You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Sunday, August 30, 2009 |
| twits. i mean tweets. |
subwaypoetry Hearing Patrick Stewart say "horny" just made my day.
boburnham Everyone has heart attacks and dies in the first ten minutes #finaldestination5
serafinowicz I wish the postman would stop delivering my voicemail. His accent is awful.
rustyrockets Often a gentleman likes to enjoy a plum to take his mind of the stress of mediocre fellatio. One must get five a day... x
MKupperman I think a great ending for this decade would be if the twin towers were in the shower, and it had all been a dream.
nickjfrost She's the physical embodiment of all that's wrong with our society. The worse it gets, the bigger she'll become. Like chav-hulk
mrseancullen Another flight. I'm excited. I am dressed as little tiny amoeba. I hope they search my vacuoles!
mrseancullen Mars willl be very close to earth tonight. I plan on leaping towards it screaming "Up yours, Mars!" Join me!
radiomaru I live in a tiny oasis of insufferably smug hippies & liberals in a giant desert of ignorant white people #foxnews
mrseancullen I was driving down the 405 freeway this morning and I hit a Unicorn! It's nice to know there's still magic in the world. Or there was.Labels: top 10 favourite tweets of the week |
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| Drunkland Tales: Volume IV |
It's going to be really hard not thinking about you tonight.
I'll have The Format on repeat to let Nate sing me to sleep.Labels: drunktalk |
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| Wednesday, August 26, 2009 |
| a short list about my week. |
I like:
- when boys (who you don't expect to remember something about you) remember
- doughnuts hugging pizzas
- Winners
- not having to fake my way through an evening
I dislike:
- boys who go around calling you their best friend (when that status is void)
- puppy-girls
- losers
- name dropping to make themselves feel better about a crappy lifeLabels: sleepless |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 11:31 PM |
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| Tuesday, August 25, 2009 |
| Mixed Up As A Bowl Of Fancy Cashews |
I really worried myself the other day. For no reason as it seems.
I had a great dinner/enormous chat session with a friend. And was feeling pretty good on Sunday. Then said friend and I talked again and he seemed pretty low. Though it means nothing to all of you, it means something to me. We really did have a ton to talk about, lots of laughs, some serious things, all in all we talk about real things and I feel like I'm still connected to the real world when we have talks like that. So why so low? Whatever it was, it brought me down and freaked me out.
Until earlier tonight that is. Apparently things are fine. And no, the vagueness is not lost on me.
So now I'm scratching my head, sitting here like an idiot looking like Patrick the starfish. Huh?Labels: confuzzled, doormat, words |
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| Sunday, August 23, 2009 |
| tweet tweet tweet |
jephjacques Women are weak-willed and probably being mind-controlled anyway #GIJoeMovieMessages
BigBoyler my eyes are sweating MY EYES ARE SWEATING
Rich_Fulcher My Fortune Twitty today: You will marry Zac Ephron and develop a rare form of penis cancer.
serafinowicz Just watched two helicopters having mid-air sex.
noelfielding11 I am the sure the white cat staring at me through the window is someone I once new who is no longer living. I just get that feeling.
serafinowicz Heather Mills was going to remarry, but now she's getting cold foot.
Rich_Fulcher Barnes and Noble and Hitler #unpopularstores
Rich_Fulcher Hey don't forget, today is National "National Day" Day
jimmycarr David Walliams has two birthdays. His real birthday which is today and his official birthday - as do all queens. ;)
rustyrockets For Americans - to nick means to steal. Tap means faucet and fanny means vagina. Be careful out thereLabels: top 10 favourite tweets of the week |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 11:49 PM |
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| Friday, August 21, 2009 |
| I just wanted to dance to bad music. |
Can you fall out of love with yourself?
I've spent a very long time learning to love me. It's been one of the hardest journey's of my life. But when I realized I loved me I became happy. And others felt the love that I had for myself, and in turn, others loved me too. And there was all kinds of love flying every which way: my friendships were healthy and abundant, my love life was starting fresh, my family was the best, my writing was becoming fluid and unstoppable, my sex life was absolutely amazing. The love was engulfing me. And I loved all the love back truly and wholly. I was finally comfortable in my own skin, with this personality.
Then I just stopped.
I don't know when and I don't know how, but I don't feel like I love me anymore. I'm not happy as myself. I don't love the woman in the mirror as I once did. And when I look around it has effected everything: it's a struggle for me to get any face time with friends, I've stopped having crushes, my family is falling to pieces, my writing is lacking and fearful, and forget about sex. It's as if the love has vanished. Like, if I don't reflect my self-love to others, they don't see love at all. And i can't for the life of me figure out how or why but I am so scared of loving again. The road he was so dangerous to my self-worth, esteem, that I'm scared I don't think i'll be able to make this trip in tact. I'm afraid I'll lose a little piece of me along the way and the woman i emerge from at the end won't be me but a hardened shell of the woman I was.Labels: bad news bears, flawed, love |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 1:40 AM |
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| Tuesday, August 18, 2009 |
| saying "It's hot as balls" cannot possibly describe the levels of heat in this apartment |
I am dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyying. Sort of.
It's too damn hot.
I'm writing a fic for a couple of my LJ comms and I am so hot that it has turned my mind to mush. I can't even write about the things I was so inspired to write about in the first place. To be honest, it's only half the heat. The other half is that I'm worried about how to write a certain part. A certain incredibly graphic part. More like several certain incredibly graphic parts. It's one of the moments that you have to take feelings and reactions from real life. But I'm just nervous about exposing myself in that way. Or saying things tat aren't experience related and people reading it and being... well, all judgemental as people do.
Guh, I am pretty much the worst person in the world to do what i want for the rest of my life. i don't think i can handle the scrutiny of the world the way other writers can. i don't think i'm gonna last long.
I am so liiiiiiiiiiiiiiistlesssssssssss right now.Labels: life fail |
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| Sunday, August 16, 2009 |
| family matters |
| Tonight was the third night that I watched a family of raccoons almost get smooshed by cabs. And they are always trying to cross in the same place, ironically at a crosswalk, but can never manage to make it over. So tonight I helped them. I hit the button for the crosswalk lights. The cabs stopped. the raccoons crossed. The whole world smiled. Labels: awesome |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 11:59 PM |
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| "I tweeted myself" sounds very wrong. |
Rich_Fulcher are you still eligible for the mile high club if you masturbate on an airplane?
Me about GI JOE Or mindless piece of crap? Hollywood has decided it's okay to steal and gang bang my childhood. Rape of innocence is never good.
nickjfrost it's nice when the ant bakers open the vents in the midden, the smell is amazing. Fresh Ant bread, with a slice of aphid bacon. mmmmmmmm
serafinowicz Although they sound beautiful, pianos secretly hate music.
BigBoyler Two wasps facts 1. They're the only insects that pollinate maple trees 2. They're the only insects that celebrate birthdays
noelfielding11 I saw a group of unicorns all watching the Wire yesterday. They were so in to it.
JoeEngelhardt accidentally typed in "titter.com" this morning. Results were less pornographic than one might expect.
serafinowicz The latest dolphin fashions are for human-style wigs, moustaches etc.
MaxwellEves How great would it be if female humans were attracted to me the same way female mosquitoes are?
fayewhitaker butt status: sweatyLabels: top 10 favourite tweets of the week |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 5:07 PM |
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| Saturday, August 15, 2009 |
| I think i would very much like having Eric Bana as my husband... |
I've been emotionally retarded as of late. Sorry, retarded is rude. Unstable. Crazy. Idiotic?
The problem is I don't know why. So I keep doing and saying awkward things because I can't control myself. I seem to be caught up in intense waves of varying emotions. It's kind of been a struggle to keep solid.
So I'm finding distractions. People, work, liquid, entertainment, projects. Not enough writing though. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it sets off the crazy.
An example of the unpredictability: worked for 6 hours then decided I was bored of it so I went home. I got home and all was calm, then a sudden urge of really happy energy made me want to go see a movie. All alone. A date night with my city, if you will. Then, because it took me 30 minutes to decide on the movie I wanted to see (which is the movie I wanted to see from the start, if I was to be honest with myself) I got frustrated. I started feeling angry and introverted and trapped. So i went for a walk, ending up near the theatre. Went in and could have watch the movie I wanted earlier but decided I needed something I have no preconceptions about if I was going to enjoy it. I didn't want to ruin the movie I wanted to see with my mood swings. I ended up watching 'The Time Traveller's Wife', cried at a movie for the first time in forever, and went home content. Now I am just baffled at myself.
I'm just being so irrational and illogical with things. Although, to be fair, 'The Time Traveller's Wife' was actually a really good idea and choice. I won't ruin it for anyone, but it's definitely not sci-fi at all. It's more about the effects of the sci-fi stuff on really people. Which is something that I always find really interesting. It's strange but I find aliens and monsters much less interesting than the lengths people go to overcome them and how they cope. It's probably why I like Shaun of the Dead so much.
completely random off topic sidenote: I'm currently talking to someone who is condemning Bret Hart for cheating on his wife while on the road. This is amusing to me as this paricular person has never been in a relationship where they didn't cheat on thier significant other. Even now, I beleive there is cheating afoot. Ah, humans, we are such hypocritical creatures.Labels: bad news bears, emotionally retarded, flawed |
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| Friday, August 14, 2009 |
| self-destruct-oh |
| I think I've ruined a good thing and, after things like this that happened before, I still don't know how to fix it. Labels: life fail |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 10:18 AM |
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| Wednesday, August 12, 2009 |
| If we don't behave they'll cut us down again |
I am really glad I didn't drunkenly blog when I was at home. My god that could have ended badly. And not just because my second (count em, 2nd) laptop keyboard's letters "i" and "k". And we all know I would have been swearing. A lot.
Good points:
- Got to see Buddy, a man whom I miss greatly.
- Good times with Manda. Lots of drinking and smoking, and uh, smoking.
- The pool! The glorious pool!
- My beautiful little nephews are growing up so fast! And are still so adorable!
Bad Points:
- With Buddy came his Ex, who I'm pretty sure hated me while he was in the band. She's still whiny, too.
- Douche was with Manda. Douche is... a special little creature. Mostly a douche.
- Only got to swim ONCE!
- Didn't get to see Candice or my godson... I'm so entirely broken up about this.
I was really gone Monday night. I'm looking back at my tweets and FB updates, which are coherent but really random and hilarious. Despite that, I really wish Manda and I could leave her house one day. I go there, watch britcoms, drink, get covered in dog/cat hair, smoke, die a little inside, go home at 4am. It's pretty much an endless cycle.
Random randomness: Saw my high school sweetheart for the first time in like 5 years. He looks the exact same. He is basically the same person. I feel a little better about myself. Not that I'm holding any animosity between us, it was a long time ago and he's very nice. It's just that everyone I went to school with never changed, they fear change. I love it. Change is my BFF.Labels: family, life update |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:53 PM |
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| Sunday, August 09, 2009 |
| tweeeeeeeeets + blah blah blah |
Lots of Rich Fulcher today. I'll stop reposting him when he stops being awesome. Which will be never for your information.
JeffBryanDavis If whales could see an episode of Whale Wars, they'd kill themselves.
Me Hey, shower, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you always giving me the cold shoulder?
serafinowicz Ants are the only creatures other than humans to use condoms.
Jimmylazers Off to see the moon, the film, not the milky white bitch!
Rich_Fulcher Don't forget, today is 'National Hit a Bird in the Mouth Day'.
serafinowicz I'm glad I'm not a cannibal. I'd be hungry all the time.
Rich_Fulcher Today is National "Take A Wizard To Lunch" Day.
Rich_Fulcher I love East Bound & Down more than my own vagina.
rustyrockets I love NY and it's inhabitants. I could wander the street licking people's faeces just to convey my affection. Sorry, I meant faces. Either.
rustyrockets Other 3 words after sex include "tell your friends" "take that society" and "swim, little me's"
ALSO: heading to Ottawa today... of course my aunt is late as per the usual. Back, tuesday? I think? Question mark?Labels: top 10 favourite tweets of the week |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 10:27 AM |
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| Saturday, August 08, 2009 |
| Rhymes with "blinvisible" |
I seem to be this cliche with old friends. Out of sight, out of mind. Which is good and bad all at the same time. The good because when I am not around and come back the forget all the bad times, the drama, the other lives and things are nice. Sort of. They are stable and unassuming at the least. The bad because when I am not around I no longer exist. They forget the good times, the parties, the jokes, they kind of just forget I was there too and that, once, we all made each other happy.
I wish I had that ability sometimes. To forget. The truth is I can't. My mind keeps all that junk lying around for my memory to trip over. The good, the bad, the unbearable, the amazing, the clever, the ridiculous, the heartbreaking - all of it. Though I'll never be able to forget the way I've been hurt, I can never forget how they made me happy.
I think that's the reason why I have such a hard time letting go of anything. I'm still tied to everyone that's ever touched my life in any minuscule way. That's a whole lot of rope. And a whole lot of knots. Sometimes I feel as if there are just too many to keep track of, and I lose my grip on the important ones. There are just so many ropes in front of me that I can't decipher which is which, and the ones I really want to keep are getting lost in the tangled mess.
And because of this I often get this overwhelming feeling that the knots aren't nearly as tight as I had always thought/wished/hoped they were.Labels: sleepless |
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| Tuesday, August 04, 2009 |
| Sometimes I'm Still A Little Naive |
I think I just don't understand. How could people after all these years, all the wars and prejudice, all the freedom fighting and marches, all the advocation for basic human rights, how could people still be so closed minded? I was on Twitter and noticed Matt Lucas, a lovely and funny (as well as gay) comedian has had a lot of trouble lately. Slurs against his sexual orientation as well as his health and the fact that he has Alopecia, have been pouring in and really I just don't understand.
I tweeted back at him, addressing my concern, saying basically what I have said here (in 140 characters or less): I don't understand how such closed minded awful people like him still exist! Referring to a particular person who recently said some awful things to Mr. Lucas. Moments later he direct messaged me, simply stating: I know.
Most of the time, I consider myself to be quite aware of the world, it's ins and outs, it's bad and good. But there are somethings that when I approach the subject I still feel like a child in kindergarten; I keep asking why, even when I'm given an answer. Because, frankly, I don't understand the answer, nor the reason that in this day and age and times of openness and acceptance I am still asking why.
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| Monday, August 03, 2009 |
| Tah - Weets |
darkabella @Me OMG, I COULD BE CALLING YOUR CELL PHONE WITH AN EMERGENCY! what if my eyebrow runs away? you won't be there to comfort me :(
rustyrockets 10AM- It's changed. See you at the Plaza. Please be prepared to flash- Your privates, not like a lighthouse. x
radiomaru "What is this line for?" "Something that nerds like" #sandiegocomiccon
Boosh_Storm_USA Hey, it's Bobby Bob. Mutha humpin good time in NY. Thank youze for givin us many love times. San Diego next. Where the hump is that?
serafinowicz "The name's Christ. Jesus Hesus Christ."
MLGiannini #nicerfilmtitles The Empire Chooses Not to Dwell on the Past
Rich_Fulcher i want to wear caffeine clothes i need so much coffee.
Me Toilet Pirates: booty for your booty.
Rich_Fulcher Leaving NY for San Diego soon. Bye New York: we came, we saw, we made love squeezins to every one of you! xx
kadarski I'm gonna make August my bitchLabels: top 10 favourite tweets of the week |
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| Sunday, August 02, 2009 |
| Language |
I really love language. The way words sound, specifically. I like how certain words are better when pertaining to certain moods or situations. Like in a sexual context. Think of the words you use during sex. Fuck. That "F" makes you bite your lip to say it. *F*uck. And that's just plain hot to watch someone bite their lip like that. *F*uck. And the "U" gives this "uh" to it. Like a moan. You don't say "uh" like that unless you are enjoying yourself. You can't fake the "uh" in f*U*ck. But my favourite part is the end. That "CK" sound. Fu*CK*. *CK* *CK* *CK*. It's hard. It's rough. It's sexy. Making love is sweet, but you know what you're in for when you fuck.
In reality, we sort of have a limited vocabulary when it comes to sex. So we really have to pick and choose what we say carefully. One wrong word can tend to change the situation, in an unpleasant sort of way. One time, I was fooling around with a guy and he wants to dirty talk a little. Which I'm totally into and it's getting pretty hot and at one point he stops, looks straight into my eyes and says "suck my wang". What? Your what? That's a party foul for me. The wrong word takes everything to a halt for me. Now tell me: how the hell do you expect me to want to pleasure something that sounds like a wet noodle? Using the word wang makes me think you are 12 years old, and in that case, I'm going to jail for the things I've been doing to you.
The word he should have used there was cock. I would've even settled for dick. But cock... it's such a hard word. A big hard word. A cock is something I'd want to fuck, not a wang. How would you even propose to fuck a wang? Stuff it in? Maybe you fold it up like a letter?
Despite the word wang, I think there's more luck when describing male genitalia as oppose to female. You've got dick, and cock, but what do we have? Pussy? that is an awful word. It's the sexual equivalent to penis. Sounds like you're whispering, like downstairs is a place we can't talk about. It's off limits. What else? And don't you dare say "vagina" as that is probably one of the worst words in the english language. Do you know what a vagina is? The sheath of a sword. That's not sexy. It's a storage unit for a sword. That's like: "No, you can't have sex with it, but feel free to store your dick there for later use." Vagina sounds so clinical. But actually it's not the original clinical term. The actual term and probably my favourite word of all time is: Cunt. Now that's a word on the same level as cock. That's a word you would use when you fuck. A girl with a cunt is ready for some hard dirty action.
Is it too early for me to write this? Maybe. I guess i should let the late sunday sleepers get coffee before I say things like this.Labels: sex, words |
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