tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38212482024-02-28T01:19:15.972-05:00Maybe Just Once<i>I can't believe that what I feel is really happening to me<br>Make it hurt<br>And point the finger at my insecurities<br>Well I guess I just don't understand about those complexities in your mind<br>And I guess I just don't understand why this world seems so unkind<br>
Maybe just once I get what's coming to me.</i><br>
**"Maybe Just Once" - Nine Inch Nails**Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger398125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-15079577533886235692010-07-30T16:07:00.001-04:002010-07-30T16:08:31.660-04:00Haven't died. Just gave up on this weblog. Too many issues. If anyone used to follow this, thank you and so long! :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1176763128956783702007-04-16T18:39:00.000-04:002007-04-16T18:39:02.630-04:00Naughty schoolgirls and schoolboys pub night was this past Saturday.<br /><center><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls59.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls59.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls10.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls10.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls33.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls33.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls44.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls44.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls12.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls12.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls46.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls46.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls53.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls53.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls58.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls58.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls31.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls31.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls57.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls57.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls24.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls24.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/Schoolgirls9.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Schoolgirls%20n%20Boys/th_Schoolgirls9.jpg"></a><br /></center><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://alibinetwork.com/index.jsp">Alibi Network</a>: have you ever wanted to be somewhere but not get caught doing so? This website supports lying on all sides!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1173845169335496212007-03-14T02:06:00.000-04:002007-03-14T01:06:09.353-04:00It's been a while. A very busy bunny I have been. I've had assignments and presentations out the wazoo. I've still got another presentation for my ethics class and a research paper on video games for my technology class and then come finals. Does it ever end? Well, in a way, I don't want it to end. I'm not ready to no longer be a student. I've been one for almost two decades now (I'm counting kindergarten) and it's really all I've ever known. I'm nervous.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I must keep this short. Just wanted to let anyone who is still left reading this that I'm still alive. I've been visiting you all but I just haven't had any time to comment. I haven't even really had time to play my Wii! <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Internet/smileyfrown.gif"> Twilight Princess is suffering without me. I did find out that there's a rumour going around that Nintendo may be re-releasing the Wii next year in different colours. I wonder if there's a way for them to transfer the hard drive. I wouldn't mind a black one or a lime green one.<br /><br />Pfeff and I are still doing well. He enjoys reminding me who is boss. One hint: it's not me. The roomies, myself, and some other friends have a night planned out at a club outside of Toronto on the 24th. It'll be nice to get out of town for a while. I could use the fun. It's a pretty fancy place that caters to mostly a 25+ crowd. I'm glad there won't be any annoying nineteen-year olds squealing. <br /><br />My self-imposed celibacy streak is still going strong. Anyone I even entertain the thought of ending it with just gets too annoying to even bother attempting. If only my mother would stop with the "there are other fish in the sea" spiel. I'm not looking for anyone. I won't be for a while. I'm actually pretty happy with being single. I'm more so worried about what I'm going to do after school is over. Worries never end.<br /><center><br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/1stAnniversary.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_1stAnniversary.jpg"></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/Hasenpfeffer44.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_Hasenpfeffer44.jpg"></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/PfefferMedicine2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_PfefferMedicine2.jpg"></a> <br /></center><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.pikipimp.com/">PikiPimp</a>: this is one of the most fun photo editing websites I've ever played around with! I'm sure you'll spend way too much time here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1171665402770139102007-02-16T17:33:00.000-05:002007-02-16T17:36:42.786-05:00Amazon.com is in trouble with the Humane Society in the US. Sadly, I have a wishlist at Amazon and I can't believe they actually condone the selling of items such as these. I am debating over terminating my account now.<br /><a href="http://www.hsus.org/press_and_publications/press_releases/amazon_lawsuit.html">article</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.saveabunny.com/?q=node/1144">Cinnabun's Story</a>: okay, it's not really a stupid link since it's actually a very nice one. I am not able to read this little bun's story without bawling. I'm so glad it has a happy ending!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1171501057056738202007-02-14T19:59:00.000-05:002007-02-14T19:57:37.073-05:00I don't like Valentine's Day for many reasons. One of those reasons being which it is a holiday that intentionally leaves people out and not because of differing religions. February 14th is just another jab in the gut to prove that it is socially unacceptable to be single. If you're not dating someone then there must be something wrong with you for no one to want to be with you. While the original reason for Valentine's Day was not to feel compelled to tell someone you love them, that is what it has become. It is also a gendered day. Women are not expected to get men anything, but we are expected to be greedy and demand material items and to be hurt and depressed if we do not receive anything from those we are involved with or if we do not have anyone to demand goods from.<br /><br />It's hard for me to articulate the difficulties of being single to my roommate who has only ever had one boyfriend in her life and she is still with him. It is hard to explain in words of how someone who you put your utmost trust and faith in can reject you and everything you are, crushing you in an instant. She has never experienced that feeling of profound loss. <br /><br />While I do appreciate the fact that she got me a February 14th gift, it's hard for me to say that I don't celebrate this "holiday" but to have her and other people continue to bombard me with Valentine's day items, even though all of them were very funny and sweet! I mean, we don't send Jewish people Christmas cards expecting them to just smile and sit through it. We don't expect Australians to set off fireworks on Canada Day. So why is it that a day like today, it is still seen as acceptable to press a celebration onto someone even if they do not believe in it?<br /><br />Although it does seem trite to say that "every day should be Valentine's Day" instead of the idea of enforced affection that much of society is so fond of, to me, having a day specifically designed to make others feel like lesser beings just so that companies like Hallmark and Lindor can make big bucks irritates me and I choose not to be a part of it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.gameroo.nl/actua/wii/?language=en">Wiivenge</a>: make them pay! so maybe be using this website as a personal venting place isn't quite what it was meant to be forUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1170993307070766912007-02-08T22:57:00.000-05:002007-02-08T22:55:07.093-05:00Jenny Owen Youngs has written the best love song <span style="font-weight: bold;">ever</span>. It sums up every relationship I've ever had and probably the ones I've yet to have as well. If you'd like to listen to the song, I've uploaded it online, so just click <a href="http://media.putfile.com/Jenny-Owens-Young---Fuck-Was-I">HERE</a>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;"><u>Fuck Was I</u> - Jenny Owen Youngs</b><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Love grows in me like a tumour</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Parasites bent on devouring its host</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">I'm developing my sense of humour</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Skillet on the stove is such a temptation</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">What the fuck was I thinking?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Love plows through me like a 'dozer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">I've got more give than a bale of hay</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">And there's always a big mess left over</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">With the "what did you do?" and the "what did you say?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">"What did you do?" and the "what did you say?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Skillet on the stove is such a temptation</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">What the fuck was I thinking?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Love tears me up like a demon</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Opens the wounds and fills them with lead</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">And I'm having some trouble just breathing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Skillet on the stove is such a temptation</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">What the fuck was I thinking?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">Love is so embarrassing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">I'm running out of places to hide</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">What the fuck was I thinking?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;">(You know that i've got what you want)</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.prankplace.com/dogpoop.htm">Dog Poop Calendar</a>: this is one wall-piece that would definitely draw attention.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1170133600063995942007-01-30T12:09:00.000-05:002007-01-30T05:01:53.483-05:00Show some emotion for once! All I really wanted is something, <span style="font-style: italic;">anything</span>, that would show he's not some sort of fucking robot. Again, I expected too much. I got nothing from him. I never did. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Internet/smileyembarassed.gif" /> I am so angry right now that I don't even know what words I could use short of pounding on my keyboard. All I want is for you to understand how you made me feel. I want you to hurt as badly as I did and still do. I don't know how you've stayed alive so long while being devoid of all feeling.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I hope you get an incurable disease while you're on vacation, you fucker! Even better if it's from your girlfriend! And that I get to keep your cat! Also, learn the proper use of the apostrophe!</span><br /><br />I don't even care if he reads that. Yes, I am being immature and petty but it's my weblog and I can cry if I want to. So there! Besides, writing it made me feel better.<br /><blockquote><u>A Brief Illustration Of Woe</u><br /><br />Love is introducing someone to your inner child (if you will pardon such a nauseating cliché). Love is taking the intrinsic part of you that is love, in its truest and purest sense, out of the armour-plated box. The inner toddler, to which Deceit, Betrayal, Hurt, Loss, Disappointment and Vengeance have no meaning. Love is letting him take that small child for a walk.<br />The depravity of the human heart is when he takes that toddler and pushes it gently in front of a freight train.<br />-- from Vicious Romantic @ <a href="http://loveisacunt.blogspot.com/2006/12/brief-illustration-of-woe.html">Love Is A Cunt</a></blockquote><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ngfd3_rMlCM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ngfd3_rMlCM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"><u>Since U Been Gone</u> - Kelly Clarkson</b><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Here's the thing we started out friends</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">It was cool but it was all pretend</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Yeah yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Since you've been gone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">You dedicated, you took the time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Wasn't long till I called you mine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Yeah yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Since you've been gone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">And all you'd ever hear me say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Is how I pictured me with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">That's all you'd ever hear me say</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">[chorus]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">But since you've been gone</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">I can breathe for the first time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">I'm so moving on</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Thanks to you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Now I get what I want</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Since you've been gone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">How can I put it?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">You put me on</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">I even fell for that stupid love song</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Yeah, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Since you've been gone</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">How come I'd never hear you say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">I just wanna be with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">I guess you never felt that way</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">You had your chance, you blew it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Out of sight, out of mind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Shut your mouth, I just can't take it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Again and again and again and again</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">[chorus]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;">Since you've been gone...</span></center><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.dontdatehimgirl.com/">Don't Date Him Girl</a>: "This site has been the subject of international media attention... a powerful online community of women from around the world... You will find informative articles about dating and relationships; advice to help you make better decisions in finding a man you love; a live chat area where members can exchange experiences in real-time and of course, the postings of hundreds of thousands of women who are creating a global sisterhood on the Internet!" (thanks, Lauren)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1169888989162709392007-01-27T04:11:00.000-05:002007-01-29T04:12:54.513-05:00The truth: god* hates me. It's been established. Remember how, in life, once you're finally well on your way to getting over someone who hurt you, they end up getting in contact with you again in some way? Yeah, that. Has "<a href="http://www.hbo.com/city/">Sex and the City</a>" ever educated me well when it comes to heterosexual relationships.<br /><br />*whatever higher power, be it a he, she, or an it, that you happen to believe in, if you even believe in a higher power<br /><br />I e-mailed the Pod's mom to tell her to tell him about the George RR Martin tv series and about a book both he and I were waiting to come out in softcover. Sadly, for both those things, he was the first person I wanted to tell when I found out. Since he doesn't have yours truly around anymore to inform him of things such as this and to force him to read, I thought I'd be kind and let him know through his mother. <br /><br />So I log onto Facebook today and I have a message. From <span style="font-style:italic;">him</span>. He thanked me for letting him know about the book stuff. How did he know I have an account on Facebook? I only signed up sometime in the middle of December when I was stalling on studying for finals. Also I couldn't resist the urge to look at his account. Well, what I could see of it anyway. There's only 1 friend on there that I can see and it's a girl who is probably his new girlfriend since he seems to pick up new bitches rather quickly. I found out he's going to Cuba, most likely with the possible new girlfriend. Once I saw my facebook message was from him, I burst into tears. I'm actually still very upset. I haven't cried over him in about 2 months. Until today. Fuck.<br /><br />Do I reply to his message? Do I just ignore it? If I do reply, should I do it over facebook or should I be the (sort of) bigger person and actually send an e-mail? Should I be really bitter and let him know that he's completely fucked up my life because I can't even go out on a freaking date* with a guy without being all paranoid and not being able to trust anything the guy says or does. Do I let him know that I can't relax around men now. I don't trust them anymore, not even a little bit. I feel like if I ever let my guard down and relax, then the guy will tear everything to pieces. I can't do this. I don't even know what I'll do if I find out he still reads here on occasion (he didn't do it when we were dating so why would he do it now?).<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*I don't do "dates" per se, but I have tried the one on one hanging out thing</span><br /><br />So yeah, now I've been crying for the past hour and nothing is making me feel better. When I e-mailed his mom that book info, I wrote that she didn't even have to say she heard it from me. It was the only time EVER that I had mentioned him in an e-mail to her. I don't want to stop talking to her because I really like her and I'm sure that she would never ever mention anything to him about contacting me to thank me. Even if she didn't say who the info was from, I'm sure he could guess. However, <span style="font-weight:bold;">normal people</span> wouldn't track me down on facebook to thank me! <span style="font-weight:bold;">Normal people</span> would realize how fucked up it would be if they contacted me again and how miserable it would make me. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Normal people</span> would just <span style="font-style:italic;">leave me alone</span>! <br /><br />I'm so upset right now. On top of that, Pfeffer has to go to the vet this afternoon so I can find out what's wrong with him. Everything sucks.<br /><br />Something else that sucks is wishing a sad goodbye to those whose writing I have come to love. Farewell to <a href="http://bliatz.typepad.com/">Bliatz</a> and to <a href="http://urbanstud.typepad.com/urbanstud/">Kal</a>, whom I will never forget for stressing that the brain is the sexiest part of the human body. So long to <a href="http://freyashouse.blogspot.com/">Freya</a> whose sweet words can sum up a million beautiful memories. I wish you all well with your lives!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHzdsFiBbFc">Spiders On Drugs</a>: have you ever wondered if the webs spiders create differ if the spider has been introduced to chemicals?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1169703314029858192007-01-25T00:31:00.000-05:002007-01-25T03:45:28.326-05:00A Pfeffer and Missy video! it even includes a binky... that was not quite caught on camera so watch at around 0:58. Yeah, it's not the most interesting video around but it amused Devon and I and that's all that matters! <br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfPmBOj3yBE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gfPmBOj3yBE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /><br />I've been feeling pretty off lately. I just have no motivation to do anything. Today I got an e-mail from the Pod's mother letting me know that there's been a new addition to their family: a rabbit. The Pod's little brother and his girlfriend got themselves a rabbit. Hopefully it won't meet the same doom that Whiskerless George Foo-Foo did. She did send me pictures of the adorable little bun. That makes two new members of that family I'll never get to meet. *sigh* I also asked his mother to tell him a couple things that I know he'd like to be aware of: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0451460669/104-4856073-7252740">a book</a> both he and I were waiting over a year to come out in softcover finally has (and through a website about the authors I've just found out that there's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rebel-Fay-Barb-Hendee/dp/0451461215/sr=8-1/qid=1163890273/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-1168552-8676629?ie=UTF8&s=books">another book</a> from the series out already), and that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire">a book series</a> he and I both enjoyed has been picked up by HBO to become a television series. Is it weird that I still want him to know about those things? Yes... and no. When I found out, he was the first person I wanted to tell. After all this time and <span style="font-weight:bold;">still</span> he's the one I want to tell. Arg! It's frustrating and emotionally draining. One day it'll all go away. One day that can't come too soon.<br /><br />I've also been offered the opportunity to try something I've never tried before. I'm not entirely sure if I'll be taking advantage of the offer though since it may end up getting a little complicated. Do I really want a fuck buddy? Granted, I'm not getting any but, then again, I'm not really looking to get any either. There's always the chance that emotions may get tangled up (he's a couple years younger than I am) and right now we're just friends who flirt a lot but it's all in good fun. Do I really want to run the risk of losing someone who is fun to hang out with? If I'm not exactly seeking anything physical then what is the point of having it available? Of course, the offer has been laid on the table but neither he nor I has claimed it yet. I don't even like the guy in *that* way. I mean, he's not ugly at all, but he's not really the kind of guy I usually go for and he's definitely not someone I could ever have a long-term relationship with. Getting older means things get more and more complex.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster">the Flying Spaghetti Monster</a>: so I feel like having a religious post here but, then again, so many other people flaunt their religion so why can't I show off my own?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1169116948382753672007-01-18T05:44:00.000-05:002007-01-18T05:42:28.410-05:00Coffee date with some pals from school tonight. Allison, Devon, Ayesh and I spent some time at one of the many Tim Horton's around here from about 11:30pm till 2:30am. I really adore these girls. We have a great time together and I'll miss them after I'm finished with school. Among many other things, one of the topics we covered was different types of friends. Most people have at least one friend that they don't want to see every day, like the friend you only go partying with. That person is great to have around when you're at the bar but you would never call them up just to chat or to go see a movie. We've all got friends who we don't want to see very much of and that we can only stand in small doses. Of course, no one would ever admit that to the person.<br /><br />On our coffee date, we established that we're all pretty good friends since we like to get together as often as possible, which usually turns out to be at least once or twice a week (excluding Devon and I since we live together and see each other pretty much every day). We like to go out to the bar and we like to just sit around and talk. We even have television dates for shows we like to watch. Devon and I like to watch Miami Ink on Tuesday nights together; Wednesdays used to be America's Next Top Model night with Allison, Linda and Ayesh; Thursdays is Grey's Anatomy night with Allison; and Ayesh, Dev and I watch The L Word as soon as I can download the next episode of season 4 (which is currently only airing in the States). I've found some good friends in these girls. None of them are the kind of person I would hesitate to call up to go out for coffee or to go dancing with or even just to talk.<br /><br />So, different kinds of friends get different kids of treatments. But what do you do when you're stuck spending time with someone you can only take so much of? I guess that's the blessing of the internet since you can interact with those kinds of people but in a limited form. What are the kinds of people you know and you can only stand so much of? I don't like the type of people who can only talk about themselves, the type who take over things that aren't theirs, nor the type who presume that all parties involved are interested in doing the things that person wants to do at all times. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Internet/smileyangry.gif"> Sometimes people just annoy me.<br /><br />Pictures to make me feel better now! #1 = Pfeff and I on our one-year anniversary. #2 = Devon tried to hide Pfeffer's food dish but he found it in an awkward place. #3 = nose rubs! #4 = parsley head bunny.<br /><center><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/1stAnniversary.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_1stAnniversary.jpg"></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/DevonPfeff1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_DevonPfeff1.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/Hasenpfeffer35.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_Hasenpfeffer35.jpg"></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/Hasenpfeffer36.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_Hasenpfeffer36.jpg"></a><br /></center><br />On a separate note, I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It promotes internet stalking. Okay, not really, but it is kind of neat to see what some people I used to go to elementary school or highschool or university are up to. So I guess that's kind of like internet stalking? However, I am sick of people adding me as a "friend" on Facebook and then never messaging me or anything to say hi. I think it's become a popularity contest now to see who has the most "friends" or something. I thought the whole idea of the website was to help people keep in contact with others. At least you can restrict people from viewing certain things. Everyone who doesn't make an effort to say hi gets restricted and, so far, no one has mentioned anything to me about it. Shows how much they care about keeping in touch. Oy...<br /><br /><center><span style="color:red;"><b>~CANADIAN MUSIC~</b></span><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mb3sfyUbx6I"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mb3sfyUbx6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><u>When</u> - Shania Twain</b><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">If elephants could fly I'd be a little more optimistic<br />But I don't see that happening anytime soon</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I don't mean to sound so pessimistic</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">But I don't think that cow really jumped over the moon</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When will I wake up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Why did we break up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When will we make up?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">[chorus]</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When money grows on trees</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">People live in peace</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Everyone agrees</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When happiness is free</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Love can guarantee</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">You'll come back to me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">That's when</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I'd love to wake up smiling</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Full of the joys of spring</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">And hear on CNN that Elvis lives again</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">And that John's back with the Beatles and they're going out on tour</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I'll be the first in line for tickets</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Gotta see that show for sure</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When will I wake up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Why did we break up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When will we make up?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When will I wake up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Why did we break up?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">When will we make up?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">[chorus]</span></center><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://galleryoftheabsurd.typepad.com/14/">Gallery of the Absurd</a>: okay, today's post involves Rachael Ray being compared to a "perky demented food chipmunk" and I completely agree! This website is filled with some strange art that seems to be based on North American pop culture and celebrity gossip. (thanks <a href="http://orchideareflects.com/">orchidea</a>!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1168506417001561272007-01-11T04:09:00.000-05:002007-01-11T04:06:57.020-05:00Disappearance caused by Wii obsession. I will admit it. My arm muscles have been sore on and off for days now. I've smashed my finger into a piece of furniture, I've strained a muscle in my shoulder, and I've whipped myself in the forehead with the cord that connects the Wiimote and the Nunchuk. I even had trouble bending my right wrist for three days straight because my tendons hurt so much. So if anyone out in the world wide web misses me, now you know where I've gone. If I'm not playing Wii, then I'm probably at the doctor's trying to figure out how to avoid getting carpal tunnel syndrome due to this console.<br /><br />I spent three hours trying to figure out a temple in Zelda: Twilight Princess (Jasmine, if Todd doesn't know, then please tell him there's a free game guide up on <a href="http://www.ign.com">IGN</a>), I've played countless mini-games in Barnyard, I've swung the controller like a fiend playing Wii Sports, I found a character glitch in Marvel: Ultimate Alliance, and I've broken into a sweat trying to get through some courses in Excite Truck.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxyhuUsflJQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxyhuUsflJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /><center style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><b><u>I Never Loved You Anyway</u> - the Corrs</b><br /><br />You bored me with your stories<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I can't belive that I endured you for as long as I did<br />I'm happy it's over<br />I'm only sorry that I didn't make the move before you</span><br /><br />And when you go I will remember<br />To send a thank you note to that girl<br />I see she's holding you so tender<br />Well I just wanna say...<br /><br /><i>[chorus]</i><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I never really loved you anyway<br />No I didn't love you anyway<br />I never really loved you anyway</span><br />I'm so glad you're moving away<br /><br />Valentino, I don't think so<br />You watching MTV while I lie dreaming in an "MT" bed<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">And come to think of it, I was misled<br />My flat, my food, my everything and thoughts inside my head</span><br /><br />Before you go I must remember<br />To have a quiet word with that girl<br />Does she know you're not a spender?<br />Well I just have to say...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[chorus]</span><br />Yeah, I am<br />Yeah, I am<br /><br />And when you go I will remember<br />I must remember to say...<br />I never really loved you anyway<br />No I didn't love you anyway<br />I never really loved you anyway<br />I never really loved you anyway<br />I never loved you anyway<br />No I didn't love you anyway<br />Never truly loved you anyway<br />I'm so happy you're moving away<br />Yeah I'm delighted you're moving away</center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.weirdfortunecookies.com/index.shtml">Weird Fortune Cookie Collection</a>: have you ever gotten a fortune in a cookie that just didn't make any sense? well, submit 'em to this website! or just read some mind-bogglers. (thanks, Sean)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1167903440915000192007-01-04T04:33:00.000-05:002007-01-04T04:37:20.940-05:00A post from my Wii on my wireless internet connection. How cool is that? The answer is: very.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1164968030858821722007-01-02T15:20:00.000-05:002007-01-03T17:43:37.113-05:00Wii, is all I need to write. <br />I got one for Christmas. Zelda: Twilight Princess and I are having an argument because I am stuck in an area and I am frustrated. I love my Wii.<br /><center><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/theWii.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_theWii.jpg"></a><br /></center><br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p3rjDZxvqA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7p3rjDZxvqA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><u style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><b>Something I Can Never Have</b></u><b style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> - Nine Inch Nails</b><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I still recall the taste of your tears</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">My favourite dreams of you still wash ashore</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Scraping through my head 'till I don't want to sleep anymore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">[Chorus:]</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">You make this all go away</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">You make this all go away</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I'm down to just one thing</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">And I'm starting to scare myself</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">You make this all go away</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">You make it all go away</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I just want something</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I just want something I can never have</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">You always were the one to show me how</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">This thing is slowly taking me apart</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Grey would be the colour if I had a heart</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Come on tell me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">[Chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">In this place it seems like such a shame</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Though it all looks different now</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I know it's still the same</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Everywhere I look you're all I see</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Come on tell me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">[Chorus]</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I just want something I can never have</span></center><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.wiihaveaproblem.com">Wii Have A Problem</a>: it causes damage, it causes frustration, it tears apart families... And this is still a great Wii information website!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1164667277686808082006-12-16T20:01:00.000-05:002006-12-16T19:58:58.093-05:00I'm going on a holiday hiatus. I most likely won't be writing anything while I'm at home. It's easier that way. I'll be back once the new school term starts up in January. I do hope that everyone has a lovely holiday or a lovely end of December if you don't celebrate anything. I'd like to thank everyone who has left me a little gift in my "stocking". I'm sure to have a merry Christmas now!<br />And now for a little Christmas Pfeffer (click to enlarge) and some Christmas music...<br /><center><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/Pfeff2006xmas.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/th_Pfeff2006xmas.jpg" /></a><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06rlB0Kw3fw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06rlB0Kw3fw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"><b>Last Christmas</b></u><b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"> - Wham</b><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >[chorus]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Last Christmas </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I gave you my heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >But the very next day you gave it away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >This year </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >to save me from tears</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I'll give it to someone special</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Once bitten and twice shy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I keep my distance</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >But you still catch my eye</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Tell me, baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Do you recognize me?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Well, it's been a year</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >It doesnt surprise me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I wrapped it up and sent it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >With a note saying "I love you", I meant it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Now I know what a fool Ive been</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >But if you kissed me now</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I know you'd fool me again</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >A crowded room</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Friends with tired eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I'm hiding from you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >And your soul of ice</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >My God' I thought you were</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Someone to rely on</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Me, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >A face on a lover with a fire in his heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >A man undercover but you tore me apart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Now I've found a real love </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >You'll never fool me again</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >[chorus x2]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >A face on a lover with a fire in his heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >A man undercover but you tore him apart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Maybe next year I'll give it to someone</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >I'll give it to someone special</span><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="402"><tbody><tr><td bg="" align="center" style="color:green;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;" >Xmas Stocking</span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="green"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"><tbody><tr><td bgcolor="white"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"><tbody><tr><td><img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/top.gif" /></td></tr><tr><td><img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/30/30854.gif" /></td></tr><tr><td><img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/bottom.gif" /></td></tr><tr><td bg="" align="center" style="color:red;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;" >leave a gift for JeN</span></td></tr><tr><td bg="" align="left" style="color:green;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;" ></span><form method="post" action="http://xmas.combatcards.net/addgift.php"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;" ><input name="user_uid" value="30854" type="hidden">your username: <input name="username" maxlength="30" type="text" style="font-size:20;"><br />your gift: <input name="gift" maxlength="30" type="text" style="font-size:25;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">(30 characters or less)</span><br /></span></form></td></tr><tr><td bg="" align="center" style="color:green;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;" ><input value="put gift in stocking" type="submit"><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="red"><a href="http://xmas.combatcards.net/createstocking.php?parent_uid=30854"><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:white;" >get your stocking</span></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center" bgcolor="red"><a href="http://www.snoglondon.com" title="sponsor"><img src="http://xmas.combatcards.net/images/sl.gif" alt="dating website" border="0" height="1" width="400" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></center><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2005/12/the_greatest_ch.html">The Greatest Christmas Story Ever Told</a>: if you recall He-Man and/or Shera from the 1980s then you will definitely appreciate this holiday tale, courtesy of fourfour<br />*another link* <a href="http://www.mypartypost.com/watchvideo/1033/Best_Christmas_Lights_Display_Ever">Best Christmas Lights Display Ever</a>: just because I absolutely love watching this video. It must have taken SO much work just to film it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1165799167985624182006-12-10T20:08:00.000-05:002006-12-10T20:11:54.336-05:00I can't stop thinking about you, you asshole. You will not leave my brain alone. You and your family are constantly on my mind. It doesn't help that I am going to mail something back to your mother in return for the card she sent me. I hate that I can't think of anything else besides you. I am getting very very sick of writing about you but you've taken over anything I ever had resembling a creative outlet. I hate thinking about you, I hate feeling things for you, I hate missing you, and I really hate writing about you. This place should not be housing any more words about you. I am sick of words about you. Please, leave my brain alone. Just leave me alone. I am sick of this.<br /><br />If I didn't write, would I end up exploding? It's not that I can't function, because I can. It's not that I can't think of anything other than you, because I can. It's just that you end up being the one thought that surfaces most often and I am exhausted trying to hold it back. I don't want to think about anything anymore. I'm tired and it hurts. I wish I could hate you. It's easier to hate me for giving in all the time. I bought December's issue of <a href="http://www.maximonline.com/">Maxim</a> because Angelina is on the cover. I spent 5.99$ + tax for three measly pages and old pictures of her. If I had still been with you, I could have stolen your copy. Even the obsession with my darling has your taint on it. I am sick and tired of thinking of you. Go away.<br /><br /><center>Joan Jett, one of the sexiest female rockstars around!<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3h6v2t2QPw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3h6v2t2QPw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><u>I Hate Myself For Loving You</u> - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts</b><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(Joan Jett/Desmond Child)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Midnight gettin' uptight, where are you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You said you'd meet me now it's quarter to two</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Hey Jack, it's a fact they're talkin' in town</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I turn my back and you're messin' around</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I'm not really jealous, don't like lookin' like a clown</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I think of you every night and day</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You took my heart then you took my pride away...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >[chorus]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I hate myself for loving you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Can't break free from the the things that you do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I wanna walk but I run back to you </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >That's why I hate myself for loving you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Daylight spent the night without you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >But I've been dreamin' 'bout the lovin' you do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I won't be as angry 'bout the hell you put me through</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Hey man, betcha can treat me right</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You just don't know what you was missin' last night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I wanna see you beggin', say "forget it" just for spite</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I think of you every night and day</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You took my heart then you took my pride away...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >©2001 Blackheart Records</span></center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.porkolt.com/music/star+wars/boba+fett/rap/song/boba-fetts-rap-song-559.html#">Boba Fett's Rap Song</a>: of all the characters, why is Boba Fett chosen as the one to rap? Pfff who cares? He's great. Even MC Chris of "Fett's Vette" fame knows it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1164664457881589792006-12-06T18:36:00.000-05:002007-01-03T07:27:58.300-05:00There was a weird quarter in my wallet yesterday. I was digging through my change to find the right amount for parking (3$) and I pulled out a 1982 quarter that looked a little warped. The side of the quarter with the caribou on it looked mis-shapen so I flipped the coin over to see writing neatly pressed into the Queen's head. Whoever had done it must have made some sort of heated press since the lettering is done very neatly and evenly. Who would take the time to make their own mini-press for metal? The writing on the quarter says "you virgin". I don't understand the point of damaging a coin nor of what is pressed into the coin, but I find it very interesting.<br /><center><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/Quarter1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/th_Quarter1.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/Quarter2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/th_Quarter2.jpg"></a><br /></center><br />I'm still feeling rather down about everything. Mostly, I'm doing fine but there are those moments where I just can't help crying and letting myself be sad. There are more of those moments than I'd like there to be, but at least they aren't an all day every day type of thing. It helps that in a few very short days, it has officially become winter here. It's been snowing on and off for three days now. Doesn't help that I called home to ask what the weather was like only to hear that it has yet to snow enough to stick. Looks like I'm finally going to have to start wearing my winter coat. <br /><center><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/School/Dec6th2006a.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/School/th_Dec6th2006a.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/School/Dec6th2006b.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/School/th_Dec6th2006b.jpg"></a><br /></center><br />On a completely separate note, my darling Shay is hosting a contest to find the best "<a href="http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-for-xmas-cocks-and-cunts.html">S Spot Xmas Cock/Cunt</a>" and she is looking for some holiday submissions (which I get to help judge). So if you've got a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you and are rather imaginative, then please do send her a picture of your privates decked out in their holiday best. Extra points for creativity and a winter/holiday theme is a must. I encourage all those brave souls to get out there and try to win that prize. If enough people enter the contest then Shay just might make the prize a little bit bigger as encouragement. Monday evening, <a href="http://www.robont.net/archives/2006/12/robont_radio_th_9.html">I called</a> into the <a href="http://www.robontradio.com/">RobOnt Radio</a> show to wish Rob a happy birthday. It was pretty fun to finally get to talk to them. Perhaps those of you who visited through the RobOnt website would be willing to send in some pictures instead of just looking at them? Us judges don't care about the size, shape or condition of your bits just as long as they express some original wintery cheer. Here's looking forward to seeing some submissions in the near future!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">[update]</span> Chris just checked the mail and it seems that the Pod's mother has sent me a Christmas card. The card has bunnies on it! And, most importantly, note that she signed it from every member of her immediate family (dog, cats, and hamster included) <span style="font-style:italic;">EXCEPT</span> for the Pod. I feel so loved! <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Internet/smileylove.gif"><br /><center><br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/MrsHcard1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_MrsHcard1.jpg"></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/MrsHcard3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_MrsHcard3.jpg"></a><br /></center><br /><center><a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"><br /><br /> <img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/armchair.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /> </a><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5pWwN5QXYw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5pWwN5QXYw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><u style="font-family: courier new;"><b></b></u><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><u><b>Down So Long</u> - Jewel</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Sun sets 'cross the ocean</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I'm a thousand miles from anywhere</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">My pocketbook and my heart both just got stolen</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">And the sun acts like she don't even care</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The wind blows cold when you reach for the top</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">It feels like someone's face is stuck to the bottom of my shoe</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I got a plastic Jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Got everybody but you telling me what to do</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-style:italic;">[chorus]</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight:bold;">But I've been down so long</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Oh, it can't be longer still</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight:bold;">I've been down so long</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight:bold;">That the end must be drawing near</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I look to everybody but me to answer my prayers</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">'Til I saw an angel in a bathroom </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Who said she saw no one worth saving anywhere</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">And a blind man on the corner said </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">It's simple, like flipping a coin</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Don't matter what side it lands on if it's someone else's dime</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-style:italic;">[chorus]</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I take a trip, I catch a train, I catch a plane</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I got a ticket in my hand</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">And then a man takes my money</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">And like cattle we all stand</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">But we've been down so long</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Ooh, it can't be longer still</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">We've been down so long</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The end must be...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I know the end must be...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Oh, I know the end must be drawing near</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Oh the end...</span><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span></center><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,20548077-13762,00.html">Lightning Exits Woman's Bottom</a>: so I guess it really is possible to fart lightning!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1164664226803272402006-12-01T17:15:00.000-05:002006-12-04T17:17:36.750-05:00Remember when you would humour me so? Pushing your <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/School/magenta.jpg">buttons</a> was such a major source of fun for me. Almost all of it was a constant test to see how much you could take. You were the only one who would answer back whenever I'd say "merp" in order to get your attention. Remember how you'd laugh at the way I'd snatch my hand back when you'd try to hold it in public. And yet you never once mentioned the fact that I was a hypocrite if I so decided that it was momentarily acceptable. You never once walked away whenever I gave <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/Tipp.jpg">stuffed animals</a> voices and personalities, each one a little different. You answered them back and would give them belly rubs if they so asked. You even went very out of your way on a mission to get me <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Cottage/Cottage2.jpg">this</a> and to take me to a concert of <a href="http://www.greenday.com/">my favourite band</a>, whom you didn't even particularily like.<br /><br />Do you remember the very first time you came to visit me and you hunted through <span style="font-style: italic;">three stores</span> before you were able to find <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/BlueRose.jpg">this</a> simply because I told you it was one of the only types I would accept. Why give a gift that dies in a week? My mom thought it was the sweetest thing. I dried it and gave it to a friend instead. Remember how I was so eager to shower <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Scooter1.jpg">her</a> with gifts since buying for a girl is much easier than buying for a guy. Do you recall how I had to keep <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/HamsterWithTail.jpg">one thing</a> for myself and how amusing you found it.<br /><br />Does <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Zoo/NearTheEquator.jpg">this day</a> stand out in your memory? You told me you hadn't been there in years. That moose certainly must have gotten a show. I still couldn't believe you invited me <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Cottage/Cottage25.jpg">here</a> and that me going actually turned out to be very fun. Though I didn't sleep well and had to be awake well before seeing <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Cottage/Cottage26.jpg">this</a> each day (learn how to shut off your own damn alarm), I had a blast. Even when you tried to be suicidal by making an effort to be friends with <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Cottage/Turtle3.jpg">him</a>. That may not have succeeded but I did end up winning <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Occasions/RainbowCake2.jpg">her</a> over, much to my relief.<br /><br />Do you remember how you dragged me to places like <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Fishie%20Store/FishieStore1.jpg">this</a> and laughed when I told you how appalled I was at the decor. You took me to meet your friends and I got the chance to out-nerd myself by having that extended conversation with <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Halloween%202005/Halloween1.jpg">him</a> about a galaxy far far away. I grumbled this entire <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Wedding%20Weekend/Aug6_27.jpg">weekend</a> while surrounded by rednecks. The only reason I had fun was because you were there, even though you made me slow dance. Now everytime I hear <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_b8HcymNz5o">that still overplayed song</a>, I think of our first and only dance.<br /><br />At least I still have the memory of me being able to convince you to accompany me <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Sex%20Show/SexShow3.jpg">somewhere</a> you didn't really want to go. It reminded me of why I don't like to shop when I'm with boys. Maybe if you had been able to find an area that sold things like <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Vroom/Nov172005_4.jpg">her</a> you would have had more fun there. I'm not sure if I regret never getting on her or not. At least you were almost as excited about <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Puppies/Puppies21.jpg">them</a> as I was.<br /><br />Do you remember how you'd phone me at 3:00am because you didn't think I'd be able to get home after spending a night with something similar to <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Feb21st2006/VideoGameNight4.jpg">this</a>. You were worried and just didn't want to admit it. I'm sure worrying was the last thing on your mind the day I got <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/LaSenzaNoAngel_set.jpg">this</a> just to impress you. Plus the many fun times with things like <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/legs_wm.jpg">these</a>. You were also the first one to ever buy me this type of <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/PinkGreen1_wm.jpg">thing</a>. I still don't know exactly what you were thinking when you opened your birthday present to find <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/Xbox360a.jpg">her</a> in there. I think I was more excited than you were. Same with every new strip featuring <a href="http://www.twolumps.net">them</a>. We definitely should have spent more time doing a little of <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/JenXbox360.jpg">this</a> and a lot more of <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/JeN9.jpg">that</a>.<br /><br />Remember how we shared the irritation of the Debbosh and how you didn't quite see the so-called Holy Son in <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Random/JesusRiceCooker1_wm.jpg">here</a>. Recall my obsession with <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/School/374330605.jpg">her</a> and how you were kind enough to go hunting for and pick me up that copy of "W" and then had to carry it around with you all evening, causing you to lose masculinity points but gain major boyfriend points. I do wonder what your honest opinion was of <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Friends/AndiLaurenLeya.jpg">them</a> because they sure let me know how they feel about you.<br /><br />You must recall the sheer silliness of the way we first exchanged those three little words. I still stand by the fact that I won the bet. Or a memory from even earlier on from that very first video game-filled night where, standing in your kitchen and wrapped in your arms, I adamantly denied that I may possibly like you. If neither of those ring a bell, then <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Hasenpfeffer/Hasenpfeffer4.jpg">Christmas</a> should trigger <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span>, like you being profoundly glad I own men's clothing after the unfortunate animal urine incident.<br /><br />Do you remember the hundreds of other fun times we had. You making fun of me for hating scary movies, fooling around after my parents went to bed, the trips you'd take just to see me, making me feel like a princess (even though someone a little fluffier had the title first).<br /><br />Remember the day you fucking turned into someone else who didn't want me around and had no fucking explanation for why! If you don't remember, I sure as hell do. A thousand recollections and more torn apart, butchered and thrown away to rot. Did all those other memories mean <i>nothing</i> to you? Did I mean nothing to you? Am I just yesterday's news? I guess so. <b>Asshole...</b><br /><br /><center>**now here's a song I've been playing over and over. it rings true in so many ways. I'm glad I'll be leaving this city. I won't have to ever feel this way again around here. I'll be leaving his ghost behing as well. This song is amazing. Since the video footage of it is live, I've uploaded the mp3 file <a href="http://media.putfile.com/Dresden-Dolls---the-Jeep-Song">HERE</a>. you should definitely give it a listen, especially if you've ever had your heart hurt by someone else before.**<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EPTX-nYqmg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EPTX-nYqmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><u>The Jeep Song</u> - the Dresden Dolls</b><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >©2002 Amanda Palmer</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >I've been driving around town</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >With my head spinning around</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Everywhere I look I see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Your '96 jeep cherokee</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >You're a bully and a clown</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >You made me cry and put me down</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >After all that I've been through</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >You'd think I'd hate the sight of you</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >But with every jeep I see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >My broken heart still skips a beat</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >I guess its just my stupid luck</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >That all of Boston drives the same black fucking truck</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >It could be him or am I tripping</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >And I'm crashing into everything</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >And thinking about skipping town a while</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Until these cars go out of style</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >I try to see it in reverse</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >It makes the situation hundreds of times worse</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >When I wonder if it makes you want to cry</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >So don't tell me if you're off to see the world</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >I know you wont get very far</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Don't tell me if you get another girl baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Just tell me if you get another car</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >The number of them is insane</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Every exit's an exboyfriend memory lane</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >Every major street's a minor heart attack</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >It could be him or am I tripping</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >And I'm crashing into everything</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >I can't wait til you trade the damn thing in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >By then they will have put me in the looney bin</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >It could be him my heart is pounding</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >It's just no use I'm surrounded</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >But someday I'll steal your car and switch the gears</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" >And drive that Cherokee straight off this trail of tears</span></center><br /><br /><u>songs from the Break-Up List so far</u><br /><ul><li>Shakira - Illegal</li><li>Jann Arden - Insensitive</li><li>Pink - Who Knew</li><li>Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending</li><li>Goldfinger - Counting the Days</li><li>No Doubt - Ex-Girlfriend</li><li>Patti Smyth - Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough</li><li>Poe - Angry Johnny</li><li>Roxette - It Must Have Been Love</li><li>Janis Joplin - Piece of my Heart</li><li>Jakalope - Go Away</li><li>the Dresden Dolls - the Jeep Song<br /></li></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.tryingtogetoveryouasshole.blogspot.com/">You Left Me After Ten Years, Now I'm Trying To Get Over You, Asshole (a break up tale)</a>: "I'm navel gazing, I'm on the break up diet, I am woman, hear me roar then whimper. On September 27th, you left like we were in some f'ing Telemundo soap, you drama queen. You told me you're not in love with me after 10 years. Well, I'm smoking again but still have my sobriety and Zoloft. I'm rearranging the furniture, I'm weeping on the subway, I'm doing this for anyone else who's gotten the shaft. I'm just what this world needs: five kinds of crazy, heartbroken and writin' a blog." And just the kind of woman I need right now!<br /><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Internet/emotigirlyes.gif" /></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1164616081720345942006-11-27T03:22:00.000-05:002006-11-27T18:14:39.686-05:00I still suffer from bouts of sadness where tears sting my eyes and cloud my vision. If only each droplet that falls was able to dull my memories of you. At any given moment something will happen that will trigger another thought of you and I feel pain once more. Each day that passes, I'd like to think it lessens a little, until I hear some song on the radio or think back on the past year and, once more, you flood my brain. Things happen every day and I think of who I could share them with and it's always you you you.<br /><br />This weekend I went to see "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443453/">Borat</a>" and one of the previews showing was for a movie called "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416449/">300</a>". At first I thought it was an advertisement for a video game and I perked up. The movie looks amazing and I am thinking about taking a look around for the graphic novel it is based upon. It is the type of movie that I would want to see with you. I see bits and pieces online about the upcoming "Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix" film and I think about how I was supposed to force you to read them and how you told me you've only ever seen the other HP movies with girlfriends. Each movie with a different girl. I got movie #4. I wonder who you'll see this next one with...<br /><br />You'd think I'd be okay by now. I want to be okay by now. You are not good enough for any more of my tears so why will so many more of them fall from the thought of you? Each salt-laden droplet was once replaced by a scar. Those red lines have long healed over and have left strips of darkness along my skin. So many tears, so many marks. If you are not good enough for my tears how can you be good enough for my blood? It stirs everytime I realize that you are the first person I want to tell about my day. Always you, every time. Maybe next time will be the one where I'm fine. So many things we shared that now have your taint on them. The sheets on my bed right now are the only ones you had never fucked me on and thank goodness you never will.<br /><br />Every single day I play with Pfeffer and every single time I remember the day you brought him to me. My beloved baby was because of you. One whole year and five months were spent with you. You you you. I must have shed at least 1000 tears for every single day spent with you. I must have at least half as many scars on my soul and my skin because of you.<br /><br />I want to say that I'm through, that I'm done. It's oh-so very comforting to know that I now get to mark the anniversary of that day with every period I get. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/Internet/smileyannoyed.gif"> Lucky for me. I could be dwelling and forcing myself to relive this pain over and over. I don't think I am for it has not consumed me. I can still function and I still <span style="font-style:italic;">want</span> to function. One day, hopefully one day soon, the tears I shed will no longer belong to you. Eventually I will be completely free. Slowly I am feeling better. It's been said that it takes half the amount of time spent in the relationship to completely get over that person. Let me hope that this won't take quite that long. One day I will be fine; I always am.<br /><center><b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~*CANADIAN MUSIC*~</b><br />no embeddable version of this video can be found so click <a href="http://axs.muchmusic.com/ifr_main.jsp?nsid=a62bb1020:10f27f524bd:67f0&rf=fr_std&fr_story=3b79599324bedab505252aa209332abb4741babc&st=1164613595953&mp=FLV&cpf=false&fvn=8&fr=112706_024415_62bb1020x10f27f524bdx67f1&rdm=701045.4688598915">HERE</a> to see it<br /><br /><u style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><b>Go Away</b></u><b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> - Jakalope</b><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">[chorus]</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Why do we cry</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">When there's no more goodbyes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Don't wanna get left behind</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Don't wanna be the voice inside</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">It's suicide to think of you<br />But I still like the pain</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">The consequence of losing to you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">But I still play the games</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">But I can see what you do to me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Standing over me, tall</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">And foolishly I act small</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I can't explain how you've got me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Can't explain how you've trapped me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">So I take what I can get</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Whatever you give me will be the company</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I keep when I run run run run from defeat</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Oh oh, I wonder</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I've sacrificed my own life</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Just to see you satisfied</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I gave it all up for one more lie</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">'Til I saw your other side</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I can't believe what you do to me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">All alone in the crowd</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">And you can't go back now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Oh I can see this is done</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">You're irresistibly wrong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">So I take what I can get</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Whatever you give me will be the company I keep</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">When I run run run run from defeat</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Oh oh, I wonder, oh oh I wonder</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">[chorus]</span></center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.nothingtoxic.com/media/1161100949/Rabbit_Chasing_Gone_Very_Wrong">Rabbit Chasing Gone Very Wrong</a>: "Squaring a circle and catching a rabbit with your bare hands are the only two things in the world that are impossible. This moron attempts the second and gets what he deserves."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1163488579425217672006-11-24T05:14:00.000-05:002006-11-24T05:21:21.526-05:00<u>JeN's review of Super Gerball from Binary Sun</u><br /><br />Super Gerball is oddly addicting. I just downloaded the trial version from Binary Sun, off of <a href="http://www.binarymoon.co.uk/">Binary Moon</a> and it's one of the cutest games I've played in a long time. Reminds me of some of the games from <a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/">Orisinal</a> combined with the idea of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Monkey_Ball">Super Monkey Ball</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuru_Kuru_Kururin">Kuru Kuru Kururin</a>. The graphics from Super Gerball ran very smoothly on my five-year old computer and everything was displayed well with no glitches or bugs that I could see. The colours are bright and attractive without being annoying. Gerry the gerbil in the ball is absolutely adorable! The scenery in the background is great. The different areas for Gerry to run around in, like a field or a kitchen, are as interesting to the eye as guiding the ball through the mazes. The background music is easy to bob your head to but not so intrusive as to interrupt your concentration of the game. The one downfall was that it just seems to be the same short clip repeated over and over until you decide to block it out (or turn off your speakers, which I did end up doing). The "get ready, go!" sound effect really started to irritate me after a while, but the gerbil's scream of death whenever he fell was priceless.<br /><br />At first, my spatial orientation was a little thrown off since the game does involve tilting a platform to make Gerry's ball roll. I found myself beginning to tilt my body a bit too. It was a little difficult to play using a mouse and I didn't even want to try with the clumsiness of a keyboard. Once I got the hang of how to work with the mouse sensitvity after much practice, the game became more addicting. The easy levels were <em>very</em> easy, though I will admit I did die on the second one. I think that kids would be interested in playing this game since many of the turns are rounded with "walls" so that the gerbil is unable to fall off each time, while adults will definitely be challenged by the higher diffculty settings. The higher up the diffculty, the more interesting the game became with sharp corners, rotating platforms and the threat of Gerry falling to his doom at any moment. Much of the time I felt the need to finish with a large handful of seconds left on the clock instead of bothering to find all the crystals in the level.<br /><br />I would have enjoyed more of a little celebratory dance by Gerry at the end of each completed level instead of just him raising his arm in the air. I would have also enjoyed an unlockable password at the end of each level as a reward for completing it instead of making it through a couple levels, dying, and then having to start all over again instead of on the last level you were at. I also didn't like how the ball was so brightly coloured that from far away it was kind hard to tell that there was an actual character inside it. Sometimes if you didn't get up the exact amount of speed, the ball wouldn't roll enough to get over a tiny gap in the road and would stick.<br /><br />All in all, as a student who is particularily fond of procrastination, this game is an excellent way to make the time fly by. I found myself muttering under my breath every time I failed to complete a level and not noticing the minutes ticking by as I tried "one last time, I swear". I wish the level editor was available in the trial version. I really enjoy making up my own levels even though half the time I make them too difficult for anyone but a pro to get through. If you're looking for a fun and challenging game to play on your computer then you should definitely check out the trial version of Super Gerball. If you wanted the full version, you will have to pay to get it sent to you but, who knows, you may become so addicted to Gerry that you just have to have it!<br /><center><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7JVxE2SYxo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7JVxE2SYxo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><u style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><b>Piece Of My Heart</b></u><b style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> - Janis Joplin</b><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >(Come on…)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man, well yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >And didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Honey, you know I did</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Take another little piece of my heart now, baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Have a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Hey! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >You know you got it if it makes you feel good</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Oh yes indeed</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >You're out on the streets looking good, and baby,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Never never never never never never never hear me when I cry at night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Baby, I cry all the time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >And each time I tell myself that I, well, I can't stand the pain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah take it!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Take another little piece of my heart now, baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Well, You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Take another little piece of my heart now, baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break another little bit of my heart, darling, yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Have a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Have another little piece of my heart now, baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >You know you got it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Take a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Take another little piece of my heart now, baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Break another little bit of my heart, and darling, yeah yeah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Have a...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good</span><br /></center><br /><em>*link of the day*</em> <a href="http://www.binarysun.co.uk/free-games/super-gerball/">Super Gerball</a>: free video games from Binary Sun. There are other fun games available too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1163998323244564272006-11-22T02:08:00.000-05:002006-11-22T09:34:51.676-05:00JeN's final e-mail to the Pod Person in response to his reply to the one she had previously sent him whilst intoxicated.<br /><blockquote>Hi.<br /><br />Well... that e-mail was embarrassing. I guess I should dignify it with a sober response. I didn't realize I had written that much. My memory was hazy. However, I am rather mortified. The most I can say now is that, yes, you should be sorry. There's really only one thing you could say that would make me feel better (which isn't necessarily what you may be thinking) but I'm quite sure that isn't ever going to happen. Tell anyone you want that I wrote you while intoxicated. I don't really care. There's actually a lot of things I've stopped caring about.<br /><br />No, I could not have come across the street to [the bar you work at] and yelled at you. It would have made me look and feel stupid. It would also not have made me feel any better. I have no idea what you meant when you wrote that I am the only one you'd let punch you. I'd like to punch you but that wouldn't do anything. A physical bruise would fade quickly. If I were going to hurt you, I'd have to cut you a little deeper. Maybe then you'd have an idea of how I feel. As much as I cringed while going over what I had written to you, alcohol does still bring out honesty since what I wrote was all true; I just didn't necessarily want you to know it. So, yes, I miss you. A lot. Take whatever satisfaction in that you want to. I'm just glad that I'll be leaving this city in April.<br /><br />I really do feel like I was a big waste of your time. I had no expectations, no plans for the future, and no romanticized ideas. I wasn't aware that you did. Should I have had some sort of relationship talk from the beginning? Would that have been able to prevent things ending the way they did? Was I supposed to establish what page I was on? Did my assumption that things were going well heighten my hopes for a continuing relationship? Was it something I did or said that made it all go downhill? There are so many questions I've been asking myself that I will never have answers for. You really hurt me and you make feel feel like I am worthless. Whether or not that was your intention, unconscious or not, that is what happened. I thought I was beginning to figure out who you were. Surprise.<br /><br />I wish I had invested less emotion into the relationship. I wish I hadn't fallen so hard for you. If I could do it all over again, I'm not sure I would. Yes, I had a lot of fun and I very much love my Pfeffer but, is that all worth how I feel now? I honestly don't know. It's very difficult to find yourself again when you feel like you didn't mean anything to someone. Everything reminds me of you. Things I see on the street, things I hear on the radio, things people say to me, things I think. I want so badly to hate you but I can't.<br /><br />Don't think that I'm not going to get over this. I will. You're most likely well on your way. You'll probably find someone new within the next few months. Isn't that how it always goes with you anyway? I hate that I miss you. After all this, she had better be "the One".</blockquote><br /><center><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZD53jAsrFG8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZD53jAsrFG8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><u>It Must Have Been Love</u> - Roxette</b><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Lay a whisper on my pillow</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Leave the winter on the ground</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I wake up lonely</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Is there a silence</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">In the bedroom and all around</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Touch me now, I close my eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And dream away...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been good, but I lost it somehow</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">From the moment we touched till the time had run out</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Make believing we're together</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">That I'm sheltered by your heart</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But in and outside I turn to water</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Like a teardrop in your palm</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And it's a hard winter's day</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I dream away...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been good, but I lost it somehow</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">From the moment we touched till the time had run out</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It must have been love, but it's over now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows</span></center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2006/03/31/ebay_box_sale/">Man Sells Wife's Box on Ebay</a>: some people are so witty... yeah. Needless to day, this was obviously taken off the website.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1163747387808311772006-11-17T02:04:00.000-05:002006-11-27T01:53:15.716-05:00<i>JeN's review of the movie "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367027/">Shortbus</a>".</i><br /><br />I've never seen director John Cameron Mitchell's first directed film, "Hedwig & the Angry Inch", but I am definitely thinking about watching it now. Independent films have never been my favourite genre. Often, I find that their audiences attract the type of snooty 'holier than thou' crowd I prefer to steer clear from. I decided to see this film after one of my good friends messaged me to tell me how amazing it was. I checked to see if it would be screening anywhere around here and, behold, it was playing for <span style="font-style: italic;">one week only</span> so I had to go check it out.<br /><br />As if this isn't obvious enough: I thought the movie was pretty damn good. It begins with an extreme close-up of the texture of the Statue of Liberty followed by this arty miniature version of New York and I wasn't sure if it was an actual sculpture or done by CG. Either way, it was impressive. Spaces between some scenes of the movie were interspersed by a bird's eye view of the camera going from one point of action to another through the mini-NY.<br /><br />If visual art bores you, the next few minutes are bound to catch your attention. A man intimately filming himself in the bathtub followed by an attempt at auto-fellatio, a heterosexual couple trying to win the award for most positions performed during a single sex session, and a Dominatrix taking her irritation out on an annoying client. The movie may feature actors but this is real sex. Those thinking that the movie may be porn are far from correct. This movie does contains sex but it does not revolve around it; instead the film works the physical act of penetration into the plotline so well that it meshes seamlessly with everything else. Mitchell uses plenty of close-ups, which catch his characters in their natural and therefore their most beautiful state. There's no airbrushing involved in this movie.<br /><br />Couples therapist, Sofia, upon taking on her new clients, Jamie & James, who want to explore an open relationship, admits that she has self-diagnosed herself as "pre-orgasmic" which she explains means she's never had an orgasm. It appears to be taking a toll on her, both in her job and in her marriage. James, after being with Jamie for five years, is hellbent on the possibility of another lover since he is guarding a deep secret from his current one. Severin, both a Dominatrix and a photographer, is suffering because the only time she is able to allow herself to show emotion with someone is when she takes her anger out on a client. In an attempt to help Sofia, "the Jamies" invite her to a Shortbus party. In many schools, the smaller schoolbus, known as the shortbus, is the one ridden by students who are abnormal in some way, whether they are mentally handicapped, physically handicapped, or are gifted. A shortbus party celebrates differences and is a way to indulge one's senses to the utmost. The party hosts rooms for the eyes, showcasing independently made films, the skin, featuring a room for those interested in an orgy, the ears, with a band performing original music, and the mind, with quiet rooms containing people who just want to talk.<br /><br />"New York is where everyone comes to get fucked," said the film's ex-mayor of the city. It is up to the audience to decide exactly what he intended when he said that. I took Mitchell's film to blur the line between human beings' need to be intimate emotionally and the need to be intimate physically. Do we talk in order to get sex or do we have sex in order to talk? Are we our most vulnerable in the bedroom or is it when we open our emotions? Another issue brought up, I think, by real-life party host, Justin Bond, was another push at the boundaries between the physical and the emotional. Is it harder to have your body be fucked or to have your mind be fucked?<br /><br />Each of the main characters is looking for the one thing lacking in their lives, be it something physical or something emotional. Through intense challenges of their selves, they begin to take steps toward achieving their goals. Though I wouldn't call this film a comedy, it does have its funny moments, like when the gay threesome lightens the mood by singing "The Star-Spangled Banner" during sex. I found it strangely amusing that so many states used to (some still do?) find sodomy to be illegal and yet, here these men are, law-breakers in many states, singing the American national anthem which is supposed to celebrate the country.<br /><br />Though a little farfetched at times, I found the movie to be strangely real. The lines didn't feel scripted and, even though I recognized three of the actors (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sook-Yin_Lee">Sook-Yin Lee</a>, <a href="http://www.bitchmusic.com">Bitch</a>, <a href="http://danielasea.com/">Daniela Sea</a>), I felt that the characters could actually be real people. I'm not entirely sure how all of the characters turned out in the end. The movie wasn't completely clear on that.<br /><br />"Shortbus" is a refreshing way to penetrate human beings, both emotionally and physically. According to one of the film's characters, there is a motherboard connecting us all and we've just got to find the right circutry to make sparks fly. I would recommend this movie to anyone who considers themselves to be open-minded and who is in the mood to see something a little different. It's not action-packed, it's not romance-filled and it's not rolling on the floor funny. It's just different. The "I'm Canadian" excuse for not understanding Americans was used twice! Let's all hop on the shortbus and open ourselves and our differences up to a bit of penetration. With a little poking, we might all learn something new.<br /><br />I went to see "<a href="http://www.shortbusthemovie.com/">Shortbus</a>" with Shay, who gave her two cents <a href="http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com/2006/11/shortbus.html">HERE</a>.<br /><center><br />some mean person took the Angry Johnny video off YouTube. now I'm stuck with this...<br /><style>.cink{font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:a9a9a9;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;}</style><div id='lyrics' style='width:320;text-align:center;background-color:3E2E0F;font:normal 10px tahoma;color:a9a9a9;'><a href='http://www.videocure.us/videos/2/p/661757eac8ac4167c51ffbd59a148235.html' target='_blank' class='cink'>Angry Johnny Video</a> - <a href='http://www.elyrics.net/song/p/pOE-lyrics.html' target='_blank' class='cink'>POE <em>lyrics</em></a></div><EMBED name='MediaPlayer' type='application/x-mplayer2' autostart='0' loop='true' style='filter:invert' displaysize='4' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/' ShowTracker='1' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' width='320' height='280' EnableContextMenu='0' src='http://www.wiredseek.com/videos/2/p/661757eac8ac4167c51ffbd59a148235.asx'></EMBED><div id='vidcure' style='width:320;text-align:center;background-color:3E2E0F'><a href='http://www.videocure.us/videos/1/p/f63072e39a710af27f291760a1bdb332.html' target='_blank' class='cink'>POE Music Video Codes</a></div><div id='vidcure1' style='width:320;text-align:center;'><font style='font-size:13px;font-family:Tahoma;'><a href='http://www.videocure.us' target='_blank'>Music Video Codes</a> by VideoCure</font></div><br /><br /><center><u style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b>Angry Johnny</b></u><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" > - Poe</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Johnny, Angry Johnny</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >This is Jezebel in Hell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I wanna kill you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I wanna blow you...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it you gently</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with an animal's grace</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with precision</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with gourmet taste</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >[chorus]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >But either way</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Either (way), either way</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I wanna kill you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I wanna blow you...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it to your mind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it to your face</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with integrity</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with disgrace</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Johnny, Angry Johnny</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >This is Jezebel in Hell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Johnny, Angry Johnny</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >This is Jezebel in Hell</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it in a church</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it any time or place</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it like an angel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >To quiet down your rage</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it in the water</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do on dry land</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with instruments</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I can do it with my own bare hands</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >But either way</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Either way, you know where it stands</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I wanna kill you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I wanna blow you...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Johnny, Angry Johnny</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >This is Jezebel in Hell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Johnny, oh my Johnny</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Where did your pleasure go</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >When the pain came through you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Where did your happiness go</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >This force is running you around now</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Getting you down now</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Where is your pleasure now Johnny</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Where has your pleasure gone now</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Johnny, Angry Johnny...</span></center></center><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://blackbunnies.blogspot.com/2005/11/interview-with-rabbit-or-two.html">Interview With a Rabbit or Two</a>: maybe you have to be the slave to an urban rabbit to find this amusing but I was giggling my head off while reading this. So much of it reminds me of Pfeffer!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1163452508850922672006-11-13T16:09:00.000-05:002006-11-13T18:03:56.476-05:00I am an extra wheel on occasion. Or at least, that's how I felt Saturday night. Devon's friend called to say that she had rented "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0425210/">Lucky Number Slevin</a>" and she wanted to know if we wanted to watch it. Since she's currently living in residence, Devon invited her over here. While watching the movie, on my left were Devon & Chris, and on my right were Andrea & Matt. <span style="font-style:italic;">Cuddling.</span> It was awkward to say the least. I had wanted to see the movie so I stayed throughout the whole thing and then politely disengaged myself once it was over. <br /><br />Is the world rigged to make single people... (for lack of a better term) singled out? I'd like to say yes. There is always the question hanging over your head that other people may silently ask: why aren't you with anyone? Events are designed for couples. Dinner parties composed of married people, formal occasions where one is expected to bring a date known as a +1, trips to the theatre where there's someone to share your food with. Never is it overtly explained that a date should be brought. It's all in the underlying expectations that we become so acutely aware of it is difficult to ignore the pressure. How many single people will honestly admit to never ever feeling the pressure of their singleness? <br /><br />Funny how, when I am a part of a couple, I pick apart the relationship and now that I am no longer a part of a couple, I pick apart my lack of relationship. So it seems I am never satisfied. When I go home for winter break at the end of December, I have the feeling that the "extra wheel" issue will be coming back. <br /><br />I hope she reads this for it will save me from an intervention when things get worse. I have a friend who, upon accumulating a boyfriend, has disappeared from everyone's lives save for his. She is a different person now. Things she once stood against she now stands for. She has hinged every aspect of her well-being on him to the point where he is beginning to have control over her life. The things she tells me about him (his anger problems, his lack of highschool education, his values, etc) make me wonder why on earth she is with him. From what she tells me, he is <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> a good person. Yes, all I know about him is what she tells me, but I am able to make my own judgement based on what she says. For example, she told me that if for some reason he ever felt that I was provoking him, he would end up physically hurting me, and that she wouldn't be surprised if he ended up in jail in the future. From what I can tell, he is going to bring her down and since she has based her self-worth on what he thinks, she is going to end up staying with him and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. The few times I have met him he has been cold and distant. The only times he talks to me are when he is insulting something I enjoy doing. <br /><br />She ignores all that is going on around her in favour of being in his little bubble. She blames it on the fact that all her friends have packed up and moved away to school. Funny how, when she was single, that didn't stop her from talking to said friends online or over the phone. In fact, one friend is still in town and one other friend is still within local calling range. I've heard from her a grand total of five times since I've moved back to school over two months ago. Four out of those five were initiated by me and either a text message via cell phone or an e-mail. She always has her cell phone on her and checks it constantly so when it got to the point where she wouldn't reply for days and days, I got fed up. I'm not going to contact her anymore. If she misses me, she can get in touch with me. <br /><br />I miss her. The one time we've talked on the phone since I've been at school was tense, full of uncomfortable silences. She and I never had moments like those before he came along. She's different now and has always been easily influenced by others. Meeting anyone new is bound to change a person but this change has not been for the better. Our friendship is strained because I feel like she is replacing everyone in her life with him. I care for her so much and I am glad that she is happy which is why it's difficult to figure out if I have the right to say anything to her about this. My friend's happiness is ruining my happiness and is therefore ruining our friendship so do I have the right to intrude on her relationship? I'm quite sure that anything I said regarding him wouldn't mean that she would break up with him. I just want her to re-evaluate why she is with him. She was single for a very long time before him so if she thinks she has to cling to him now because she won't find anyone else, she's very wrong. I don't want my friend to wind up with some degenerate scumbag who is too lazy to get his GED and who influences her toward things she never would have done before. Or am I just sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong?<br /><br />Now for another track from JeN's break-up songs list...<br /><center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOWCzFtXigo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOWCzFtXigo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><u>Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough</u> - Patti Smyth feat. Don Henley</b><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Now, I don't want to lose you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But I don't want to use you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Just to have somebody by my side</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And I don't want to hate you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I don't want to take you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But I don't want to be the one to cry</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And that don't really matter</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">To anyone anymore</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But like a fool I keep losing my place</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And I keep seeing you walk through that door</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">[chorus]</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But there's a danger in loving somebody too much</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There's a reason why people don't stay where they are</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Now, I could never change you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I don't want to blame you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Baby, you don't have to take the fall</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Yes, I may have hurt you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But I did not desert you</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Maybe I just want to have it all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It makes a sound like thunder</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">It makes me feel like rain.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And like a fool who will never see the truth<br />I keep thinking something's gonna change</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And there's no way home</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">When it's late at night and you're all alone</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Are there things that you wanted to say?</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And do you feel me beside you in your bed</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There beside you where I used to lay?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">And it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There's a reason why people don't stay who they are</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough</span><br /></center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVOFmu2ZIqI">the Smiley Face Intervention</a>: are you guilty of using too many emoticons and chat speak terms, such as "lol" when you are having a conversation over instant messenger? if so, this video is for you. don't be afraid to admit it! <br />It also helps that one of my biggest pet peeves of the moment is people who type "lol" in an online conversation and leave it at that. That is NOT conversation! How do you expect the person to reply? Sometimes in response, I will type "did you really?" and the lol-er very rarely understands what I am talking about, which just goes to show that, when writing chat speak, people very rarely pay attention to what they just typed it. I asked if you really laughed out loud, dammit! Why did you type it if you didn't actually do it? Why can't you just type the same way you'd speak? Is it really that difficult to continue using an actual language? arg!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1162972311706883252006-11-08T02:46:00.000-05:002006-11-08T03:06:33.693-05:00Is retail therapy more expensive than working with an actual therapist? I've never experienced the latter but for this broke student it's getting pretty close. I've spent less than I could but much more than I should. I've already bought panties, a bra, a sweater, a shirt, a ring, chocolate, and vodka. I just need to pick up some pants and socks and I'll have gotten a full outfit plus booze! I'm really itching to get a new hairstyle.<br /><br />Why do so many women feel the need to change their look post-breakup? I think it's the whole "starting over" thing. If I weren't growing my hair out to donate it towards wigs for cancer patients, it would have been on a salon floor weeks ago. Come December, it's time for a much-needed trim and a slight colour change. Colouring my hair is so fun but seeing the new growth on the top of my head makes me want to dye it even more. In the meantime, something old and something new... Including a fashion belt that my bestest friend bought for me to cheer me up. Upside-down it looks like camouflage (as picture #4 shows), but if you take a closer look, can you tell what the pattern <span style="font-style:italic;">actually</span> is?<br /><center><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/bunnypanties5_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_bunnypanties5_wm.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/JeN12_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_JeN12_wm.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/Flog8wm.jpg" target="_blank"> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_Flog8wm.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/RabbitBelttop_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_RabbitBelttop_wm.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/back_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_back_wm.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/JeN16_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_JeN16_wm.jpg"></a> <br /><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/JeN14_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_JeN14_wm.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/CanadaPanties1_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_CanadaPanties1_wm.jpg"></a> <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/Jen20_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_Jen20_wm.jpg"></a> </center><br />I went out with some of my girls this past weekend to a bar for some drunken fun. I wore my new shirt and had a grand ol' alcohol-filled time. During the pre-drinking session at Allison's, us girls played this game called "Never Ever". In case you're not familiar with it, here's how you play: One at a time, you start a sentence with "never never have I ever..." followed by anything a person could possibly do. For example, never never have I ever gone skinny-dipping. If anyone in the group <span style="font-weight: bold;">has</span> done the thing the person has mentioned, they must take a shot (or a large gulp of their drink). This game is a fun way to get drunk and to find out a little more about your friends. There were a few more girls who had had threesomes in our Saturday group than I would have guessed before!<br /><br />P.S. does anyone out there want a Gmail invite? I've got some sitting around that I'd like to get rid of. My address is on the left sidebar. if you'd like one, mail me or leave me a comment with your current e-mail address.<br /><center><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bYt7OJJxlU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bYt7OJJxlU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"><u>Ex-Girlfriend</u> - No Doubt</b><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">[chorus]<br />I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend<br />I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend<br />I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend<br />I hope I hold a special place with the rest of them<br />And you know it makes me sick to be on that list<br />But I shoulda thought of that before we kissed</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">You say you're gonna burn before you're mellow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I'll be the one to burn you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">Why'd ya have to go and pick me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">When you knew that we were different</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">Completely</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">Your wildness scares me<br />so does your freedom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">See I can't stand the restrictions</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I found myself trying to change you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">If you were meant to be my lover <br />I wouldn't have to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">And I feel so mean <br />I feel in-between</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">Cause I'm about to give you away</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">(for someone else to take)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">(you're making a mistake)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I hope I hold a special place with the rest of them</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">(all the time we wasted)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girl... friend</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">And I'm another ex-girlfriend on your list</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">But I shoulda thought of that before we kissed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">And I'm another ex-girlfriend on your list</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">But I shoulda thought of that before we kissed</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I'm about to give you away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">For someone else to take</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I'm about to give you away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">For someone else to take</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">You repeated mistakes for souvenirs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">We've been in-between the days for years</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I know that when you see you im going to die</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">I know im going to want you and you know why</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">It's gonna kill me to see you with the next girl</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">Cause I'm the most gorgeously jealous kind of ex-girl</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">But I shoulda thought of that before we kissed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;">[chorus]</span></center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://perezhilton.com/topics/britney_spears/britney_spears_files_for_divorce_20061107.php">Brit-Brit & K-Fed no more</a>: Nov 7th 2006 is the day Ms. Spears came to her senses and filed for divorce. Finally!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1162539781084547802006-11-03T02:37:00.000-05:002006-11-03T02:43:01.110-05:00Pets must loathe Hallowe'en. In the case of Missy and Pfeffer, I don't blame them. She was a bride and he was a groom. It's a good thing that neither Devon nor I have been ordained. We had made a top hat for mister Bun as well but he was having none of that. Once I get the pictures off of Devon's computer, I'll try to get a video up of the difficulties we had while trying to make a rabbit wear clothing.<br /><center><br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/HalloweenPets2_f.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_HalloweenPets2_f.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/HalloweenPets_f.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_HalloweenPets_f.jpg" /></a><br><br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/HalloweenPets_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_HalloweenPets_wm.jpg" /></a><br><br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/PetsWedding_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_PetsWedding_wm.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/PfeffHalloween_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b187/jenjenpuff/Random/th_PfeffHalloween_wm.jpg" /></a><br><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">~CANADIAN MUSIC~</span><br />One of the best darn break-up songs out there. This one deserves to be played at full blast.<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLXFdfycTug"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLXFdfycTug" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;"><u>Jerk</u> - Kim Stockwood</b><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Since you've been gone I feel so much better</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Cause I saw how mean you could be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">I used to want some explanation</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Now all I want is my Patsy Cline CD</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">How I've waited for today</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">When I could finally say</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">[chorus]</span><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">You jerk</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">You jerk</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">You are such a jerk</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">There are other words</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">But they just don't work</span></b><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Sometimes I wish I'd mailed you that letter</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">That said the things I dare not say</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Instead I set the thing on fire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">I had to say this outloud anyway</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">I'm so glad I found the nerve</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">To say what you deserve</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">[chorus]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">They try to be so cool</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Insult you like a fool</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Never take your call when you're nobody at all</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Until you're somebody and then they want to be your friend</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">How come jerks don't know they're jerks</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">(I don't know)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">So next time someone makes you feel little</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">Just sing this song inside your head</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">And like a great big cartoon bubble</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">These lovely words will dance above their head</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">How I've waited for today</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">When I could finally say</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;">[chorus]</span></center><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*stupid link of the day*</span> <a href="http://breakupquotes.com/">Break-Up Quotes</a>: although most of them don't have sources, this site is still a form of amusement.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821248.post-1162320749394345722006-10-31T19:44:00.000-05:002006-10-31T19:50:10.183-05:00It's All Hallow's Eve and I have no plans to go out anywhere. For the past couple of days I've had an essay and a article critique due. Neither were very fun. I did, however, dress up as a slutty schoolgirl to go to class today. Yes, there were several stares. Fishnets are not warm enough for Canadian fall weather, especially when I have an evening class. Despite having no plans for tonight, I am going to the bar this Saturday to drink and be exposed to some terrible karaoke singing. Tonight I refuse to do any work and I will watch me some <a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/miami-ink/miami-ink.html">Miami Ink</a> (Ami James = lust) and then maybe play my lovely illegal copy of <a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/about/ep4_index.php">Sims 2 Pets</a>.<br /><center><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/Halloween_wm.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/MistressJeN/JeN/th_Halloween_wm.jpg" alt="C'est L'Halloween!"></a><br /><b><u>C'est l'Halloween</u> - Matt Maxwell</b><br /><br />Les sorcières sortent le soir.<br />Les fantômes aussi.<br />Le ciel est tout noir.<br />Les nuages sont gris.<br />Est-ce que tu as peur<br />des méchants esprits?<br />O Monsieur,<br />Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui.<br /><br />C’est l’Halloween (4X)<br /><br />Pendant l’Halloween,<br />tu peux être ce que tu veux.<br />Un tigre féroce<br />Ou un serpent bleu.<br />Il se fait tard,<br />Tu rentres à la maison.<br />O Madame,<br />Non, non, non, non, non.<br /><br />C’est l’Halloween (4X)<br /><br />La lune, elle est pleine.<br />Le hibou, il crie.<br />De toutes les branches,<br />Pendent les chauve-souris.<br />Est-ce que tu as peur<br />de cette nuit?<br />O Madame,<br />Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui.<br /><br />C’est l’Halloween (4X)</center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com