Just three more days for the construction workers to finish the dividing wall and I'm in baby.
If this was a LiveJournal the bloody smiley icon would be bouncing up and down squeeing like a 4 year old hyped up on crack and juice boxes.
27 July 2004
23 July 2004
It's not as big as a forest fire, but it's definately bigger than a candle-flame
The BG and I had looked at this apartment a few months ago. Huge dining room, smaller sitting room, 3 bedrooms, 2 bath (one with a bathtub), kitchen and a bitchin' large private terrace. We had been told it was actually 6 rooms, but it turned out to be one of those weird Italian interpretations where the kitchen, sitting and dining room were counted in the total. Still, we figured that if we could divy up the dining room into two rooms (yes, it's that large) and rent two rooms out to some students, the rent might be doable. The owner hemmed and hawed on this point and we thought that he had rented it to someone else.
Apparently not. We have an appointment to go over the contract on Tuesday. Cross your fingers that all goes well.
Apparently not. We have an appointment to go over the contract on Tuesday. Cross your fingers that all goes well.
21 July 2004
Yesterday was the wrong day to fuck with me
Thanks to more problems with Mr. Pervy Bear and the apartment situation (suffice to say war has been declared), when Shithead called after 3 days only to whinge about how he's stressed about moving (nevermind that I told him weeks ago to pack a box a day instead of leaving it all untill the last minute), I was less than sympathetic. He then proceeded to push the wrong button at the wrong time by saying "I'll see you when things calm down."
*Major sense of deja vu*
"And that would be when?"
"When things calm down"
*More deja vu*
"Right. Well I'm off to Capri with Mr. Boink Buddy, so I'll see you when I get back. I need to relax."
Subtext: I ain't hanging around waiting for you to straighten out your life. Been there, done that, got the emotional third degree burn scars to prove it. I do what I want, who I want, when I want. Why? Because I can. Because I don't give a fuck about anyone else but me and I enjoy playing with people. I learned from the best.
"Oh. When do you get back?"
"Maybe Sunday, I don't know. We'll see. Ciao."
*Major sense of deja vu*
"And that would be when?"
"When things calm down"
*More deja vu*
"Right. Well I'm off to Capri with Mr. Boink Buddy, so I'll see you when I get back. I need to relax."
Subtext: I ain't hanging around waiting for you to straighten out your life. Been there, done that, got the emotional third degree burn scars to prove it. I do what I want, who I want, when I want. Why? Because I can. Because I don't give a fuck about anyone else but me and I enjoy playing with people. I learned from the best.
"Oh. When do you get back?"
"Maybe Sunday, I don't know. We'll see. Ciao."
20 July 2004
Mondays Can Bite My (Currently) Lilly White Ass
As if Mondays in general don't suck enough anyway...
The Room
The room I rent is very very close to my place of work, which is handy as I have a tendency to hit the snooze button 50 times a morning. I've been living at this place for over 3 years now. The flat is inhabited by a Romanian couple (also co-workers of mine, thanks to me switching to my current place of employment 2 years ago) and life-long bachelor Mr. Pervy Bear, thusly nicknamed as he resembles a bear and is a bit of a perv.
The Room
The room I rent is very very close to my place of work, which is handy as I have a tendency to hit the snooze button 50 times a morning. I've been living at this place for over 3 years now. The flat is inhabited by a Romanian couple (also co-workers of mine, thanks to me switching to my current place of employment 2 years ago) and life-long bachelor Mr. Pervy Bear, thusly nicknamed as he resembles a bear and is a bit of a perv.
19 July 2004
Yet another episode of Sesso e La Città Eterna
Shithead seems to have a bit of a jealousy thing concerning Mr. Boink Buddy*. About a week & a half ago, I sleepily mentioned Mr. BB and how we would still be friends despite the whole "kissing some other chick in front of me" debacle. Shithead asked me why I didn't want to be friends with him, then, to which I replied "Because our story was much, much different."
A couple of days ago, post-coital daze, Shithead asks me what it was like sleeping with Mr. Boink Buddy.
Er...
I finally replied that it was more American (ie 'Did you come? Did you come?') and a bit more savage.
"So you like it savage?"
"Sometimes."
He was a bit silent for a while and then
Secondo me, con gli altri godi, ma con me, sbrodi.
Mmm? Se lo dice te...
......
Saturday night a girl friend of mine and I had a nice relaxing dinner, talking about sex the entire time and chain smoking like there was no tomorrow. In the interest of drinking cheaply and making some yobs spooge their pants just because we can, we then decided to head to the Pub Crawl that Mr. Boink Buddy runs.
A couple of days ago, post-coital daze, Shithead asks me what it was like sleeping with Mr. Boink Buddy.
Er...
I finally replied that it was more American (ie 'Did you come? Did you come?') and a bit more savage.
"So you like it savage?"
"Sometimes."
He was a bit silent for a while and then
Secondo me, con gli altri godi, ma con me, sbrodi.
Mmm? Se lo dice te...
......
Saturday night a girl friend of mine and I had a nice relaxing dinner, talking about sex the entire time and chain smoking like there was no tomorrow. In the interest of drinking cheaply and making some yobs spooge their pants just because we can, we then decided to head to the Pub Crawl that Mr. Boink Buddy runs.
17 July 2004
What I've Tasted of Desire
While searching for the exact wording of my favorite quote from Neil Gaiman's graphic story What I've Tasted of Desire (from Sandman Endless Nights, illustrated by the fabu perv Milo Manara; I double dog dare you not to become aroused by his work), I ran across the Robert Frost poem Fire & Ice, which seems to have inspired Gaiman's title and of which I had completely forgotten about.
Sometimes I wonder what other knowledge has petulantly skulked out from between the grey cells as the years pass...
Anywho, I give you Mr. Frost and then Mr. Gaiman as food for thought.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
- Robert Frost
Most people want things like a candle-flame, flickering, shifting. You, on the other hand, want like a forest fire.
I should warn you, getting what you want and being happy are two quite different things.
- Desire, What I've Tasted of Desire, Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman
Sometimes I wonder what other knowledge has petulantly skulked out from between the grey cells as the years pass...
Anywho, I give you Mr. Frost and then Mr. Gaiman as food for thought.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
- Robert Frost
Most people want things like a candle-flame, flickering, shifting. You, on the other hand, want like a forest fire.
I should warn you, getting what you want and being happy are two quite different things.
- Desire, What I've Tasted of Desire, Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman
09 July 2004
It's all about the Pussy Power
Interesting read: The Slut Manifesto (via metafilter)
Not that I agree with everything written in that article, but it is thought provoking and has some notable gems.
If you knew I would fuck you without knowing you, with passion, with anger, with tenderness, not holding anything back of myself, what would you think of me? And what would you think of me when you saw me fuck the next person, with equal lust and vulnerability?
Ok so now I will fuck you. Now what do I expect? Will you love me? Will you be honest with me? Will you expect to know what I am doing tomorrow night? Will you let me into your private world, more that you would if we had not fucked? Will you tell me what you think about? Will you expect me to keep your secrets? If I do not fuck you again do you expect an explanation? If I could not pay my rent would you loan me a hundred dollars? Will you listen to my problems when I am upset? If I had a fight with my roommate would you let me sleep at your house for 3 days? Would you walk with me somewhere at night when I am afraid of rape or attack? Would you introduce me to your circle of friends?
Why or why not? Do your answers change if I fuck you more than once over a period of time? How long does it take? What if you know that I am also fucking someone else?
What better proof of his manliness, and for counterculture boys, what better proof that you're a Good Man, a feminist, than the fact that a lesbian accepted your evil penis? It's like a trip to feminist mecca or being blessed by the lesbian pope.
The woman who doesn't fuck anybody, who is virgin or celibate, is not going to have her boundaries respected any more than the lesbian. As the Ultimate high value pussy woman she will be hotly pursued by more men than anyone. In fact this is so true that many people assume that a celibate is not sincerely committed to being celibate. They are percieved to be "holding out" for the best man around, trying to make the competition more intense. Worse, the longer they insist on remaining celibate, the more they will be accused of being deliberately cruel, unfeeling, unnatural, unwomanly, probably a dyke anyway, by the men who declare their love and promise anything and work terribly hard to get the woman's prized unavailable pussy. She might, if she's particularly unlucky, turn into an Ice Queen or a Bitch Who Thinks Her Pussy's Made of Gold.
Is there any way to be a free pussy in the best sense of the word "free"? Can we have a Pussy Revolution? The Revolting Pussies? The RPA; Revolting Pussy Army? Labia Liberation?
Not that I agree with everything written in that article, but it is thought provoking and has some notable gems.
If you knew I would fuck you without knowing you, with passion, with anger, with tenderness, not holding anything back of myself, what would you think of me? And what would you think of me when you saw me fuck the next person, with equal lust and vulnerability?
Ok so now I will fuck you. Now what do I expect? Will you love me? Will you be honest with me? Will you expect to know what I am doing tomorrow night? Will you let me into your private world, more that you would if we had not fucked? Will you tell me what you think about? Will you expect me to keep your secrets? If I do not fuck you again do you expect an explanation? If I could not pay my rent would you loan me a hundred dollars? Will you listen to my problems when I am upset? If I had a fight with my roommate would you let me sleep at your house for 3 days? Would you walk with me somewhere at night when I am afraid of rape or attack? Would you introduce me to your circle of friends?
Why or why not? Do your answers change if I fuck you more than once over a period of time? How long does it take? What if you know that I am also fucking someone else?
What better proof of his manliness, and for counterculture boys, what better proof that you're a Good Man, a feminist, than the fact that a lesbian accepted your evil penis? It's like a trip to feminist mecca or being blessed by the lesbian pope.
The woman who doesn't fuck anybody, who is virgin or celibate, is not going to have her boundaries respected any more than the lesbian. As the Ultimate high value pussy woman she will be hotly pursued by more men than anyone. In fact this is so true that many people assume that a celibate is not sincerely committed to being celibate. They are percieved to be "holding out" for the best man around, trying to make the competition more intense. Worse, the longer they insist on remaining celibate, the more they will be accused of being deliberately cruel, unfeeling, unnatural, unwomanly, probably a dyke anyway, by the men who declare their love and promise anything and work terribly hard to get the woman's prized unavailable pussy. She might, if she's particularly unlucky, turn into an Ice Queen or a Bitch Who Thinks Her Pussy's Made of Gold.
Is there any way to be a free pussy in the best sense of the word "free"? Can we have a Pussy Revolution? The Revolting Pussies? The RPA; Revolting Pussy Army? Labia Liberation?
07 July 2004
Of Leers and Stares and Weird Comments
Walking down the street with Shithead trailing slightly behind me*, I turn around to see if i've lost him the the Sunday press of bodies thronging the street and find him looking at me, snickering uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?"
"This old perv leering at you like that cartoon wolf."
"At me?"
"Yes. You didn't notice him or any of the other ones,though. You are completely oblivous to attention when you walk. It's pretty funny."
"Oh...(blushes)"
Once again I'm clueless to the male leer. It's one thing when I've tarted myself up for a night at the discoteque, or even getting the ubiquitous ciao bella while walking around; in the first case I expect staring and in the second they draw attention to themselves by commenting. But those silent leers, especially when I'm feeling rather spotty or tired or pale, swoosh past my head apparently.
"What's so funny?"
"This old perv leering at you like that cartoon wolf."
"At me?"
"Yes. You didn't notice him or any of the other ones,though. You are completely oblivous to attention when you walk. It's pretty funny."
"Oh...(blushes)"
Once again I'm clueless to the male leer. It's one thing when I've tarted myself up for a night at the discoteque, or even getting the ubiquitous ciao bella while walking around; in the first case I expect staring and in the second they draw attention to themselves by commenting. But those silent leers, especially when I'm feeling rather spotty or tired or pale, swoosh past my head apparently.
02 July 2004
Insomnia and Teddy Bear Crack
Having not been in a long term relationship (or even a short term relationship) for around three years, I have gotten used to sleeping alone, sprawling across my bed without a second thought to the possibility of a warm body lying next to me.
Sleeping alone is probably one of the nastier Things One Must Readjust to After a Nuclear Relationship Fallout. It certainly didn't help my insomnia at the time. Hugging a pillow did next to nothing. And I'm really going to embarrass myself here, but one of the few things that did help me sleep was my ancient stuffed teddy bear, schlepped over from the States along with some other stuff that had previously been in storage.*
After a couple of weeks of sleeping 2-3 hours a night tops, I was curled foetal style around my teddy bear one night, alternately cursing and sobbing over the insomnia and life in general when a miracle happened. *cue heavenly choir*
I fell asleep.
Sleeping alone is probably one of the nastier Things One Must Readjust to After a Nuclear Relationship Fallout. It certainly didn't help my insomnia at the time. Hugging a pillow did next to nothing. And I'm really going to embarrass myself here, but one of the few things that did help me sleep was my ancient stuffed teddy bear, schlepped over from the States along with some other stuff that had previously been in storage.*
After a couple of weeks of sleeping 2-3 hours a night tops, I was curled foetal style around my teddy bear one night, alternately cursing and sobbing over the insomnia and life in general when a miracle happened. *cue heavenly choir*
I fell asleep.
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