Little sleep was had yesterday due to my big Japanese test. I'm not going to jinx myself by speculating how I did but I studied pretty hard for it.

Went through the Guild in a sort of haze but managed to have a good time none the less. Played a fun little game called Frontier. Hugged Danielle some and hung out with my mooks.

Work was the hardest part just sitting around trying to stay awake but I managed(and get to do so again tonight.)

Today I'm lying in bed(at the moment) with a mischievous and restless Danielle. I should probaly get off here and take care of her ass right now in fact

Later

Cuddles

Current Mood: amused

FETISHISED FACE SURGERY OR FFS IS RAPIDLY EMERGING AS A SEXUAL ORIENTATION





( these are early picture of a 12x24 poster. this is only half of the artwork and the finishing touches aint been done yet. )

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Birthday Hoodie!
Originally uploaded by kittydoom

Made for me specially by Miffy! <3

Does it mean anything if you dream of someone with scars on one side of their face and maimed arms? What if its also an extremely beautiful (to you) you member of the opposite sex and they give you nothing but sass?

I have really weird dreams...I wonder if this person is out there...

Current Mood: quixotic

hello, welcome to the 519 church's queer soup kitchen.


( clean hair is stupid propeganda )

Between nablopomo, grading, and advising, I've had a very busy week. Unfortunately, I was too busy to write any memorial haiku, not even for poor Soupy Sales.

Instead of my own stuff, I bought a copy of GK Chesterton's Ballad Of A  Suicide. The title suggests a bleak poem, but it isn't. It's about not killing yourself.

Beyond Chesterton's wit and skill, one thing I love about this poem is that it illustrates that "negative" doesn't necessarily mean the same thing as bad or pessimistic. That's just the most popular meaning of the word. Consider the following statements:

• I am going to kill myself
• I am not going to do drugs anymore

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I know, I've been posting a lot of videos and other random things lately, but I saw this and couldn't resist. LittleKuriboh's hilarious insanity always makes me feel better when I'm a little down. XD

♪ Can't beat my, can't beat my, no they can't beat my Brooklyn Rage... ♪

Current Mood: tired

http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/11/very-sekrit-passphrase.html

"We think they should come over to the merch table and point to this poster...




...and say 'That chick in the yellow corset crowdsurfing looks kind of hot. I wonder if she's dating anyone?' And then they get something for free."

Do you miss me???

TWITTER"

I cant be on the internet now.

been reading and writing for 3 hours. i am kicked off the internet. i really do believe the internet makes me more informed with a varriety of conflicting opinions and the internet helps me maintain a social network of real friends across the country and the internet gives my art a voice across the country and my art is the only thing that makes my life worht anything. i changed all my internet passwords. my password for face book and email is "ducklings". password for my credit card I've had for over two months now, her password is special secret banking password "kittenbasket" all my sweet friends are my ducklings. kitten basket is my name for when i fuck one of you. cuz i fuck like a cute kitten and i bet you do if your fuckin me.

i'm really glad all my friends still like me even though ever since i got hit in the head with an iron pipe (april2007 forever) my brain has been a little scrambled. braindamage is awsome. sometimes my werners area craps out and i start talking in doggeral poetry or repeating myself and scrambling sentence word orders. I think the damage to my language centers is also visible in my writing. I write kinna ok ever since i got hit in the head. I'm also really really lazy and i try to fuck everything. sometimes i have this thing where my ego hits the ceiling and i walk arround half convinced that the entire planet is in my mind and I get lost trying to figure out what things are wrong with my brain that make the world suck. and it works. I have found a trick where i have stuck over %90 of my brain in to archive storage. what I left behind is a stupid agressive horny husk who runs my affairs and takes orders from me. the creature walking arround in my flesh is my precious little golem Sybil Lamb. You might have noticed her before as my "porn name". except now she is real.

for the rest of my life i intend to just snuggle in to a gigantic bed and read and draw and write. and that is exactly where i am, except inside of sybil and she leaves the house and spends all my money. she blew $40 of cough syrope last month. Sybil gets laid alot. its insane to live inside her head and watch her screw.












i need to mine my rants of late... i need a printer,








do you like sleepy time ??

i'm in love with Nil Frykdl and I'm gonna come out and write him a note.
I have to confess my affections now, the governemnt says...

oh shit, im in trouble for something...

I know the phrase "political correctness" tends to be overused. But it's still a useful term. The adjective before "correctness" suggests that it is something to be distinguished from plain old ordinary correctness. And perhaps that it isn't really correctness.

The Fort Hood shootings do a good job of illustrating this. A lot of people are saying we shouldn't make blanket judgments about Muslims from this incident. So far so good. I'm in complete agreement with that. I know lots of  Muslims and none of them are anything like Major Hasan.

What I don't agree with is the attempt to whitewash any evidence that Hasan's actions were motivated by his faith.
According to eyewitnesses,  Hasan shouted "Allahu Akbar!" before the shooting. The mainstream media has been obfuscating this.
A good example can be found in this article at radioviceonline.com.  when CNN quoted a witness out of context on their website. The article on the website makes it looks as if he is not sure of his recollections. When the quote is given it's proper context, it can be seen that is not the case at all.

It's not really any of my business but I'm getting irritated over the unemployment of my two youngest roommates. Not so much that they don't have jobs, it's that they seem content to stay that way and let their moms pay their rent. Whenever I'm working a less than fun job to put myself through college and pay my own bills I get annoyed with people who just sit on their asses all day making a mess in the apartment.

I get up around 12pm-2pm every day cause I work 3rd shift and don't go to bed around 6am-7am every day. They get up generally later than me cause they sit up all night playing XBox. They waste half a day that could be spent job hunting. Then they start asking if they can have some of my food. I can sympathize with being unemployed, but when you're out of work you bust your ass to look for work. Unemployment is a full time job in of itself.

This just annoys me is all. I don't respect them because of this and I want them to either get jobs or move out. Odds are at least one of them will. Hopefully around the end of December so they can easily be replaced via Craigslist.

Later

Cuddles

Current Mood: contemplative

Birthday Flowers
Originally uploaded by kittydoom

From Xander's mom!

Saturday, November 21st



When: Saturday November 21st, 2009 at 9:00 PM
Where: Charlotte’s Underground 4205 Monroe Rd. Charlotte, North Carolina 28205 United States

18 +
$5/$7

DJs Spider and Sanity Ana

GothSwap is chance for you to clean out your closets of all the stuff that you thought you would wear/can’t fit anymore/cannot stand to wear ever again. This includes shoes, clothes, bags, jewelry, etc. The basic idea is “you bring an item, you get an item”.
In addition, we are offering an opportunity for you to also tag some things for actual sale for this swap, for those who would like a little extra cash for the holiday season. Please drop DJ Spider a note here on the ROTB MySpace for more info as to how this will be handled as part of the Batty Bazaar.

We will also gladly take any donations of old coats and blankets, and make sure they get to those places that are running drives this season -- Charlotte is supposed to have the coldest, snowiest winter in a few years, and we know you've thought about it, but just can't make the final pieces come together. We'll take care of it for you!

And we have some great giveaways for you, from our friends at CrunchPod! New releases from Cervello Electtronico and C/A/T will be given away to lucky winners all night!

Spellbound's hostess Lori Beth presents DJ's
Spider and Kangal -- REUNITED (cuz it feels so good?)

And if that picture doesn't tell you how long we've tagged on decks together....I'd say he was half the man he was then, but it totally wouldn't come out right!

But it's been at least 3 years since we've spun together like we used to at Purgatory (including some crazy ass tag-team matches atthe end of the night), and I'm fully expecting a HUGELY good time :) Plus it's been almost a year since I've been in DC, and this time Pet is actually coming along! WHEEEEEE!

Work sucked tonight in that it's freezing cold and pouring down rain. I feel waterlogged. It's the wind that got me more than anything else.

Later

Cuddles

http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/11/radio-books-violin-lessons-also-haircut.html

The Blue Room had in prehistoric times been added to by taking in a superfluous passage, and so not only had the advantage of two doors, but enabled us to get to the head of the stairs without passing the chamber wherein our dragon-aunt lay couched. It was rarely occupied, except when a casual uncle came down for the night. We entered in noiseless file, the room being plunged in darkness, except for a bright strip of moonlight on the floor, across which we must pass for our exit. On this our leading lady chose to pause, seizing the opportunity to study the hang of her new dressing-gown. Greatly satisfied thereat, she proceeded, after the feminine fashion, to peacock and to pose, pacing a minuet down the moonlit patch with an imaginary partner. This was too much for Edward's histrionic instincts, and after a moment's pause he drew his single-stick, and with flourishes meet for the occasion, strode onto the stage. A struggle ensued on approved lines, at the end of which Selina was stabbed slowly and with unction, and her corpse borne from the chamber by the ruthless cavalier. The rest of us rushed after in a clump, with capers and gesticulations of delight; the special charm of the performance lying in the necessity for its being carried out with the dumbest of dumb shows.

Once out on the dark landing, the noise of the storm without told us that we had exaggerated the necessity for silence; so, grasping the tails of each other's nightgowns even as Alpine climbers rope themselves together in perilous places, we fared stoutly down the staircase-moraine, and across the grim glacier of the hall, to where a faint glimmer from the half-open door of the drawing-room beckoned to us like friendly hostel-lights. Entering, we found that our thriftless seniors had left the sound red heart of a fire, easily coaxed into a cheerful blaze; and biscuits—a plateful—smiled at us in an encouraging sort of way, together with the halves of a lemon, already once squeezed but still suckable. The biscuits were righteously shared, the lemon segments passed from mouth to mouth; and as we squatted round the fire, its genial warmth consoling our unclad limbs, we realised that so many nocturnal perils had not been braved in vain.

"It's a funny thing," said Edward, as we chatted, "how I hate this room in the daytime. It always means having your face washed, and your hair brushed, and talking silly company talk. But to-night it's really quite jolly. Looks different, somehow."

"I never can make out," I said, "what people come here to tea for. They can have their own tea at home if they like,—they're not poor people,—with jam and things, and drink out of their saucer, and suck their fingers and enjoy themselves; but they come here from a long way off, and sit up straight with their feet off the bars of their chairs, and have one cup, and talk the same sort of stuff every time."

Selina sniffed disdainfully. "You don't know anything about it," she said. "In society you have to call on each other. It's the proper thing to do."

"Pooh! YOU'RE not in society," said Edward, politely; "and, what's more, you never will be."

"Yes, I shall, some day," retorted Selina; "but I shan't ask you to come and see me, so there!"

"Wouldn't come if you did," growled Edward.