Harem Inter Thrust

jizzus, I'm so frustrated and/or confused with everything. I wouldn't even call it angst, really.

Seems that detail is bad. So is today.

yes, I changed the template. The harem girl made me suicidal.

So after the perspective of reading Chelsea's OD, I feel like I should censor this slightly less. What harm could it do, honestly? Yea, so Daniel and Jennifer read this, what can they do, really? What can anyone do?

I had friends over for halloween. Chelsea, Phil, and Ken. I think that as a group they are my closest friends right now. No, I do not have as much past with them as I do with andrea and tim and whoever, but timewise I spend more time with them. Also, really, who else would I end up sitting naked in the dark of my room with? [yes, just sitting.] It's a shame and a blessing that ken refused to strip we us. Ah well, happens.

Phil and Ken left before 11, then it was just chelsea and me. Clothed. We watched stigmata, at least the first half of it, and then she fell asleep. I stayed awake in one of those dream-awake states. I didn't want her to be awake alone in my house when it was over, cuz I know how awkward that can be. Well, as for the movie, it was gory, and very reminescient of the excorcist, which ironicly I saw LAST Halloween.

So then, since she was asleep in my basement, I got my blanket and slept there as well. We woke up a few hours later and spent a few more hours talking about things, mainly men, before falling asleep once more. All in all, it was a good time. She seems like a cool chick. There are so few of them. There are slightly more cool men, but even they are sparce... sigh... perhaps I'm just to picky and/or lazy.

On Friday, after she left, Tim called and asked me to come over. I wasn't planning on doing anything, but I felt guilty saying no since I hadn't done something with him in so very very long. While I was waiting for him to come pick me up, I actually called Andrea, which I haven't in an awfully long time. She is generally bitter at the world, and I am proud. I've been waiting for her to get bitter for so many years.



bah, I'm bored of this now. I hope I satisfied your wanting of me.

For the love of jizzus, I give up on my domain. At least for the time being.

GO HERE.

grr, the font on my browser is somehow suddenly obscenly large.

I think that things in my life don't make too much sense, and that I keep screwing myself over. However, I don't actually care THAT much.

I rode the bus today. I hate the bus.

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I probably won't be updating this quite as often anymore, clearly. I have my own domain now whic I am working on. Soon everything will be there. Soon.

Things that happen in the late of the night.

Carnie women behold their feet with a sense of pride. They are unique to the women of the traveling circus. In other societies and cultures, the women spend hours of every day working and thinking about how they will next clothe the feet of their family. The quest for socks is insatiable.

The families of the circus, however, are run by a different sort of women. Independent women. Women who aren't afraid to come out and say, proudly, "My feet are HAIRY." No, these women have no need to cover their feet. They are adequately equipped to warm and line their feet under any conditions.

These are women who spend the time which other women would use to forge for socks, to dance and sing and generally have a very jovial time.

"Sockers? I pity them en a way. Yu know, them doing sumthing I n'er 'ad to do, ni me gran'moder, ni mi greet-gran'moder. We's jus' got des really furry feet. Dem oders, they's gots to elways be 'ookin for der socks. I've elways got mene on," says Elmra, no last name given, who is a sixth generation carnie woman. She has a long heritage of being the lobster-girl, and no search for foot apparel will stop her from living out her legacy.

"Bah. Carnie women. Have you seen their feet? So f%#@ing hairy! Jeesous, if my feet were such covered with fur, heh, how easy my life would ne! With ten feet to clothe in my family, just coming up with the money to get us through the week is a stretch. Now excuse me, my friend tells me there's a good sock forge down the way," says Shelly O'McNeil, a catholic Irish mother of downtown Indianapolis. Other women were asked to comment, but none could spare any time in their pursuit of socks.

Yes, carnie folk are special folk. Some would say crazy. Some would say disgusting. However, perhaps we should all take a step back from our simple biases, and get another look at the world of the traveling circus. Maybe, if anything, we should look upon them with envy. Surely, though, these people deserve respect for their way of life. Why? In the words of Elmra, "We's jus got des really furry feet."

I didn't go to school today. I feel a bit guilty about it.

The problem is that...... well, there are many, and on second thought I don't feel like explaining them.

The good thing about today is that I finally bought my own domain name. Not that it will be up and running immediatly, or anything, but it's 100% MINE.

aw, hooray! My idol. Didn't scew the results at all. Might not mean much, but I am still pleased.



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