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Why are pearls so valuable? Don't people know they're just oyster poo?

No, Pearls are solidified secretions to protect the oyster from irritants that get inside, like sand.

They look pretty, and there is a weight of tradition behind it. Good ol' human nature.
 
"why is it humans prize those things. Don't you know they're made from my sh.....oh what's the use. Here, take it" *You got the Dragon Diamond*
 
No, Pearls are solidified secretions to protect the oyster from irritants that get inside, like sand.

They look pretty, and there is a weight of tradition behind it. Good ol' human nature.

You realize that's technically what poo is, right? Okay, maybe it's closer to what boogers are.
 
( rubs the hand that got got smacked, then smacks the hand of Monique that smacked mine ) There's only one woman with the right to do that to me, and it ain't you :p

now, regarding my hogging Alana_, give me one good reason NOT to want to hog her, writing wise at least. She's a great writer, I get on well with her, and we can spin a great tale between us.

*Snatches my hand back and rubs it* Hey! It wasn't long ago that someone took a belt to these fingers ya know?! I might need them!

*Scowls and presents the faded purplish coloured digits, putting each finger down slowly and leaving only my middle finger sticking upright, cracks a grin*

Besides, it isn't gonna stop me anyway so I don't know why you keep bothering!
 
Big Brother!

God I hate that show. There's highlights of yesterday on right now, and I'm watching it because my sister drives me nuts going on and on about it, and dispite hating it, I just HAVE to see what's happening.
 
What the hell is it with my sisters and their need to check their stupid facebooks every two seconds?!

I have one and I barely check it once a freakin' week, it just isn't that interesting! Besides that, instead of going downstairs to use their computer, they simply MUST inconvenience me and borrow my laptop and then play it down like it's nothing.

Okay an hour might not seem like anything but when it's every damn day and you're actually feeling inspired to write at the time, nothing kills it faster than a nagging sister and FACE-FUCKING-BOOK!

~ End rant ~

*Breathes*
 
What the hell is it with my sisters and their need to check their stupid facebooks every two seconds?!

I have one and I barely check it once a freakin' week, it just isn't that interesting! Besides that, instead of going downstairs to use their computer, they simply MUST inconvenience me and borrow my laptop and then play it down like it's nothing.

Okay an hour might not seem like anything but when it's every damn day and you're actually feeling inspired to write at the time, nothing kills it faster than a nagging sister and FACE-FUCKING-BOOK!

~ End rant ~

*Breathes*

Oh, so they're the type sitting there with their phones typing "Sitting on the toilet" "taking a dump" "It's a big one".....
 
Oh, so they're the type sitting there with their phones typing "Sitting on the toilet" "taking a dump" "It's a big one".....

LOL Razor.



Can't stand Big Brother either, Alana. I'd be the producers' worst nightmare if I was on that show.
In the camera time I'd be like: "Why the hell are all you people watching this show on such a crappy network as CBS when you can watch the quality shows on NBC or ABC or FOX anything than the crappy network that has this idiotic nonsense."
While eating breakfast I'd hold up the cereal they gave me and say: "This is Cheerios from General Mills, a sponsor of this show, but I hate Cheerios. Everybody don't buy Cheerios, buy Rice Crispies from Kelloggs."
And I'd put clothes over all the camera lenses and then and only then do something interesting laughing at all the people changing the channel.
I'd bet I'd be the first person "voted" out of the house.

Nor can I stand Survivor. If I was a contestant on that show. I'd be like, "Money be damned, I'm hungry. Jeff Probst has food. The camera crew has food. We have pointy sticks. Why don't we go over to where they're camped. Use our pointy sticks and take their food. Force them to play stupid games. Force them to vote people off the island. Then we eat the person voted off. It's called Survival of the fittest."

And don't even get me started on American Karaoke Idol.

I like actual reality shows not one where reality is supposed to be a gameshow.
 
I've had horrific nightmares for the last 3 weeks, everynight. (Or the fucked up ones like I described about E last week.)

I've found that forcing myself to stay up so I'm very tired makes me have no dreams at all. (Usually.) I told Mister this, so he could understand...

But I guess he doesn't. He yelled at me last night. Told me I needed to get some sleep at some point, then rolled back over himself.

If you want me to sleep, GET UP WITH YOUR DAMN ALARM THE FIRST TIME.
He not only uses Snooze, he sets three alarms, then snoozes those. THEN RESETS TWO OF THE ALARMS. So instead of getting up at 5 am with the first one, he gets up at nearly 6:15 with the, I dunno, 7th alarm?! WHY?!!? To drive me nuts?!

When I was getting up at 4:30, I had mine on the quietest setting, and got right up with it! If I didn't, he'd start poking me then smacking me and shoving me!

I'm gonna bring a vibe to bed.
If he doesn't get up with the second alarm tomorrow, I'm introducing a new one that'll get his ass moving.
 
I've had horrific nightmares for the last 3 weeks, everynight. (Or the fucked up ones like I described about E last week.)

I've found that forcing myself to stay up so I'm very tired makes me have no dreams at all. (Usually.) I told Mister this, so he could understand...

But I guess he doesn't. He yelled at me last night. Told me I needed to get some sleep at some point, then rolled back over himself.

If you want me to sleep, GET UP WITH YOUR DAMN ALARM THE FIRST TIME.
He not only uses Snooze, he sets three alarms, then snoozes those. THEN RESETS TWO OF THE ALARMS. So instead of getting up at 5 am with the first one, he gets up at nearly 6:15 with the, I dunno, 7th alarm?! WHY?!!? To drive me nuts?!

When I was getting up at 4:30, I had mine on the quietest setting, and got right up with it! If I didn't, he'd start poking me then smacking me and shoving me!

I'm gonna bring a vibe to bed.
If he doesn't get up with the second alarm tomorrow, I'm introducing a new one that'll get his ass moving.

I'm going to have to hide the sharp pointy things again, aren't I, Lily? :p

@Veroe: Oh my god. I'd be Simon's worst nightmare made flesh.
 
I've had horrific nightmares for the last 3 weeks, everynight. (Or the fucked up ones like I described about E last week.)

I've found that forcing myself to stay up so I'm very tired makes me have no dreams at all. (Usually.) I told Mister this, so he could understand...

But I guess he doesn't. He yelled at me last night. Told me I needed to get some sleep at some point, then rolled back over himself.

If you want me to sleep, GET UP WITH YOUR DAMN ALARM THE FIRST TIME.
He not only uses Snooze, he sets three alarms, then snoozes those. THEN RESETS TWO OF THE ALARMS. So instead of getting up at 5 am with the first one, he gets up at nearly 6:15 with the, I dunno, 7th alarm?! WHY?!!? To drive me nuts?!

When I was getting up at 4:30, I had mine on the quietest setting, and got right up with it! If I didn't, he'd start poking me then smacking me and shoving me!

I'm gonna bring a vibe to bed.
If he doesn't get up with the second alarm tomorrow, I'm introducing a new one that'll get his ass moving.


This might be an indication of my level of pervertedness .....but .....Can you come over with your vib. and be my alarm clock?
 
After much thought I have decided that I just adore the colors red and midnight blue against my skin...it's so odd. Where the hell do these things come from?

Also, I spent last evening being giddy with the idea of being naked in a graveyard. Why?
 
I've had horrific nightmares for the last 3 weeks, everynight. (Or the fucked up ones like I described about E last week.)

I've found that forcing myself to stay up so I'm very tired makes me have no dreams at all. (Usually.) I told Mister this, so he could understand...

But I guess he doesn't. He yelled at me last night. Told me I needed to get some sleep at some point, then rolled back over himself.
I had this issue myself the first few years after my younger brother died. While sleep deprivation does work, it's not exactly healthy. Your cortisol levels go through the roof and the sleep cycle is essential to repairing the wear and tear your brain goes through during the day.

On the other hand, my alternatives have been drinking and taking sleep medication, neither of which are exactly health nut solutions, either. Still, you might want to see someone about it and see what steps you can take to deal with whatever is the underlying cause.
 
After much thought I have decided that I just adore the colors red and midnight blue against my skin...it's so odd. Where the hell do these things come from?

Also, I spent last evening being giddy with the idea of being naked in a graveyard. Why?

When you really think about it, its no more odd than being giddy about the chance of breaking in a new belt... Across someone's flesh. Or seeing a medieval torture chamber and finding yourself inspired for your next date.

Sometimes I worry about myself.

Also, something about the idea of Lily and a vibe waking me up just kinda makes me reconsider my e-crush on her. Unless she's planning on waking me with the sound of her moans... Yeah, I could handle that.

In other news; pearl necklaces are fun to give out, Uwe Boll should never consider making another movie, and today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.

Here's Tom with the weather!

*looks dramatically off-camera*
 
I am having a very difficult time getting Eminem's new song Love the Way You Lie out of my head.
 
I am having a very difficult time getting Eminem's new song Love the Way You Lie out of my head.

I fucking love that song...the hook gets caught in my head for hours after I hear it...

Also Leopald, I personally get giddy whenever I can afford to get a new piece of equipment. I was delirious for an entire week when I got my first wartenberg wheel.
(Before that, I had used small silver spurs...and in reality I liked the spurs better but my bottom preferred the wheel)
 
I fucking love that song...the hook gets caught in my head for hours after I hear it...

Also Leopald, I personally get giddy whenever I can afford to get a new piece of equipment. I was delirious for an entire week when I got my first wartenberg wheel.
(Before that, I had used small silver spurs...and in reality I liked the spurs better but my bottom preferred the wheel)

That sounds like me with my electronics o.o
 
When you really think about it, its no more odd than being giddy about the chance of breaking in a new belt... Across someone's flesh. Or seeing a medieval torture chamber and finding yourself inspired for your next date.

Sometimes I worry about myself.

Ooooo! what I wouldn't give to have one of those.

I fucking love that song...the hook gets caught in my head for hours after I hear it...

Me too!! I think I just listened to it 5 times in a row :eek:
 
When you really think about it, its no more odd than being giddy about the chance of breaking in a new belt... Across someone's flesh. Or seeing a medieval torture chamber and finding yourself inspired for your next date.

Sometimes I worry about myself.

Also, something about the idea of Lily and a vibe waking me up just kinda makes me reconsider my e-crush on her. Unless she's planning on waking me with the sound of her moans... Yeah, I could handle that.

In other news; pearl necklaces are fun to give out, Uwe Boll should never consider making another movie, and today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.

Here's Tom with the weather!

*looks dramatically off-camera*


I am just going to take a wild stab in the dark,on this one, Leo.....you like TOOL
 
Either/or, Leo.
Either/or.

If one doesn't wake him, the other most likely will.
Right before he smacks me. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Hi! Go to work."
 
I had this issue myself the first few years after my younger brother died. While sleep deprivation does work, it's not exactly healthy. Your cortisol levels go through the roof and the sleep cycle is essential to repairing the wear and tear your brain goes through during the day.

On the other hand, my alternatives have been drinking and taking sleep medication, neither of which are exactly health nut solutions, either. Still, you might want to see someone about it and see what steps you can take to deal with whatever is the underlying cause.

That's what I'm thinking is going on.
My gram died a month ago.

I've been having these since her wake.
 
That's what I'm thinking is going on.
My gram died a month ago.

I've been having these since her wake.
Yeah, with me, therapy just took the "I really, really want to stand in front of an oncoming train or jump off a bridge" edge off of my depression. It took him about three weeks to die in an ICU and my mother and I were his primary caregivers during that. The recurring nightmares were of two types: 1) note-for-note replay of the night he died and 2) dreaming of just talking to and hanging out with the relatively healthy version of him only to wake up in the middle of it and remember he died x months/years ago. Fun times.

While it didn't completely solve my problems, talk therapy and taking 1 gram of DHA and EPA per day--anti-depressants have an effect on me that you might guess I don't care for--did take the edge off. I'd recommend seeking that and a bereavement support group at your local hospital out.
 
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