Pirates, argh.
2003-11-23 10:32 a.m.
We were bored and hungry at about 9:00pm last night so I pony-tailed the hair, put on a bit of make up and headed towards Belmont. We settled on Salvador Molly's for some hot and spicy Pirate Cooking. When we were crossing Belmont we came across a roving band of ten people dressed up as pirates. That's not something you usually see. When we got into Salvador Molly's I asked the owner if the pirates had eaten dinner there. I mean it made sense, they were dressed as pirates and Saldador Molly's specializes in Pirate Cooking but, no, he hadn't seen them. I wonder where they went?
2 People have tried to sell me ViagraI was goth before it was cool.
2003-11-21 9:12 a.m.
I need your help. Christmas is soon approaching and I'm getting ready to burn some CDs. I'm putting together a "I was Goth Before it was Cool" mix of 80s dance music.
Here's what I have so far:
KIss them for me- Siouxsie
Uncertain Smile - The The
So Alive - Love & Rockets
Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy
White Wedding - Billy Idol
Close to Me - The Cure
Sanctuary - The Cult
What else should I add? New Order? Joy Division? Bahaus? Give me some song suggestions.
8 People have tried to sell me ViagraKung fu action!
2003-11-19 7:10 p.m.
For exciting kung fu action I recommend that you go visit Eve Roboto immediately. She's going to be my partner in my next tag team cage match.
My deepest condolances to Disco the Kid. (But honestly you had it coming).
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraHot Vampire Sex.
2003-11-19 4:10 p.m.
�Will and I have a business arrangement.� I said, as my voice was slowly gaining in pitch. I looked frantically towards the front seat but Caleo was concentrating on driving and ignoring us.
�I turned Will. He can deny me nothing, including you. Not to mention that it�s very rude of you to deny my request.� Shelley said pouting a bit.
�I�m just not�� I said but words escaped me and I made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
With his arm wrapped around me and his eyes locked onto mine I felt myself sinking into the deep blue sea that was Shelley. Part of me was angry with him, another part of me wanted to give myself wholly to him. I tried to push away, to look away but I was successfully trapped. His fingers caressed my face and it felt as if he were caressing my entire body.
Shelley leaned in close and kissed me, expertly and ever so softly. His tongue explored my mouth and caressed my own tongue. I felt my body catch fire and found myself kissing him back despite my better judgment. He pulled me into his lap so I was lounging across the seat, trapped in his arms.
�Shelley, please.� I said. I had meant to say please don�t but somehow the don�t part got left off.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. He leaned down and placed his mouth against my neck. His tongue teased along my skin until my entire body ached for him. I could barely breathe. I arched my back and pushed my neck against his mouth, against his fangs until I felt the sharp orgasmic pain of my skin breaking. True to his word he only took a little bit. Just enough to satisfy his hunger and leave me a quivering mess.
He pulled back slowly. �My God, no wonder Will was a mess last night.� He chuckled to himself.
I lay in his arms unable to move or think on my own. �Damn you, Shelley.� I whispered.
�You�re a couple hundred years too late for that, my darling.� He replied.
NaNoWriMo 28,000 words and counting. If I do 2,200 words per day I can still make it.
2 People have tried to sell me ViagraMorning from hell.
2003-11-19 10:05 a.m.
The bus was thirty minutes late this morning. After it finally came the bus driver told us that due to flooding our bus wouldn't make it over the Ross Island bridge. I was bumped off and had to hike to a bus stop for the Hawthorne bus so I could get over a bridge and into downtown. This is when the snow storm started. Huge frickin' flakes of snow the size of quarters started pouring down. When I got on the Hawthorne bus I had a guy sit next to me who looked like he had leprosy. If I see a single locust today I am so out of here.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraLaughter and voices in my head.
2003-11-18 9:50 a.m.
I was dragging last night and didn't want to go to my improv class but I forced myself to because I knew it would be good for me. I'm glad I went. For the warm ups we did lots of physical activities. Nothing says disaster like a bunch of adults running around an empty theater playing tag. Luckily there were no injuries, just lots and lots of laughter. I did a couple of scenes that worked, one that went no where another one that was pretty neutral. I like it when I'm able to make the instructor laugh, I live for moments like that.
The novel is dragging me into a semi-unconscious state. I'm dreaming about my characters, Will, in particular. He wasn't even suppose to be a main character but he managed to win my heroine's heart and is fighting at her side. I think in prose, I have conversations with my characters, and sometimes I think I'm my own main character. Things are getting weird around here.
2 People have tried to sell me ViagraShopping therapy, writing & weekend wrap up.
2003-11-17 9:58 a.m.
I did a little shopping therapy this weekend. The best buy was a hot pink and purple paisley push up bra with three sets of matching panties. It's so cool. It's like I'm wearing a funky secret that no one knows about. I have to restrain myself from lifting up my shirt at my coworkers and screaming "Hey! Isn't this the cutest bra ever?!"
My NaNoWriMo novel is coming along nicely. I'm at 23,000 words and hope to be at 25,000 by the end of today. I still have hopes of finishing and winning this year. I really like my novel, I even believe it's better than some of the crap I've read in the last year.
Did you miss the cage dancing entry?
I'm actually a little disappointed that my site isn't more evil.
