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Leave me lying here, cause I dont wanna go.
Well here I am again, writing about nothing new or nothing worthwhile reading, but nevertheless, I'm here again. I have come to the vast conclusion that my life is utterly boring and somewhat ordinary. Although I do LOVE (and when I say love, I mean get off over) drama. I even love it if im involved with it. I think it's because I like to be on top. I like to witness two people bickering almost to the point of a bloody fist fight masacre. This is also the only reason I go into online chatrooms. Soemthing is twisted inside my head, but I feel drama, arguments, and fights, all make our earth go round.
I've also realized that I desperately need new pictures. They are all outdated on my livejournal (and myspace). It blows because I took some gorgeous semi-goth pictures of me on my camera phone, but I can't get on the internet from my phone to transport it. Last time I was on my internet for approximately 5 minutes and they bitch slapped me with a $120 bill (Thats $120 extra to the already sky-rocketed overrage charges). How can you charge that much money for 5 minutes with of internet usage? I swear Cingular is amazing at bending people over and anally pounding loyal customers. So for now, I have to result to looking at my new hot picture as my phone's wallpaper.
Trisha and I have decided that from now on, whenever we are at a bar that has a jukebox we are going to insert $1 and pick 2 songs. BUT at least 1 of the songs HAS TO BE Blondie. Usually we play "Heart of Glass", or "Call me". It's become a drunken night tradition. After one of Blondie's songs are selected, you may choose the remaining song you wish. So we sit at the bar gracefully sipping our gin and tonics (she never gets gin and tonic, thats always me) and as soon as we hear one of ours songs beginning, we go nuts. I'm not sure why because we've both heard each song thousands of times. That brings up my next question, why doesn't anyone ever insert money into a juke box and pick something they've never heard? I'm guilty of this as well.
Oh! I found all of my Vegas pictures. I have a way of scanning the pictures to show everyone, but I don't know of a site that will let me host my pictures. So I guess I will put the pictures on my myspace site for people to see. There is a spectacular picture of me where I look like a cosmopolitan sipping goddess. And there are sexy pictures of Ian.
The night before last, I was looking at pictures of these two people (who I'm convinced are the hottest livejournal/myspace couple I've ever seen) who are unique and beautiful with a lot of tattoos. Well that night I dreamt that Ian had 4 really intense tattoos (One of a dying black rose with blood dripping from it, the words "perfectly sized" on his weiner that you could only see when fully erect, a skull with a knife through the center on his back, and the last one I can't really remember) and all of a sudden while I was admiring his tattoos, we started having crazy sex. It was the best sex dream I've ever had. It was so spontaneous and real. I woke up extremely happy. And to top things off, that night, my dream came true. I doubt anyone has read this far anyway, but that's enough for today.
Well here I am again, writing about nothing new or nothing worthwhile reading, but nevertheless, I'm here again. I have come to the vast conclusion that my life is utterly boring and somewhat ordinary. Although I do LOVE (and when I say love, I mean get off over) drama. I even love it if im involved with it. I think it's because I like to be on top. I like to witness two people bickering almost to the point of a bloody fist fight masacre. This is also the only reason I go into online chatrooms. Soemthing is twisted inside my head, but I feel drama, arguments, and fights, all make our earth go round.
I've also realized that I desperately need new pictures. They are all outdated on my livejournal (and myspace). It blows because I took some gorgeous semi-goth pictures of me on my camera phone, but I can't get on the internet from my phone to transport it. Last time I was on my internet for approximately 5 minutes and they bitch slapped me with a $120 bill (Thats $120 extra to the already sky-rocketed overrage charges). How can you charge that much money for 5 minutes with of internet usage? I swear Cingular is amazing at bending people over and anally pounding loyal customers. So for now, I have to result to looking at my new hot picture as my phone's wallpaper.
Trisha and I have decided that from now on, whenever we are at a bar that has a jukebox we are going to insert $1 and pick 2 songs. BUT at least 1 of the songs HAS TO BE Blondie. Usually we play "Heart of Glass", or "Call me". It's become a drunken night tradition. After one of Blondie's songs are selected, you may choose the remaining song you wish. So we sit at the bar gracefully sipping our gin and tonics (she never gets gin and tonic, thats always me) and as soon as we hear one of ours songs beginning, we go nuts. I'm not sure why because we've both heard each song thousands of times. That brings up my next question, why doesn't anyone ever insert money into a juke box and pick something they've never heard? I'm guilty of this as well.
Oh! I found all of my Vegas pictures. I have a way of scanning the pictures to show everyone, but I don't know of a site that will let me host my pictures. So I guess I will put the pictures on my myspace site for people to see. There is a spectacular picture of me where I look like a cosmopolitan sipping goddess. And there are sexy pictures of Ian.
The night before last, I was looking at pictures of these two people (who I'm convinced are the hottest livejournal/myspace couple I've ever seen) who are unique and beautiful with a lot of tattoos. Well that night I dreamt that Ian had 4 really intense tattoos (One of a dying black rose with blood dripping from it, the words "perfectly sized" on his weiner that you could only see when fully erect, a skull with a knife through the center on his back, and the last one I can't really remember) and all of a sudden while I was admiring his tattoos, we started having crazy sex. It was the best sex dream I've ever had. It was so spontaneous and real. I woke up extremely happy. And to top things off, that night, my dream came true. I doubt anyone has read this far anyway, but that's enough for today.