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Jun. 5th, 2011

cunt

what's a stake here's more than just a reputation. She's got the photos, but no recollection.

OK, this entry is going to be open. For the whole world to see. Because this is something that has been bothering me, and I feel that everyone should hear what I have to say.

So, most, if not all, of us know that there are certain subjects which are forbidden between polite company. For example, salary, politics, and religion. I would like to move to add a new item to this list: diet. I don't mean if you're trying to lose weight or not - in that case, tell people. Support can be one of the most important things to a successful diet. No, I mean diet preference.

The times, they are a-changin'. It isn't just hippies and wierdos who are vegetarian anymore. And it isn't just vegetarian, either. Now people are Vegan, raw-Vegan, octo-lacto-vegetarian, pescetarian, pollotarian... And I think that most people who have these "alternative" eating styles are certainly free to do as they please. I have many friends who are anywhere from pescetarian to full-blown raw-Vegan - and I support these people, and their right to choose.

What I don't support is the judgment, and the nagging, and the general superiority that comes with a lot of these diets. And, no, chances are that if you are my friend and you are reading this, I don't mean you. Even a little bit. Sincerely - I love that you guys are doing what you do, whether your reasons are personal, or if they are for the greater good, or if they're just cuz you love animals. I salute you, truly, for doing something that means so much. And please - feel free to talk to me about this, but let's do it face to face, not on Facebook to draw attention to ourselves.

I have recently been involved in arguments with a friend of mine concerning diet. Does losing weight necessarily mean being healthy? Is organic meat really any holier than regular old factory farmed meat? Is it the government's business to tell us what we can and can't eat?

I don't know the answer to all of these questions. What I do know is that it is no one's business but MINE what I eat. If I want to eat nothing but veal for the rest of my life? That's my choice and my business. If I want to be a raw-Vegan and eat nothing but uncooked veggies, raw cheeses, chia pudding, etc... Also my business. But it's not YOUR business. And it isn't my business to know every single detail of your eating habits. I'm sick to death of people acting like their shit doesn't stink because they eat nothing but organic meat and produce, don't drink soda, NEVER go to McDonald's... And I'm certainly sick of people who think that the government should dictate what we can and can't eat.

It is the government's job to educate people on good nutrition. This much I agree with. But it is NOT the job of the government to tell us we can't have transfats, or soda, or any of the many other things that people think are a no-no. We have the right to choose in this country. We can choose our clothes, hair color, husbands, wives, and partners, our gender, the gender of our partners, the race of our partners, our religion... we should be allowed to choose what our diet consists of.

I feel better. I needed to vent. I'm really frustrated with people getting in each other's faces about what they should or should be eating. Because let me tell you this - I may still eat chicken McNuggets from McDonald's once in a great while. And I may drink sodas here and there (mostly diet, these days). But you know what? I've lost 25 pounds in 5 months, my blood pressure has gone back down to a normal rate, and I feel much more energetic. My libido has even increased (sorry if that is too much info for some of you). I feel better. And yes, again, my diet certainly isn't perfect. But I won't stand for anyone telling me I'm not doing right by myself. And I won't have them trying to act high and mighty because they live at home and can afford organic products.

So there.

Dec. 21st, 2010

london sun

let go, brother, let go, cuz now we all know. Soon, someone will put a spell on you,

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Oct. 1st, 2010

cunt

and ugly ogres our heroes. Then you'll shake your fist at the sky, "oh why did I rely,

Sorry for the long delay, here are the long awaited nine things about me:

1. Late at night, usually after midnight, I like to call into "party lines" to listen to the creepy messages that guys post - always with my favorite accomplice.

2. I've never broken a bone.

3. I am absolutely obsessed with Gary Oldman. Like, probably to the point of being a liiiiittle insane and creepy.

4. I refuse to clean a toilet. It grosses me out.

5. On a related note, I hate finding hair in the bath tub. It really repulses me, even if it's my own.

6. I'm a sensational singer. I'm sure you've heard me sing karaoke - that's good, but my Italian arias are much better.

7. I haven't shaved my legs in... ages. Not sure how long it's been, exactly. Probably since July when I went to the beach.

8. I sometimes think I would trade my right to vote so I wouldn't have to work. No lie.

9. I generally fear that people don't really like me as much as they seem to. That might seem like a small thing, but sometimes it feels debilitating.


Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.

Sep. 17th, 2010

london sun

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do. I could swear that I don't care...

1. Even though I miss you and wish you were here, I want you to know that I'm doing OK, and I love you.

2. I think the only thing worse than not seeing you anymore is wondering if you've replaced me with someone better.

3. Stuff is different now, but I think I'm OK with it, and I'm glad to have you in my life :)

4. I'm not going to just sit here and take it.

5. I wish you felt like there was something worth staying in New England for, and that that something was me.

6. Honestly? You aren't worth the effort, and I don't think you ever have been.

7. I'm glad that we're in this together - it's going to be a long road, but we'll make it if we stick together.

8. I hope something works out, because you deserve to love your job.

9. It's hard for me to sympathize with you, when your problems seem so inconsequential.

10. I miss having you around to play DDR and eat junk with - that summer was one of the best of my life!



Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.

Jul. 12th, 2010

happy scone

I borrow phrases from dusty, faded record sleeves. The story is the same,

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Here are my answers to questions from placeboweek :

1. What would be your ideal vacation?

Ideal? One that never ends. But something that is both ideal and realistic - I'd love to go on another cruise. I don't even really care to where. I just love cruises. They're so laid back, you get treated like royalty, you get to see exotic new places... Even if it was another Disney cruise (I've been on two so far), I'd be happy! Though I'd also love to do a month in Europe or something. You know, hit up Germany, Italy, England, Scotland, Ireland, maybe France, Amsterdam... Just a lovely tour of Europe. I think that would be pretty rockin'. And no youth hostiles either. I would need lavish hotel rooms. But meals wouldn't need to be expensive - those hole-in-the-wall places would probably be just fine (they're usually the best, I hear).

2. If you were given the opportunity to punch someone in the face without any consequences, who would you punch?

This tends to change on a regular basis. Like, overall in my life, I can't think of any one person I'd really like to punch in the face - but on any given day there would be someone.

Actually, I can think of one person. Last week, my coworkers/friends Bill, Sandy and I were walking from work to Harvard Square (where the worst T ride of our lives was waiting, but we didn't know that yet). When we first came onto Mass Ave, we heard this guy, very loudly on his telephone, saying, "Oh yeah? Fuck you! Yeah, go fuck yourself! FUCK YOU!" and then impotently slammed his phone shut (that'll show 'em, break your hardware!). Anyway, I giggled, whispered to Bill and Sandy, "you know in 10 minutes he's gonna have to call back and be like 'sorry mom, I didn't mean those things I said...'." And we had a good laugh and continued on our way.

Now, at some point, I had lit a cigarette and was happily filling my lungs with poison; as we drew nearer to the Square, probably around Garden Street, I heard someone say, "hey, and of you guys have an extra cigarette?" I ignored this voice, kept my eyes forward, and didn't allow myself to so much as twitch in response. You see, generally, ignoring someone lets them know that you are uninterested in having such an exchange with them.

Not for this person. He walked up beside us, and said, directly to me, "hey, do you have an extra cigarette for a fellow Dead Head?"* Without looking over, I give my already apparent answer: "No." He was now standing in front of us, and we could see that it was the same guy from before, who had been freaking out on the phone. "Oh yeah? Well FUCK YOU! Fuck you, you fucking POSER, get that thing off from around your FUCKING NECK!" The thing around my fucking neck, as he so aptly put it, is the thick hemp necklace I wear almost everyday. Apparently you have to be a fan of the Grateful Dead to wear hemp jewelry? I wish I had gotten that memo... Anyway, he emphasized every expletive with a chest pound, like he's gonna kick my ass because I won't give him a cigarette. So, as he turns away, because I can't let him get the last word like that, I say, very sarcastically, "wow, I guess next time I'll give you a cigarette!" and he yells back "Yeah! That's right!" or something. What an asshole! So, if I could punch that guy in the face, that would make me happy.

Also? Guy Fieri.

3. Aliens or ghosts?

Oh, my, do I really have to pick just one? This question is very open, so I guess I'll answer it as completely as possible.

On aliens: I believe that they very much exist. I feel that we should stop portraying them so negatively in films so that, when they come here, they don't kill us all out of spite. I'm not really afraid of the idea that aliens exist, but movies about aliens scare me (for the aforementioned reason). I've never quite understood some of the crazy designs people come up with for them. Seriously, the aliens in A.I.? A little too weird for me. Also, I don't think they are something that I am too terribly afraid of, since I feel like, if they had the power to get here from other galaxies, they'd have done so by now. They might be just starting to crawl as far as space travel is concerned, just like us.

On ghosts: Infinitely more creepy, at least in my mind. I know there really isn't much they can do to you, but the idea that a malevolent force might be living in your house is creepy. Regardless of how I may protest, I know deep down that I believe in them, because they frighten the shit out of me. However, I hate those ghost hunting shows. They are made just to build false tension, and basically, the people on the show just scream and cry out every three seconds because they "felt something", or they make every gale of wind out to be some sort of otherworldly howling.

So, I guess ghosts or aliens? Both scare me, I believe in both. So... I guess my answer is "no, thanks."

4. Who is your favorite Doctor and why?

So difficult! I would have to go with either Tom Baker or Jon Pertwee. And yes, I know, this makes me pretty typical. Jon Pertwee had his lovely crushed velvet suits, was proclaimed to be a dandy, and was the most physical Doctor yet (jetski chases, sword fights, Venusian akido - what more could you want??), and had just the right amount of camp. Also, in my mind, he's just a little bit old man sexy, and I don't care what any of you think ;) It doesn't hurt that he, like Tom Baker, had some of the best writers on board that the series had and would ever see. Which segues me nicely into Tom Baker. He's hilarious, he's abrupt, he's all teeth and eyes when he smiles, and he has the lovely, over-long scarf! It doesn't hurt that his being aboard the TARDIS most likely means that K9 will be there as well. I just find him to be a lot of fun, and again, he had great episodes, full of that original series camp we all adore so much. So I can't decide which I like better, but those are my top 2 (to be fair, William Hartnell only figured out how to really be the Doctor several episodes in; Patrick Troughton has very few surviving episodes; Peter Davison was cute, but in my mind was the beginning of the end; Colin Baker was just atrocious; Paul McGann was short-lived and frankly, too pretty - I blame him for the romantic elements of the new series; Christopher Eccleston is a close third - I really loved his Doctor, and would love him even more if he had had more episodes; David Tennant is also up there, but the romantic elements in the show plus his incredible brooding really turned me off after a while; and Matt Smith - I like him, but he's no where near the top of the list yet!)

5. If you could live the life of someone else for the day, who would it be?

Whoever Gary Oldman is currently married to! Haha... I'm actually not kidding. That would be pretty sweet.
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May. 28th, 2010

london sun

Writer's Block: Dream reader

I honestly can't say that it's a totally reoccurring dream.... but several times a year, I will have dreams wherein I am stuck right in the middle of a real-life Resident Evil game. It usually differs, though the setting being my grandmother's house happened a lot for a while. Once, it was a simulator game that I was playing with the kids from That Seventies Show, and Donna and I were good friends. That was only a one-time thing, sadly. But yeah. Resident Evil dreams. Wherein I kick some zombie ass!

May. 6th, 2010

london sun

there's not a thing that you don't see.

I'm going to apologize up-front for whoring, but...
MY ETSY SHOP IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS!

Please visit my store at www.mylondonsun.etsy.com
(and please, tell your friends, too!)

Cute hemp jewelry, lovely earrings, and coming soon, non-hemp necklaces, too! Please take a look :D

Feb. 28th, 2010

eat it

Okay, I'll play along - when you see this, post a poem on your LJ

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Jan. 25th, 2010

london sun

and the zookeeper is very fond of rum. Zebras are reactionary, antelopes are missionaries,

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then repost this and spread the love.

Nov. 13th, 2009

london sun

Writer's Block: Talking Turkey

How will you use technology or the Internet to help you plan and prepare this year’s Thanksgiving feast?


I'll be using the good old GPS to get to my aunt's house, and probably the television to drown out my annoying family.

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