oOo Miss Jaded Kittie oOo's Day

1:57PM - WOOFUCKINWHOOOOO

Today is Aaron's first day of school. Fucking sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetuh! I woke up & stumbled to the bathroom in my underwear & then wandered around the house semi naked. I LOVE it when he's in school. Oh yes...the nakedness that ensues.
Anyways...London wants me to meet all his friends. *sigh* I want to yeah, I really like London...but goddamn I make an asshole out of myself when I'm in a large crowd of people I dont know. Stupid lousy goddamn social ineptness.
When I went over to Don's house, I got that same tounge tied brain fart syndrome that I got when I went to Mitchies the first time. Where I made little to no sense & acted like an asshole the entire time. Something about really really hot guys makes me go durrrrrrrrr................
I came up here with thoughts of writing something deep & meaningful but I got a comment about Emo in the previous post & it like...I dunno threw me all off track.

Yes, I miss Emo. Emo is cool. I can't talk to him online anymore because he's not on when I am. I sent him my phone number in an offline. He hasn't used it yet.
Also, when I made a remark to Emo about going on a date, he totally dodged the subject with an incredible amount of grace by doing a dippy dance for me like he usually does.
*SO* due to such actions taken on part of Emo, I can only assume that Emo is not interested.
Emo is not, London is. London spends time with me, Emo does not. London calls me, Emo does not. I can go on & on about this for a while.
Since I am actually now putting into consideration that maybe I *do* want to be London's woman...sometime in the future, Emo has pretty much lost any chance of getting anywhere, since I'm addicted to my big dweeby drama fiend.
Somehow I doubt Emo even cares, mystery person, since he never took me up on any of my offers. Am I correct in thinking so? I dunno. OH FUCKING WELL it happens.
He's not the only person I've passed up for London anyways. Those 2 hot guys at the bus stops, I told them all no, no date, sorry. Along with a few others who I wont mention because they've asked me not to.
I still have Emo's pic hanging on my closet door though. Maybe a testament to my foolishness in thinking that anything would progress past coffee at 3am & late night chats on the computer.

On another note, I *yea* I, walked around Downtown...in a tank top. No hoodie, no sweater, no overshirt. I actually bared my disgusting flabby arms to the public. Shit, I dont even do that at home hardly. So self concious am I. That's how comfy I am around London. I would bare my nasty self to the public for him. *shrug* people stared...hard. I cared, slightly...trying to position myself so my chub was tactfully strected out to create the illusion of being less fat. Shit. I sound like such a loser.
But now that Aaron is in school, no more little children traipsing around the house...I can get up, do an hour on the Nordic Track ( does anyone remember those things?! Yes we have one... ) & dance around for awhile to my bad music. Plus it's cooling off. MmMm no more sweating like a filthy pig.
I went into a chat room last night & got chastised for agreeing with a behemoth about how ugly she said she was. Once again...chat is STILL stupid & people are STILL whiny & expect people to treat them like they are all golden ikon statuettes & worship them accordingly. Something about geeks...*shrug*
It was funny though. She said she was the ugliest person in the room & she had a pic to prove it. So I looked at her pic & yep, damned if she wasn't a big bloated mass of tapioca & ugly. So I said, yep, you sure are...and she gets all bitchy at me. MMppppphhhhttt....called me rude. Yeah I *am* rude. Bite my arse. People are rude, welcome to reality honey. Not everyone is sugar & sunshine.
My hopes of getting hot new boots were dashed into nothings yesterday at Diamond Dogs....I wanted to get a new pair of hot boots but, godfuckingdamn it's pricey there. Fuckin PRICEY! Shit...$83 bux for pink bondage pants. WHAT?!?! Hell...I'm just going to get a second hand sewing machine & start making my own clothes. FUCK stores. Jesus. Communist pigs.
Plus...I always wanted to make my own corset out of neckties. I know that sounds crazy but...I have a sketch of it somewheres & it looks awesome on paper. I mean really who do *you* know that has a corset made out of neckties just out of curiousity? Who? Oh that's right...no one! Why? Because I am nifty. They are not. Or should nifty be exchanged for insane? Mleh. I'm just aimlessly rambling on....trying to avoid having to go downstairs & clean up. Dad would appreciate it though I'm sure. Plus London is coming over tomorrow, I want my room clean. It's a thing I have...if I know people are coming over & my room is a shit hole, I want it clean. Even though everyone knows I'm a slob & my room looks like the city dump vomited in it.
*sigh* I should go...do stuff. Kinda hungry. Really broke. I blew almost $100 yesterday. I'm mad at me.
So yeah, off to clean I goes.
...:;~*ElizabetH*~;:...

Current mood: chipper

Current music: Millencolin - Mr Clean

8:04PM - Cirer Pothead Poétique

Today friends, we gather in rememberance of "Peep", "Mini", "Sneaker", "Baby", or as most of us knew it...My First Pipe.
Pipe & I first crossed paths with each other, a Summer night, at The Crystal Ballroom. Pipe was introduced to me by a very adorable young boy, who was willing to share Pipe with me. Pipe touched my lips many times that night, as Boy & I danced, moshed, smoked, & laughed.
At the end of the show, Boy approached me & gave me Pipe, & said "He was quitting, dont need it anymore." I hugged boy, & clasped Pipe tightly in my hand.
This concert, that miraculous night in which Pipe & I joined, was 2 years ago. However, sadly...as of 7:30pm tonight O my Brothers & Sisters, Pipe left this plane of being, broken beyond all repair.
Many people have known Pipe. Pipe has touched many lives, lips, & lungs, & brought them all joy & stony-ness.
Though Pipe was small, Pipe was significant. Everyone loved Pipe & I'm sure Pipe loved them all much more.
I can remember that once, Pipe was all I had. Sitting in my room, at 3am, quietly packing Pipe to the scent of Nag Champa with the radio turned up loud enough to block out the sound of my lighter working away.
Then I recall simply staring at Pipe, once so clear, now so colored. Pipe had changed, but only for the better. Pipe was vibrant, colorful...Marie & I sitting together in a baked haze, trying to point out where the colors had changed, or where new ones had popped up over the last smoking session.
The end of Pipe, signifies the end of my Childhood. How appropriate that Pipe should break after my 20th Birthday. No longer a teenager...no longer with my teenage crutch.
It was Pipe's time to go, although we all wish it wasn't. Things must happen this way in order for life to go on.
But Pipe would not want us to give up simply for the loss. No, Pipe would want us to keep green & glad.
And so Pipe, I raise this last bowl of your resin, collected over the years, & light to your good graces that you have bestowed upon so many people.
Pipe, you will always be remembered & sorely missed.
Le Vert aux Cendres
et à la Résine à épousseter
A Béni Soit
...:;~*ElizabetH*~;:...

Current mood: nostalgic

Current music: Green Day - Misery

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