I have resumed adding people. All you have to do is ask and you'll probably be added. I have no problem sharing my life with people but circumstances being what they are...what gets said here, stays here end of story. if you have an issue with keeping your mouth shut you can hit the bricks because I will not stand for that.

I really dont know why I even mention Classic Rock or various rock gods I would have (and most likely still would if asked) fucked back in the day when they were young and beautiful to this one friend I have.

Yes.

The same one who I wrote about previously no knowing who the fuck Mick Jagger was.

She apparently has absolutely no knowledge of who Robert Plant is.

I just dont know what to say to someone who has never heard of Led Zeppelin or Plant himself before.

I cannot comprehend that shit and have come to the conclusion that you are not raising your child correctly if they spew such ridiculousness.

From the time I was 5 I was raised on The Stones, Pink Floyd, The Eagles, Zeppelin, Bowie, The Who ect. ect.

FUCKING MAKE YOUR CHILDREN LISTEN TO CLASSIC ROCK DAMN IT!!! I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH NONSENSE OF THE ACT OF SOMEONE SAYING.

"Who?"

WHEN IN REGARDS TO A FUCKING LEGEND.

When I say "David Bowie" and your reaction is either

"Who."

or

"Oh right the dude that's married to Iman"

This is entirely unacceptable and thou art a blasphemous wench.

If you say you cannot stand classic rock in my presence you clearly have no idea that you are inflicting physical pain on me and you had better have a good reason for saying so or you'd best believe death by my hand will come swiftly for you and it will be excessively painful.

To procrastinate further I have browsed through baby clothes and procured (or at least ordered) the following for jagger because we all know how deprived of clothing and how bare his closet is :P



( too cute )

That is all.

Ha ha conversation to be continued through actual phone call later...but this is the highlight of a longer text match.

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this just might have made my entire day.

the fact that the "return" date is April 7th and not just the date of Rock on the Range, which would be the first concert date speaks volumes.

BTW I am DYING to see that photoshoot.

So by request of a few people over at too_much_info who wanted to know just what happend to my junkie boyfriend. I'm posting what happened the night that pretty much changed me for the rest of eternity. I'm posting it here too incase it gets deleted from the comm.

It was hard to write, its probably difficult to read, it’s not an attention whore post, I’m merely posting it because people expressed an interest and it could be a therapeutic thing seeing as the 11th was the 6h year anniversary of his death (I always say he’s been gone 7 years and I always have to correct myself because its both incorrect and I age myself a year by doing that ;) ) and its become very clear that as over it as I think I am there’s a lot of residual stuff kicking around my head so maybe writing it out in a detailed manner would help.

Anyways don’t read it if you’re sensitive to death and such.

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To warn you all...its kind of a downer journal but I just went for an hour long walk with the dogs because my aunt is visiting and I heard her talking about how she believes mental and mood disorders are just a cop out which irritates me to no end...but the kicker was when she told my mom and that I am "Too old to be playing up this tortured soul bullshit." and that I am "Perpetually playing a victim and too caught up in my own games to realize that other people suffer just as much as I do."

I understand that people suffer...there are many things that cause pain and suffering in people. A good 75% of those things are self inflicted (I'm sorry but they are, people put themselves in situations that make them miserable whether it be because they let themselves become obese and are depressed because of their weight and how the world views them....which is not to say that I think its right for society to put so much emphasis on looks and weight and all that bullshit...people put themselves in bad relationships and refuse to get out of them ect. ect.).

The big difference between that kind of suffering and what I struggle to manage on a daily basis is that I CANNOT do ANYTHING to change this. I can take pills sure, I can get therapy...great. For me personally though, both of those things are "bandaid" remedies. Sure bandaids are great, they cover up your cuts and keep them from getting opened up or worse and they keep all the shit out, but eventually the adhiesive wears off and the bandaid is useless. If your cut isn't healed you just slap another one on and then another until it heals...but what if it NEVER heals? What do you do if it just NEVER gets any better? Do you still keep putting bandaids on even though they've become useless? Why, what's the point? They just fall off quicker and quicker and then you get trapped in a pointless cycle and it never ends.

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Boredom Killing surfing Stupid Videos....I'm sure these have been seen...but in case not :P I thought they were pretty funny...of course, nothing beats "CHARLIE BIT ME!!!!!"

If you would like a holiday/winter greetings card from me now is the time to let me know.

Of course, I make a post like this every year and often the cards never get sent out so I make no promises of actually getting my ass in gear and mailing...but I will try my hardest.

Leave your address info below (comments are screened) if you want one!!!

Because I just got a brand new shiney digital cam for graduation, tell me things I you want me to take pictures of (not people...people are boring subjects) and I shall post them in weeks time (cause its really rainey and gray here for the next few days...not good for pics)

The guy who was supposed to buy our house had until midnight last night to find properfunding and he couldn't come up with it *wooooot* another stay of execution so to speak :)

See, I knew the powers that be woudn't want me to move when I'm so frakking busy at the moment :P

Though this does put me in a bit of a predicament as far as shooting my film as I was hoping that having the house closer to the city would be a good thing as I dont know how or if people are going to agree to travel out this far. I have a couple emails in to some friends about using their places so I am not stressing out 100% just yet but still.

I have yet to get my start date for my practicum but if I dont hear from Erik (yes...thats right I got to meet frakkin Erik Kripke last friday and give him my paperwork and forms and such...it was awesome) today I'm going to call them and let them know about my shooting schedule for my own film and ask if its going to conflict if I can do the practicum after. It could possibly be less stressful that way too, although it would suck cause I'm just so anxious to get at it.

Anywho, I have lots to do today so I'd best wrap this up

toodles :)