December 6th, 2005
|01:41 pm - A number of disjointed thoughts, quotes, dreams, and ideas|
I had a dream last night where I shaved my head. It was another form of escape.
I'm on a number of people's "Weight Watchers" filters, and I hope this idea does not offend.
I have been told that I'm too skinny. I had the sudden inspiration today that maybe I should join Weight Watchers and try and use their methods in reverse. I don't know if their methods can be used in that way, though. This pends further research.
After hearing the story he looked at me and simply said, "You still in love wif dis girl."
-Root Boy and Frank Bama, Where Is Joe Merchant?
The Tick has pockets. Did you know this? It is an ancient secret. Guard it well, for you are now enlightened.
"You're actually at the best stage of your relationship when you're past all that storybook-ending mumbo jumbo. Too many people waste too much time trying to make the reality of their lives conform to the unreality of the myth of romantic love. Happily ever after, now and then, is what you're looking for, and that takes work. You're right where you should be. Like I said before, it's all a balancing act, like trying to stand on one of those balls in the circus. Your Frank can't get a grip on his feelings. He's just being selfish and doesn't know it. That's what makes you crazy. Once he's able to come to grips with the truth and make room for you in his life, it'll be easier."
-Desdemona, Where Is Joe Merchant?
My Thuggee knife has tasted its first blood.
Last night I had a dream. I was back in the states, looking back over my boarding passes for the trip, and found that I was supposed to fly out of Heathrow. There was supposed to be a layover of 12 hours in London, and I was very excited about this, as it would have given me a chance to call on hekatatia and there was also a layover in Nottingham. Of course, I knew fred_smith was not in Nottingham, but heck, you never know.
I don't know how I managed to get home without taking that layover, but I did, and now I was seeing that maybe I should have spent a bit more time in Europe. I was thinking about how I would call in to my office. "Hi, I'm not going to make it in. For some stupid reason, I'm in London."
I was willing to fly back to Heathrow to get that 12 hour layover.
Man, sometimes my dreams are crazy. I do the stupidest things in them.
"You're in a spin, Frank. That's all. Remember, lack of rudder control gets you into a spin, and control of the rudder gets you out."
-Blanton Meyercord, the Jet-Ski Killer, Where Is Joe Merchant?
I've had occasion to hear the arguments for and against naplam recently. It's an interesting experience.
"It's all make-believe. You see what you want to see, not what's really there."
-Trevor Kane, Where Is Joe Merchant?
I had a dream last night where I had flown back to Paris with my parents. I was disinterested in seeing that silly piece of scaffolding they're so proud of. I'm not sure how to spell its name, but I think it's "Eiffle"? The Eiffle Tower? But my mom wanted to see it, so we went.
The smog was so thick we couldn't see the top. I kept pointing out that there was a perfectly good replica just two hours south of my house, at King's Island, and we didn't need to be in Paris for this.
My parents sought the perfect picture, and I went looking for a new Thuggee knife. Those who have seen mine will know why. I went to a knife store that was (strangely) under the Tower, and looked at every knife in stock. My dad asked what I was doing, and I responded with a generally non-committal, "You probably don't want to know."
They did not have one.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Makin' Music for Money", -JB
What-- but-- pockets--
Shaving your head does not provide an escape. Naturally, I say this with the view point of a woman and not a man-- it is probably different for the individual with a penis.
You are too skinny, or so I say after having my hands all over you. Build up some muscle. ;)
That's true, you were more than a bit touchy-feely at WWF, now, weren't you?
I'm not sure anyone's touched quite that much of me in a very, very long time. *laughs*
I know, what the hell was I thinking? Can I still be gay and touching a man's penis? Oh wait, I guess I can be....
You need to be touched more, but not by creepy people so I guess I'm out. :)
It's amazing where that body paint ended up, isn't it? As for touching, I think it's gotta be done on my terms right now, primarily because of the creepies. Holding them at bay sometimes means holding everyone else at bay, too.
But I was reading that quote above from Desdemona, and it struck home, especially the first part. I'm not sure how much like Frank I am (I'm much more of a Norman Paperman than I am a Frank Bama), but yeah, I'd agree with the quote.
(You know, people are just going to think that this is more of our stupid harmless flirting that doesn't mean anything. I love that we have such a reptuation that no one would believe anything untoward had happened at WWF!)
I have paint on my bracelet, on books, on shoes, on my jeans... freaking everywhere. I look at it and smile the biggest smile. I do hope it did not stain anything of yours, because I may have to inappropriately touch you again. :D
I feel bad for anyone who is not creepy, but then I figure most people are so I guess I do not feel that bad. :P
Gawd, now I have an itch to read that book. Damn the reading. *shakes fist*. I can only hope you go past that stage with everyone you want to get close to. Fuck, who would ever thought we would be like this from some freak IM I sent you. We need lap dances to celebrate.
I have a reputation in ADF for something other than foaming at the mouth? For shame, for shame! If people only knew the truth, I hear it is stranger than fiction. Which is very true with us.....
I haven't washed the pants yet, so I don't know whether anything has/will be stained. I'm kinda lazy with the laundry. . . I mean, I'm not washing anything that you've touched, my Goddess!
I'm comfortable with touching on some very limited levels right now. In a couple of cases, it's been quite healing.
Of course, some people seem to think that I'm just being egotisitcal about stuff, assuming that people will want to touch me, or that people can't resist it or something. Bullshit on that. I just realize that it's my problem, not anyone else's, and I want to work on it in my own time without pressure.
Though sometimes it seems that that's too much to ask.
As for reputations, well, mine grows and changes and mutates daily. You gotta live like you're dyin'. :) Me, I'm probably just looking like a dirty, creepy old man at this point *snickers*
I'll have to see if I can't dig up the synopsis I just wrote of this book I sent it via IM to a friend, so I have to remember which friend it was and see if I have a message log for it.
And I think it's funny that I'm basically writing what could (potentially) be a private email between you and me in my public LJ. What will people think? *gaspandhorror!*
Not washing anything I touched, eh? You dirty dirty boy! I am happy I am within some sort of comfort zone. I would hate to be a creepy person. Anyone who thinks you are being egotistical needs a Cthulu upside the head. You cannot be a creepy old man, though. That is what m3ch
is! He still blushes about it all.
People will think you are petty, I foam at the mouth, we are having inappropriate sex, and then they will be all jealous. And if they're not, they're lying.
Haha. If you weren't in some sort of comfort zone, do you think I would have sat so still for you? For that long? With that much obvious trust? With you running your hands wherever you wanted? With all those people watching? With m3ch
within sitting distance? Boy, that just gets dirtier and dirtier, doesn't it? And it's all true, too!
As for people thinking I'm egotistical, I think they simply misunderstand my reasons for being so damn quiet about my breakup with Tina. The majority of them seem to think that it was primarily because I thought I was some sort of "hot item". Really, I just wanted to deal with the change on my own before anyone else started treating me differently because of it. And "treating me differently" doesn't mean "after my cock," so much as noting the fact that I didn't want to hear the, "Oh, I'm soooo
sorry she dumped you!" shlock.
After all, at the time, I wasn't so sorry she dumped me, and if anyone thinks I had any solid self-worth after that. . . Well, then they really don't know me.
I hope that the people keep lying, and never figure out the real truth!sex when noone knows is just sooooo much better!
wanted me to stress that he is a creepy old guy
, it was important to him. ;)
I am all about the comofrt, and rubbing your nipples. Haha, I love that word. :) And you know, babe, I'll never treat you different. You'll always be my sex kitten and willing photo-slut. And, for the record, you look fucking hot in the photographs. I wish I could share them now but I have no cables to connect my camera to this laptop.
People need to stop thinking they know what is best for you and just accept you and celebrate you
The truth is never what people want anyway. :)
that his status is duly noted.
Nipple is a grand word. I want to meet that cat one day.
As for treatment, I know. I don't believe that either of us is going to be changing the way we treat the other in the near future. But I'll have you know I missed you pretty badly while you were in Japan :)
I wish those photos would be ready for when I get to posting my adventures on that day. One or two of them would go a long way :) But, I'm patient. The rest of the world will need to wait to see my hotness, as captured by you.
(Though, honestly, I don't think it was me being hot. I think there was some inter
action that really did it. . .)
*grins* They say it's the truth that sets you free, but really, it's the lies that make you immortal :)
If we do this vamp thing it seems it will be in our house as I expect no one to show up so you can probably meet the wonderfully sweet Nipple. She likes to be stoked gently.
I think we interact rather nicely. My problem is no one sees me as a threat in their quest to get to you, WTF! I need some more jealous spite thrown my way, keep me on my toes. I missed you while I was gone too, I think I had withdrawl (which would explain all these comments).
And no, I am talking about photographs with just you. If you wait until I return to post I could possibly have one or two ready for you a few days after I return on the 8th.....
We need to be immortal, and doing it through lies is better than being a bloated ruddy vampire.
*grins* I won't be posting about the night the pictures were taken until the 9th, for sure. If nothing else, I won't finish posting all my pictures until the 10th at least, so then I can launch into a "Oh, yeah, and this is the night we took pics!"
So some of the ones of me alone came out alright? I felt remarkably silly there. :) I much preferred posing with others, honestly, and not just because of the boobies!
You're totally the biggest roadblock to anyone getting in my pants. I should get underwear with your photo on it to prevent scary people from trying.
Promise your sweet Nipple that when I see her, gentle stroking will commense.
I'll see what I can do. Be a dear and email M about permission to post them though (public post and all), I do not think I will get a response in time and I do not want her uncomffy. And yes, you look fine alone. Better with the interaction. But, that is understood. I need to get more photographs to do a proper calendar.
If I get the photograph of me I want, I may just end up on underwear. ;) Just what you need, a lesbian on your under-garments. Growl.
Nipple will be happy to hear that.
Damn straight I need that. *laughs* I wonder if I'd ever wear 'em, or if I'd just frame them. Maybe put them in a special frame that said, "Break glass in case of emergency."
I'll drop off an email for ya :)
And I'll betcha Nipple'll be happy to hear it.
If there is one thing the world needs... it is a framed pair of underwear with my photograph on them. The hammer to break the glass would have boobies on it.
I'll see what I can do about that hammer :)
My Thuggee knife has tasted its first blood.
I wanna hear the story?
|Date:||December 6th, 2005 09:36 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: My Thuggee knife has tasted its first blood.
Dunno if it'll make it as a story or not. As shizukagozen
noted above, the truth is stranger than the fiction. . .
at one point, i had worked out a deal where the world would become a body part donation site. think of the countless women who have small boobies and want larger ones? guess what? i have way more than i want. i'm totally willing to donate. if anyone would like some of mine, arrange the transplantation and you can have an extra cup size or two.
i'm sure that you don't want larger boobies, so you can have part of my thighs.
as far as not being over the girl, i'm not over the boy. go figure. it doesn't seem like it has gotten any easier. how about for you?
Word has it that my calves need some re-building. Got any spare there?
It doesn't seem like it's gotten any easier, but hell, if I believed it wouldn't, I'd be in a sad state.
Really, I'm generally alright. I may not be over her, but there's little pain associated with that. The pains I get are from other sources, I find.
You and I should form a club. We can call it the "We're Not Over You Yet But We're Still Smiling Club."
And at our meetings, we'll dance ourselves silly while the rest of the world goes drifting by at its own damn pace.