to Japanese Music, but this is a story that my friend Pomme and I came up with for our Crazy MySpace ( www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy ) . Future stories related to J-Rock are as follows:

J-Rock Alice in Wonderland
J-Rock Through the Looking Glass
J-Rock Star Wars
and...
J-Rock Lord of the Rings.

Are we crazy? Yes.

List of characters with pics of who plays them:
Dorothy - Pomme ( http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/92/l_76b30fe2de4f47faa4acd1d7ded17452.jpg )
Toto - Sarai ( http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/l_5607b7003238444ba4b0f0d766075c3a.jpg )
Auntie Em - Fawn ( http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/106/m_0e65bb8433d74a7b81dcd3b3bbb0177b.jpg )
Uncle Henry - Aoi (from the GazettE) ( http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/107/l_70a05984437e4db2a3dac1ac818d5698.jpg )
Munchkin - Yomi (from Nightmare) ( http://media.animegalleries.net/albums/userpics/218639/Yomi-.jpg )
Glinda (The Good Witch) - hide matsumoto ( http://themusicsover.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hide.jpg )
The Wicked Witch of the West - Twink (Not many people know this person, lets leave at that)
The Scarecrow - Miyavi ( http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/100/l_b39a7c840eed717dab6a4ddad348516f.jpg )
The Tin-Man - Gackt ( http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/93/l_0a7b3537c0244275a93f8949715b4e8a.jpg )
The Lion - Yoshiki (X-Japan) ( http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/m_b9f6cd0b1c61c94f67e73d6500dd8a6c.jpg )
The Wizard of J-Rock - Ruki (from the GazettE) ( http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/102/l_c9480ca838cb2038acc1701521f933ca.jpg )
Leader of the Flying Monkeys - Hiroto (from Alice Nine) ( http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/Xyphien/Alice%20Nine/AliceNine-Hiroto-samaTheGuitaris-6.jpg )

If anyone is curious and wants me to send them some music from some of the people I've listed just pm me and I'll send them right along. You can find more craziness from Me at www.youtube.com/makingcrazylooksexy which is where Pomme and I host our Crazy Show. Check out the MySpace, check out the YouTube and read "J-Rock Wizard of Oz"!

Sarai is in and GONE!

Good News (For once) (dA)

Tue Jul 28, 2009, 3:56 PM

* Mood: Optimism
* Listening to: My brother talking
* Watching: the screen
* Eating: Chocolate Ice Cream
* Drinking: Soda

Okay, so we are not going to lose our apartment. My Grandfather is going to help us get back on our feet with the rent and such.

So, yay NOT BEING HOMELESS! :w00t!:

Now, if only I could find a job and we could get that disability money... Love you all!

Sarai Out!

Accidentally Said Yes

Current mood:apathetic

Okay, this is about how Sarai accidentally agreed to go out with a guy who wasn't her boyfriend.

I was sitting in the BookStore with Pomme and Manami-chan. This guy comes in. He has been in before and last time we had a conversation about bibles. No problem.

He comes in while Pomme and Manami are in with me and just looks around, then leaves. (I'm going to call him J for this) Well, the girls leave to get me some food because I'm not feeling well and I've had like 2 hours of sleep.

After they leave J comes back in.

Keep in mind that I have had 2 hours or less of sleep, not mention that I was cramping like you wouldn't believe and I am really naive.

He says "I was to shy to ask you in front of your friends, but would you like to go and get a fountain drink with me after you get off work?"

I say "Sorry, I can't today."

He says "Will you be here tomorrow?" (meaning Friday, as this was Thursday)

I say "No, but I'll be here Saturday."

He says "That's cool. I'll see you on Saturday then"

He then asks how old I am. Anyone who knows me and this thing I have with age differences should have expected my answer.

I say "I'm 20 and I'll be 21 in September"

He says "That's cool, I'm 23."

I say "Oh, that's cool. That's not that big of an age difference. That works. Cool."

He says "Okay, well I'll see you on Saturday"

Then he walks out. After he walks out my brain catches up with my mouth.

I then proceed to call Manami and ask her if what I just did was agreeing to go out on a date. She and Pomme say yes.

Now, I'm sure you're wondering how I "accidentally" accepted a date with some guy. Well, I've never been asked out before Donnie. And he came right out and said "Do you want to be my girlfriend" so, having little experience in this area I accidentally agreed to a date.

On Saturday I explained to J that I couldn't go out on a "date" with him because I have a bf, but if he would still like to go as friends that would be fine. He totally lied and said that he had only asked me out as a friend because he needs some more.

Also, I could never go out with someone who hangs out with the person he hangs out with. Normally I don't judge by friends, because I have some crazy friends, but I know the guy (lets call him G) and he is a massive ASSHOLE! Not to mention that I am still watiting to cut off this guy's dick, because he was very mean to one of my friends.

So, that is how Sarai accidentally got a date.

A Nostalgia Type Mood

Current mood:nostalgic

Hello, I'm Sarai Lillie, welcome to my blog. Today's tale is of a strange young woman with Nostalgia problems. "A Nostalgia Type Mood"

If you recognized what I was just copying there, then you might be in need of a good dose of Nostalgia.

Today I have not only gotten Fawn to watch Christmas Eve on Sesame Street, but I've also watched it myself! I also watched 6 songs from classic episodes of Sesame Street that I remember growing up watching. For example "Cereal Girl" which was a parody of "Material Girl" by Madonna. And "Put down the Duckie"!

I miss being a child sometimes. Right now, I'm getting ready to watch something else I used to adore when I was younger "Faerie Tale Theatre" with Shelley Duvall. Which is what I was parodying above. She always began each episode with "Hello, I'm Shelley Duvall, welcome to Faerie Tale Theatre." I liked that about her, you know? Anyway, I found "The Pied Piper of Hamelin" on YouTube and am actually getting ready to watch it. When I was growing up that was my favorite episode of Faerie Tale Theatre ever.

You know what else I want to watch? Lambchop. I know there have to be some people on here who used to watch Lambchop, Hush Puppy and Charlie Horse! God, I miss the good old days when TV was educational and fun, not just teenage drama and stupidity. Where did all the good shows go?!

ANd now you watch Sesame Street and Cookie Monster doesn't even eat cookies. They don't have "News Flash" with Kermit the Frog, Elmo and Big Bird are overly done. They don't even have Savion dancing anymore. So, if you are in a Nostalgia Type Mood like me, go to YouTube and watch some old school Sesame Streets or Faerie Tale Theatre or anything that you can find that made you smile as a child.

I'm Sarai and this is the end,
So long!

For a minute (dA)

Fri Jul 24, 2009, 4:45 PM

* Mood: Nervous
* Listening to: Stranger in Moscow - MJ
* Reading: Many things
* Eating: Ramen
* Drinking: Lemonade

The power is back on at the house. A friend paid for it. We are still supposed to be out by the end of the month. luckily my mom got paid last night so we have some money.

still staying with a friend. Kinda wish I wasn't. I'm going to miss this apartment. It just reminds me of how my ex-stepfather said we would never have to move again after we moved into our last house. Then he drags us here and then he and mom divorce. Now we have to move again. I get so tired of moving from place to place. I want to visit places, but still have a safe place to come home to.

Been thinking alot about going to Wisconsin. I have always been happy there, except for the fact that it is frigid. Lol, that's the selling point for my boyfriend!

Still waiting to see if we get the money from his court hearing. hope we find out sooner rather than later.

When it rains, God it fucking pours

Current mood:anxious

SO!! Updates on the Sarai

Power got shut off on Wednesday. We have no power whatsoever. And no money, even on a credit card, to get it turned back on. So, staying with a friend for the time being. This guy is so awesome, btw. I am really thankful for everything he has done for us.

We have to be out of our apartment by the end of the month. At first I thought it was the end of the week, but that was a miscommunication on my part. So the end of July we are supposed to be out of the apartment. Chris, Donnie and I are probably still going to be here at our friend's house. Which will be a little cramped because it is only a 2 bed room apartment. But we'll manage

Plus there is all sorts of shit going on with poor Fawn.

If everyone who believes in a higher power would pray on all of our behalves that would be appreciated.

All for now.

Later,
Sarai

Everything goes wrong... (dA)

Thu Jul 23, 2009, 1:31 AM

* Mood: Worried
* Listening to: Wii music

Electricity got shut off yesterday. We have to be out of the apartment by the end of July. And we have no money. Life is fucking fantastic. *sarcasm*

When it rains it pours

6,000!! (dA)

Mon Jul 20, 2009, 6:31 PM

* Mood: Wow!
* Listening to: Imogen Heap
* Watching: the skies

Holy shit!! I reached 6,000 views!!! Thanks so much to everyone who has stopped by!!!

Love, Sarai

The Crazy MySpace

Current mood:aggravated

As everyone knows (well everyone who pays attention) Pomme and I started a Crazy Show on YouTube ( www.youtube.com/makingcrazylooksexy ). Well we've taken it to the next level. We now have a CRAZY MYSPACE!!

On the MySpace, you can read our blogs, which consist of:

* The Song of the Day provided by Pomme
* J-Rock News provided by Fawn
* Poems, Crazy Dreams, Awkward Questions provided by Sarai
and...
* And general Crazy provided by Pomme, Fawn and Sarai.


You will also get to see the bloopers to our show that don't get uploaded to YouTube. Along with our "Crazy Quickies" where we review movies, music and books.

A really cool thing about the MySpace is that it keeps you updated on all the goings on with the show and with us (Pomme, Sarai and Fawn).

So, go check it out ( www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy ) and add us if you want to see more!!

Sarai

Pomme & Sarai's Crazy Show on YouTube! (dA)

Fri Jul 17, 2009, 2:27 PM

* Mood: Jolly
* Listening to: Our giggling...
* Reading: A convo with a friend
* Watching: Us make fools of ourselves
* Playing: games with your heads!

Heylo to everyone watching me... I thought I would let everyone know that my friend Pomme and I have created a WebShow on YouTube!!!

It is called Pomme & Sarai's Crazy Show!

We also have a Crazy MySpace. I will include both links on here, after this message from our cast...

Top 5 Reasons YOU should watch Our Show

1. We are just that DAMN CUTE!

2. Where else can you get comedy like this?

3. You get a variety of topics and we like input! If you suggest a topic or something crazy for us to do you might see it on our show!!

4. We are ONLY 2 calories per view and are part of a WELL BALANCED YOUTUBE DIET! Though, we are not yet approved by the FDA.

5. We are Asian Music friendly. Not only that, we are Music in General friendly!

Click here ( www.youtube.com/makingcrazylooksexy ) to watch/subscribe/friend our YouTube Channel with all of our episodes!!! And Click here ( www.myspace.com/makingcrazysexy )to friend us on MySpace. Or just to read our Blogs! ^^

The Uncut Version of Pomme and Sarai's Crazy Show Episode 2

Current mood:awake

Our First attempt at Episode 2 was too long for YouTube, so this is the Uncut version... the cut version will be on YouTube as soon as we finish it. Thanks for watching... BTW, if you want to subscribe to our videos on YouTube or you want to be our Friend on YouTube here is the link:

http://www.youtube.com/user/MakingCrazyLookSexy

Stay Tuned for MORE CRAZINESS!!


Pomme and Sarai's Crazy Show Episode 2

S to the A to the R A I | Myspace Video

Funny Quotes by Fawn, Pomme and Sarai (We be CRAZY!)

Current mood:amused

Fawn: Maybe she killed her and buried her in a shallow grave somewhere...
Sarai: C'mon, this is my mother we're talking about, Not Yours!

Pomme: I think I forgot how to breathe?
Sarai: Take lung into your air!

Sarai: Oooh! Ask Yoshiki if I can have a crocodile!"

Fawn: She may get eaten by a tiger, but at least she isn't smoking!
Pomme: *Spits Pop*

Fawn: I know you can't see this, but my head is hitting the desk repeatedly.

Pomme: Can I have a pet J-Rocker then?!

Pomme: No, I don't invite guys with Chainsaws!

Pomme: I take it we're not going to have a cup of tea now?

Pomme: You did more than kick a puppy! You KILLED a puppy!!

Sarai: Oh, (pause) then yeah, I'm yelling at you!

Pomme: (after accidentally ripping out a serial killer's lip piercing in a dream) What? We can't be best friends after this?

Gackt: I thought I was going to die two months ago and then I thought about "When was the last time I had sex?". I realized it had been 3 months and I found the will to live.

Sarai: (To Megan) Aw! I made you grow balls!

Pomme: Plus, You're Asian, so shut up!

Pomme: I'm very optimistic that I'm going to die!

Pomme: Really?! That thing attached to your body is your head? That thing on your shoulders is your head?! WOW!

Pomme: (After I asked why no one was mourning my death in her dream) We will mourn the fact that your dead AFTER we all get out alive! Its not that we don't love you, its just that we're being chased by a serial killer!

Pomme: We're being chased by a serial killer and you all want me ot have sex?!

Pomme: Yes you should be scared of me, but you should be more scared of the creepy guy behind you. RUN!

Pomme: You know, this Apple friendship is over!

Sarai: I loved you, I'm dead now, but I loved you!!

Pomme: Your douchebaggery pisses me off dude!

Pomme: (Matter of factly) So, he grr's at me and I knee him in the nuts.

Sarai: I'm dead, it doesn't matter!

Pomme: (After Tora tries to comfort her in a dream) You fail! You fail Tora. SHUT UP!

Pomme: How long is forever?
Other Person: An eternity?
Pomme: Well then your eternity is going to end right now.

Pomme: Go fuck yourself with a really big dick named Excalibur!
Sarai: That would be really awkward with you around!

Pomme: Hey that one's Asian... No wait, he's just really ugly!

Sarai: She lost JT and gained an ex-boyfriend!


That's all for now, but there will be more!! ^^