On biting my style. Bros.
All this talk of Jannette is just because I so often miss her, and she's driving up the 5 right at this very moment to move in with me for a while, and it's a mixed bag of feelings because I really enjoy living alone but having her around might be good. Good for the soul and the system but maybe not quite for the sanity, actually.
Oh, and maybe good for my circadian rhythm. It's just that it's always so dark in here. Doesn't matter what time it is. I don't get much sunlight anyway and the drapes take care of the bit that tries to sneak in. I'll wake up at noon and think it's 5 pm so I figure, why not just stay in bed because what's it going to hurt anyway?
I worry about room-temperature Diet Coke turning into formaldehyde because of all those studies but then I wonder if that's the only thing keeping me from looking 25.
. . .
Desvelos: http://www.livejournal.com/users/screwsleep/65012.html
Desvelos: Aww I remember this day
juiceboxorama: i think i remember it too
juiceboxorama: because they stole shit from claire's
juiceboxorama: and i remember they pulled it out of their pockets like 19th century street waifs
. . .
I remember about those surveys, some of which I've had in my inbox for over a year. Now I answer them without an lj-cut because who gives a fuck, and I suppose the way this works is that you reply to this asking me to give you five questions in return?
. . .
From Deven:
Firstly,
What is it about the world that you loathe and despise so much that you won't ever leave Fresno until we drag you out of there kicking and screaming in the back of an old Chevy truck?
It's not that I loathe or despise anything, it's just that I have this thing about leaving my "comfort zone" for any extended period of time. My "comfort zone" being my home and when I'm gone for too long I realize I've forgotten something or I'm just uncomfortable or tired and it's always cold or too hot somewhere. Spontaneity is a big Gemini thing, I know, but trips always have to be planned out perfectly for me. Otherwise I freak out at the thought of being somewhere without something I need. I'd feel homeless.
What the fuck, right? I know.
So, moving on to 2:
You are planning a dinner party at your apartment, and you can invite five people from your past (i.e., people who you haven't seen/heard from/known of in over a year)... who's gettin an invite?
1. You.
2. My brother Steve.
3. My sister Claudette.
4. Fat Casey.
5. Corey
3 is part 2 of 2:
Why those people?
1. Because you're good in bed.
2. Because he was in high school last time I saw him, and now he's probably a cop somewhere, married.
3. Because she was a newly married schoolteacher and my doppelganger last time I saw her, and now she's probably a mother of four or something.
4. Even though we had a falling out because I skipped out on her wedding (I disapproved and with plenty of reason), I think about her a lot.
5. He's fun and always has something to talk about.
4 times the fun!
Take me out on a date. What's the plan?
The 3 Ds: Drugs, dancing, doin' It.
5 golden rings!
Remember Punky Brewster? Tell me where Margo, Cherie, Punky, and Brandon are today.
Boy, do I ever! Margo's probably still somewhere being a bitch. Last I saw Cherie, she was Maxine on Family Matters. Punky had a tit reduction and something done to her face that I can't quite figure out. Brandon's in sausages.
6 is technically 5 since 2 had a second part to it:
Are you on drugs?
Not at the moment. Although it's a notorious rumour that I'm "on one" eight days a week, it's not exactly true. Not exactly.
. . .
From Ryan:
1. Everybody says "Yeah... if I could only go back to high school again, I'd be the coolest person there!" Obviously these people all saw that really annoying movie with Drew Barrymore and David Arquette. Do you think you could handle it?
I absolutely could, and I think about this all the time. I could totally pull it off, and I just might.
2. Money isn't an issue. Where do you live?
Madrid, or maybe some Mexican metropolis. I might also keep a Pearl District loft in Portland because I still really do miss it tons.
3. Are you really afraid of the pussy? (or) Gay porn/straight porn?
Where was it that I heard about 75 percent of women being ashamed of their vaginas? I don't know, they're just these gaping hatchet wounds that never heal, and it's not that I'm afraid of them, they're just gross. But I like straight porn just as much as gay porn, and that's just because the guys in straight porn are way hotter.
4. We all enjoy the perks in life, but if you had to give up one of your vices (substance abuse, etc.) which one would you choose?
Selective substance abuse notwithstanding, I'd probably opt to give up smoking. I do try.
5. How far into "kink" are you willing to venture in the bedroom?
I'm not very big on pain and I want nothing to do with anyone's shit or piss. I also don't take anything up the ass.
. . .
From Tanya:
1. Nostalgia. It's this one part of my life that's constantly present. I have incredible childhood nostalgia, and I think (or at least it's my impression) you do too. What is your favorite memory from growing up, whether specific or just a vague jumble of images and emotions?
My cousin Jesus and I always reminisce about this one summer when we were kids. We must have been 7 or 8 and we always rose hell to begin with. Our aunt had all these rose bushes in her front yard. Tons of them, with all these huge roses so fat they bent the stems, and she was out there every day watering and tending to them. For some reason, we decided she'd really appreciate it if we filled up her truck with rose petals. What we did is, we tore every single rose petal off every single bush. Every. Single. One. And filled up the bed of the truck, the inside, under the seats, up the exhaust pipe even. When our friend Karina came by and asked what we were doing, and said maybe we shouldn't be doing it, we said No no, it's ok, she'll like it, she'll think it's pretty. Well. She sure as hell didn't.
2. In what do you find the most cathartic creative release: (example: writing, photography, painting, sex):
My catharsis always seems to manifest itself in different ways every time the world gets it. Mostly writing, but as this is the only place I tend to do any of that and, as you may have noticed, I don't update nearly as much as I used to, I'm lately getting my ya-yas out in various and atrocious other ways.
3. What is your number one drug of choice?
Good cocaine.
4. An example of a life sequence: You are born. You learn. You hurt. You love. You die. Break up your life into 5 major segments, even if these segments have not transpired yet. For each segment, you get to pick one musical selection (a song). What would then your soundtrack be?
I think you sent me this before this entry came along.
5. I'm going to get morbid here, but what is the most poetic way to die, in your opinion?
Probably some Romeo and Juliet dual mistaken poison situation, but that's a little obvious. I think Elliott Smith maybe had the right idea. You'd have to be in the arms of your lover, of course.
Oh, and maybe good for my circadian rhythm. It's just that it's always so dark in here. Doesn't matter what time it is. I don't get much sunlight anyway and the drapes take care of the bit that tries to sneak in. I'll wake up at noon and think it's 5 pm so I figure, why not just stay in bed because what's it going to hurt anyway?
I worry about room-temperature Diet Coke turning into formaldehyde because of all those studies but then I wonder if that's the only thing keeping me from looking 25.
. . .
Desvelos: http://www.livejournal.com/users/screwsleep/65012.html
Desvelos: Aww I remember this day
juiceboxorama: i think i remember it too
juiceboxorama: because they stole shit from claire's
juiceboxorama: and i remember they pulled it out of their pockets like 19th century street waifs
. . .
I remember about those surveys, some of which I've had in my inbox for over a year. Now I answer them without an lj-cut because who gives a fuck, and I suppose the way this works is that you reply to this asking me to give you five questions in return?
. . .
From Deven:
Firstly,
What is it about the world that you loathe and despise so much that you won't ever leave Fresno until we drag you out of there kicking and screaming in the back of an old Chevy truck?
It's not that I loathe or despise anything, it's just that I have this thing about leaving my "comfort zone" for any extended period of time. My "comfort zone" being my home and when I'm gone for too long I realize I've forgotten something or I'm just uncomfortable or tired and it's always cold or too hot somewhere. Spontaneity is a big Gemini thing, I know, but trips always have to be planned out perfectly for me. Otherwise I freak out at the thought of being somewhere without something I need. I'd feel homeless.
What the fuck, right? I know.
So, moving on to 2:
You are planning a dinner party at your apartment, and you can invite five people from your past (i.e., people who you haven't seen/heard from/known of in over a year)... who's gettin an invite?
1. You.
2. My brother Steve.
3. My sister Claudette.
4. Fat Casey.
5. Corey
3 is part 2 of 2:
Why those people?
1. Because you're good in bed.
2. Because he was in high school last time I saw him, and now he's probably a cop somewhere, married.
3. Because she was a newly married schoolteacher and my doppelganger last time I saw her, and now she's probably a mother of four or something.
4. Even though we had a falling out because I skipped out on her wedding (I disapproved and with plenty of reason), I think about her a lot.
5. He's fun and always has something to talk about.
4 times the fun!
Take me out on a date. What's the plan?
The 3 Ds: Drugs, dancing, doin' It.
5 golden rings!
Remember Punky Brewster? Tell me where Margo, Cherie, Punky, and Brandon are today.
Boy, do I ever! Margo's probably still somewhere being a bitch. Last I saw Cherie, she was Maxine on Family Matters. Punky had a tit reduction and something done to her face that I can't quite figure out. Brandon's in sausages.
6 is technically 5 since 2 had a second part to it:
Are you on drugs?
Not at the moment. Although it's a notorious rumour that I'm "on one" eight days a week, it's not exactly true. Not exactly.
. . .
From Ryan:
1. Everybody says "Yeah... if I could only go back to high school again, I'd be the coolest person there!" Obviously these people all saw that really annoying movie with Drew Barrymore and David Arquette. Do you think you could handle it?
I absolutely could, and I think about this all the time. I could totally pull it off, and I just might.
2. Money isn't an issue. Where do you live?
Madrid, or maybe some Mexican metropolis. I might also keep a Pearl District loft in Portland because I still really do miss it tons.
3. Are you really afraid of the pussy? (or) Gay porn/straight porn?
Where was it that I heard about 75 percent of women being ashamed of their vaginas? I don't know, they're just these gaping hatchet wounds that never heal, and it's not that I'm afraid of them, they're just gross. But I like straight porn just as much as gay porn, and that's just because the guys in straight porn are way hotter.
4. We all enjoy the perks in life, but if you had to give up one of your vices (substance abuse, etc.) which one would you choose?
Selective substance abuse notwithstanding, I'd probably opt to give up smoking. I do try.
5. How far into "kink" are you willing to venture in the bedroom?
I'm not very big on pain and I want nothing to do with anyone's shit or piss. I also don't take anything up the ass.
. . .
From Tanya:
1. Nostalgia. It's this one part of my life that's constantly present. I have incredible childhood nostalgia, and I think (or at least it's my impression) you do too. What is your favorite memory from growing up, whether specific or just a vague jumble of images and emotions?
My cousin Jesus and I always reminisce about this one summer when we were kids. We must have been 7 or 8 and we always rose hell to begin with. Our aunt had all these rose bushes in her front yard. Tons of them, with all these huge roses so fat they bent the stems, and she was out there every day watering and tending to them. For some reason, we decided she'd really appreciate it if we filled up her truck with rose petals. What we did is, we tore every single rose petal off every single bush. Every. Single. One. And filled up the bed of the truck, the inside, under the seats, up the exhaust pipe even. When our friend Karina came by and asked what we were doing, and said maybe we shouldn't be doing it, we said No no, it's ok, she'll like it, she'll think it's pretty. Well. She sure as hell didn't.
2. In what do you find the most cathartic creative release: (example: writing, photography, painting, sex):
My catharsis always seems to manifest itself in different ways every time the world gets it. Mostly writing, but as this is the only place I tend to do any of that and, as you may have noticed, I don't update nearly as much as I used to, I'm lately getting my ya-yas out in various and atrocious other ways.
3. What is your number one drug of choice?
Good cocaine.
4. An example of a life sequence: You are born. You learn. You hurt. You love. You die. Break up your life into 5 major segments, even if these segments have not transpired yet. For each segment, you get to pick one musical selection (a song). What would then your soundtrack be?
I think you sent me this before this entry came along.
5. I'm going to get morbid here, but what is the most poetic way to die, in your opinion?
Probably some Romeo and Juliet dual mistaken poison situation, but that's a little obvious. I think Elliott Smith maybe had the right idea. You'd have to be in the arms of your lover, of course.