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Aug. 5th, 2003
I miss my girls so badly sometimes, I can fucking taste it on my tongue.
I wish we all lived on the same block. Then we could stick our heads out our windows and HOLLAH whenever there needed to be shit talking done.
Of course, being the alpha bitches that we all are, we'd probably murder each other in our sleep. One by one.
Either that, or we'd rise up and take over the planet.
World fucking domination. Ninja bitches, pigtail bitches, Elvis bitches, bitches wielding needles, and bitches wielding foam swords. Bitches with bunnies and bitches stealing hubcaps.
In the words of one of the aforementioned bitches, "Fear us, for we are cute and angry and we wear ridiculous shoes."
This journal entry has been brought to you by the letters "EFF" and "U".
And it was written while sampling an absolutely marvelous glass of 72 Chateau de Boot in the Ass.
I wish we all lived on the same block. Then we could stick our heads out our windows and HOLLAH whenever there needed to be shit talking done.
Of course, being the alpha bitches that we all are, we'd probably murder each other in our sleep. One by one.
Either that, or we'd rise up and take over the planet.
World fucking domination. Ninja bitches, pigtail bitches, Elvis bitches, bitches wielding needles, and bitches wielding foam swords. Bitches with bunnies and bitches stealing hubcaps.
In the words of one of the aforementioned bitches, "Fear us, for we are cute and angry and we wear ridiculous shoes."
This journal entry has been brought to you by the letters "EFF" and "U".
And it was written while sampling an absolutely marvelous glass of 72 Chateau de Boot in the Ass.
My brain has been teeming with stories lately. It usually starts just as I'm trying to fall asleep in bed, which kind of sucks because then I either a. forget about them or b. can't sleep because the stories will eat me.
However, this and the fact that I have a willing collaberator has given me a new drive to continue my writing. Maybe I'll even finish the two short stories sitting on disk that have gone untouched for two years. Phooey.
The Engineer and I watched 'Fight Club' this evening, it being the first time he'd ever seen it. He didn't like the story twist at the end, although I think it's brilliant. We also got into a bit of a discussion involving fundies, because I told him about a conversation I had with one of our neighbours in the wee hours of the morning involving religion.
She's a bit dizzy, you see. Sometimes, very intelligent things come out of her mouth and it gives me hope. But, that gets squashed down with the next ten sentences that she baa's forth. Raised a Baptist and all she knows is what she's been told is correct. The Bible is law and God is infallible. Everything written in the Gospels is correct and there are no disagreements allowed.
I gave her a bit of a run around with the story of Sodom and Gommorah, though. And I briefly brushed into Leviticus, though I quelled my desire to start shouting about it. It wouldn't do for me to go into a full scale rant in the back parking lot of my apartment building at two in the morning.
I'm not the type of person to hide my religion, I never really have been. But, I know who I should or should not speak freely with. And this girl, unfortunately, is firmly placed into the catagorey of "should not know". I find this a bit stifling, I don't like having to run around statements about what I actually believe in. I don't like hiding things or obscuring the truth. But, I think it's better for all parties involved to just not know.
However, this and the fact that I have a willing collaberator has given me a new drive to continue my writing. Maybe I'll even finish the two short stories sitting on disk that have gone untouched for two years. Phooey.
The Engineer and I watched 'Fight Club' this evening, it being the first time he'd ever seen it. He didn't like the story twist at the end, although I think it's brilliant. We also got into a bit of a discussion involving fundies, because I told him about a conversation I had with one of our neighbours in the wee hours of the morning involving religion.
She's a bit dizzy, you see. Sometimes, very intelligent things come out of her mouth and it gives me hope. But, that gets squashed down with the next ten sentences that she baa's forth. Raised a Baptist and all she knows is what she's been told is correct. The Bible is law and God is infallible. Everything written in the Gospels is correct and there are no disagreements allowed.
I gave her a bit of a run around with the story of Sodom and Gommorah, though. And I briefly brushed into Leviticus, though I quelled my desire to start shouting about it. It wouldn't do for me to go into a full scale rant in the back parking lot of my apartment building at two in the morning.
I'm not the type of person to hide my religion, I never really have been. But, I know who I should or should not speak freely with. And this girl, unfortunately, is firmly placed into the catagorey of "should not know". I find this a bit stifling, I don't like having to run around statements about what I actually believe in. I don't like hiding things or obscuring the truth. But, I think it's better for all parties involved to just not know.
