Gayism and cookies

Let’s all be shocked at the same time and gasp because Oreo supports gayism!

On God and parenting

To be completely honest, this post may have been inspired because I've been listening to JCSS songs today. But seeing as I am a spiritual person (I am! Shut up!), it's also something that I think about a lot. After all, every human being has contemplated the existence of God or some sort of supreme being -watching over us lovingly or messing with us like we're toy soldiers on a huge tactical map- at some point. And I don't mean to insult anyone's beliefs. This is just my opinion.

Essay: Why Loki Should Have Killed His Foster Family

Why Loki Should Have Killed His Foster Family

(A Study On Loki’s Psyche, or Who To Blame)

(Before I present my arguments as to why I think Loki should have killed his family, let me explain that murder is only acceptable, necessary even, within the realms of literature and cinema, for artistic reasons, and should not be considered as a solution in real life situations.)

Random memory

It came to me just as I was about to sleep. It's been sooo long ago but it still cracks me up. I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to share it with you, it's just too brilliant to be locked in the drawers of my mind forever!

When I was really, really young and curious and stupid, my best friend and I decided to watch porn. (By saying really, really young, I don't mean at the tender age of  9. But I don't think we were much older than 14.) I don't even remember where we got it from, seeing as the internet wasn't a popular option back then. Or at least, it wasn't for us. So, we sat down, feeling very guilty but proud at the same time, and watched a plumber get it on with a lady of questionable morals. (What is it with plumbers anyway?) Needless to say, we giggled and we blushed more than we focused on watching the movie.

But as the plumber was... ahem... let's say, taking care of the lady, with the use of a FREAKING SCREWDRIVER, he stopped and said "Let me get the big screwdriver out" *wink wink*. Not a very original metaphor, right? Except, he did exactly that! He went and got an even bigger screwdriver which he proceeded to use on the poor woman's vagina! And all the time I was watching that, I couldn't help but think... Who wrote that script? (Assuming there was a script of course...) Who was the genius behind that wonderful piece of comedy?

Please, tell me I'm not the only one who finds that hilarious!

Class of 2002

My high school reunion took place last night. Or I think it did, because I haven't seen any proof of that yet. But if it did, I am willing to bet you anything that it was definitely not as fun as my former classmates thought it would be. Of course I didn't attend. Why would I? It's not that I believe high school reunions shouldn't exist. It's that I couldn't think of one good reason to convince myself to attend this one. Let me explain...

Writer's Log: Day 10

I have made the -very painful- decision to stop trying to be a writer. Looking at several of my old and not-so-old projects, I realized that I don't actually stand a chance, lacking the talent and all. I guess I'm not an artist. Never was. It makes me sad but I will be spared further disappointment, so now is the time to end this madness.

I will keep the blog going -after all, I need it to help me blow off some steam. But I'm done with the poems and the short stories and the novels. There goes my dream, my only ambition... You can't imagine how hard it is...

Have a nice day.

Writer, over and out.

I hate it when...

...my friends tell me what to do and expect me to obey, as if their opinion should be considered as THE LAW! (Bitch, back off! You're invading my bubble! Get out of my bubble!)

...I know I have to study for my exams but my brain refuses to work with me and keeps daydreaming.

...the mirror is exceptionally cruel to me.

...people engage me in conversation about sex but are shocked by the fact that I am actually willing to talk about it, instead of blushing and giggling like an idiot. (If we are old enough to do it, we are old enough to talk about it. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't bring it up as a subject. Moron.)

...I realize that I'm a better writer when I'm drunk.

...I'm buying another pair of shoes which I know I don't need, but can't stop myself from doing it. (I'm crying inside, seriously.)

...prejudice, hatred and ignorance beat logic, respect and compassion.

...the world becomes too much for me to bear.

...my beta disappears for two weeks (and counting).

...I write another random blog entry that no one cares about. (Meh...)