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April
| Main blog: | Corner View | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Self-Employed | | Race/lineage: | White / Caucasian | | Location: | United States, Ohio |
| Body Size: | Slender | | Height: | 5' 2" (157 cm) | | Eyes: | Blue Green | | Vision: | Glasses when reading | | Hair Color: | Dark Brown | | Hair Style: | Ever Changing | | Skin Tone: | Fair | | Best Feature: | Eyes | | Clothing Pref.: | Practical | | Undies: | Bikini | | Tattoo Info: | No ink. | | Piercing Info: | Ask me. |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Involved | | Family Info: | Parents divorced before my conception. My father remarried. My mother hasn't, though there have been engagements. I have two siblings, both younger than I. My half brother is married with two children. My half sister is single/involved and has a baby boy. Typically dysfunctional American family. | | Sexual Preference: | Straight but curious | | Astrological Sign: | Leo (July 23 - Aug 22) | | Existing as: | Extraterrestrial | | Smoking: | Quit | | Liquor: | Non-alcoholic beverages only | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Likes: | Chocolate; good sleep; nature; interacting with interesting people; slipping between freshly washed sheets; the smell of hazelnut coffee; long, hot showers | | Dislikes: | Ignorance; conformity; intolerance; eggplant; spinach; filling out profile pages | | Interests: | Cult horror films, chocolate, graphics design, PC game modding, suspense novels, daft flash toons, poetry, singing, learning new things |
| Books: | Shel Silverstein's poetry books, Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series, The Wheel of Time series, The Dark Tower series, Valis | | Authors: | Entirely too many to list. | | Music Genres: | I love variety but keep the blue grass, thank you. | | TV Shows: | Carnivale, Six Feet Under, The Surreal Life, Taboo, anything about forensics | | Movies: | The Evil Dead movies (and most cult horror), The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Legend, George Carlin specials, anything Monty Python | | Actors: | | | Games: | Most RPG's | | Colors: | Crimson | | Pets/Animals: | Cats, lizards, fish | | Season: | Summer | | Food: | Can't choose just one... or ten. | | Drink: | Lemon water | | Quotes: | Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that. - George Carlin | | Position: | Whichever position allows me to find your special thigh-quivering, back-arching, plead -for-more-and-for-mercy-at-the-same-time, throat-searing-moan spot. |
I so suck at blogging these days...
I know, I know - the time spans between posts are getting longer and longer. I've had so much going on this year that by the time I sit down to relax, I don't feel like blogging. I don't think anyone reads here anymore (which is fine since I rarely write!) but I'll update anyway.
I've still been working on the house. It's been a challenge, to say the very least. We've spent hours upon hours painting and cleaning. We've laid carpet. We've laid tile. We've mowed and edged and torn plants from the soil. We've dismantled a pond (in the front yard, of all places). We've built (from scratch!) and...
sacrifice
i hold you in truth
moment heavy with need
my tears laced with
an alien hope
melancholy
undefined
unexpected
sugared nothings
now careful
guarded
bruise my heart
close my eyes
against thought
seal my lips
to my wandering tongue
subdue my pounding heart
this moment now eternal
steadfast
i sacrifice you
myself
for love
So I get a little sentimental...
Or maybe a tad nostalgic?
I went to the memorial service today. I arrived just after three, having to park perhaps a quarter of a mile away from the funeral home, to a line that stretched well into the parking lot. After a week of lovely warm weather, the sky was overcast and the cold wind seemed to cut right into my core. I didn't bring a coat, not realizing it would be so chilly, and I wore open-toe shoes. Needless to say, the wait was uncomfortable due to not only the unpleasant weather but also my thoughts which had turned melancholy.
The line moved achingly slowly until...
Spring is apparently death...
I'm folding laundry when the phone rings. It's a guy I used to 'see'. At a loss as to why he'd be calling me, I pause before speaking. What he says catches me off guard.
A man we knew from high school is dead. Not only dead, but murdered. Unintentionally, but taking a life is still taking a life whether one intends it or not. A late night, alcohol and one punch. POOF! He's gone. Apparently he had a few words with a stranger and that particular stranger snuck up from behind, struck him and caused him to fall and hit his head on the concrete below. After being taken to the hospital, he was put...
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