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.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 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.
* 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.
Wednesday, August 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.
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.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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"
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"
Friday, August 21, 2009
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!! ^^
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!! ^^
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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!)
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.
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.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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.
---
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
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.
---
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
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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
* 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!
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!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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!
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!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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!
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!
* 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!!
* 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!!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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.
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.”
Story continues below ↓advertisement | your ad here
“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.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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
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
* 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
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