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Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Currently listening to: alla luce del sole - Josh Groban

I did not leave the house today (an unfortunate case of cramps kept me indisposed).

I did talk to Thomas (Thom, Tom).

I have been inspired.

My shoulders pressed harshly against the back of the shower wall. My wet hair clung to my face like seaweed drapping a mermaid's flawless skin. In this moment I was whatever I wished to be. Perhaps a mermaid, perhaps a foul mistress, perhaps in the midst of love. My right hand ran over my white body, searching for... delicate relief. It's found. My thighs tense. My calfs become stone. My ass is squeezed. My head tilts back. Hot Water pelts my body as my left hand claws at the shower floor. I can see steam rising towards the ceiling. I am in, complete.and.utter.bliss. Thinking of him, entering me for the first time. Feeling his body shiver with delight with each stroke taking him ultimately to his climax. -Shivers begin to run down my spine.- I feel his lips press against my colarbone, feel his hands take my body closer to his... Feel the beauty of the moment, pouring out of us. -The tingling sensation begins. Slowly through my thighs and up through my belly. It is close.- I moan his name softly into his ear as my body begins to melt more into his. Breathing becomes heavier. -I begin to arch.- My voice becomes strong. All muscles become tense. I am locked. I feel the floodgates open as his strokes becomes more intensified. My voice becomes high. My hands claw into flesh. My head presses harshly into the pillow. I see his face clench his desire. I feel warm. The strokes begin to slow. He gazes at me lovingly. I smile. He pulls the hair from my face. We are one. -in thought- I am satisfied. I am loved.

A most delicious friend from England has inspired me to re-begin thee blog. Thought I would start it out with a bang (not literally of course). All are welcome.

I will wish upon tonight to see you smile.
posted by anna 5:47 PM

Currently listening to: alla luce del sole - Josh Groban

I did not leave the house today (an unfortunate case of cramps kept me indisposed).

I did talk to Thomas (Thom, Tom).

I have been inspired.

My shoulders pressed harshly against the back of the shower wall. My wet hair clung to my face like seaweed drapping a mermaid's flawless skin. In this moment I was whatever I wished to be. Perhaps a mermaid, perhaps a foul mistress, perhaps in the midst of love. My right hand ran over my white body, searching for... delicate relief. It's found. My thighs tense. My calfs become stone. My ass is squeezed. My head tilts back. Hot Water pelts my body as my left hand claws at the shower floor. I can see steam rising towards the ceiling. I am in, complete.and.utter.bliss. Thinking of him, entering me for the first time. Feeling his body shiver with delight with each stroke taking him ultimately to his climax. -Shivers begin to run down my spine.- I feel his lips press against my colarbone, feel his hands take my body closer to his... Feel the beauty of the moment, pouring out of us. -The tingling sensation begins. Slowly through my thighs and up through my belly. It is close.- I moan his name softly into his ear as my body begins to melt more into his. Breathing becomes heavier. -I begin to arch.- My voice becomes strong. All muscles become tense. I am locked. I feel the floodgates open as his strokes becomes more intensified. My voice becomes high. My hands claw into flesh. My head presses harshly into the pillow. I see his face clench his desire. I feel warm. The strokes begin to slow. He gazes at me lovingly. I smile. He pulls the hair from my face. We are one. -in thought- I am satisfied. I am loved.

A most delicious friend from England has inspired me to re-begin thee blog. Thought I would start it out with a bang (not literally of course). All are welcome.

I will wish upon tonight to see you smile.
posted by anna 5:27 PM

Thursday, June 06, 2002

Currently listening to: Another Lonely Day - Ben Harper

Now I'm desperately alone.

The fact that my better half has literally excluded himself from any sort of communication with my pathetic being makes me lonely and lacking completeness. I utterly miss him. I must be in love.

I suppose I should have an endless desire to write scrolls upon scrolls of undying love confessions. My inability to express myself through the use of "big words" has baffled my writing capability. He knows I love him. The empitness that exists in me when he is not whispering hideous somethings in my ear should be evidence enough to know that I am blatantly his for as long as he decides to keep me.

pathetic.

Ah De Sade, my walls were never made of cement and bricks... Just playing cards. I think you may have caused a 52 pick up. Good show old man.

My endless applause towards your ability to absolutely ruin me.
posted by anna 7:34 PM

Tuesday, May 28, 2002

Currently listening to: Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

I am desperately alone.

Not mentally and emotionally alone. Just altogether... Void of all propinquity with any other creature in the tangible sense. I haven’t decided if I like it yet.

I stroll about at work, behold the randoms as I, “deal out flakes and strawberry sauce” and appraise their existence as possibly being something of consequence. Then I certify that I work in a restaurant and casually cast the deliberation aside. Really... Waitresses and cooks?

Please.

I just can’t be bothered. No one amuses me. The general absence of infinitely appealing people aggravates me. Addressing topics such as lipsticks and revealing apparels makes me want to gag.

Does the globe not breed moderately motivating entities anymore?

On the other hand this, “general lack of” makes me extra alert of my effulgence and delivers me closer to the appreciation that I am in fact the sole introvert in the whole of Canada.

Either way. I blazed my flimsy wrist. I expect tomorrow I will embody the likeness of a foolhardy 14 year old.
posted by anna 3:50 PM

Sunday, May 26, 2002

Currently listening to: Echo - Incubus

I’ve come to the culmination that the key to the entirety of the cosmos’ ailments is cannibalism.

Not only would it cache third world countries with the fundamental nutrients found in beef, it would furthermore rid the all-encompassing masses of the exceedingly portly measure of nincompoops that subsist amongst the intellects. Considering that my De Sade will be Lord and High Commanding Officer of movement, “eat-me,” I bear no hesitation that he will take the
ameliorate dimensions to collate the birdbrained blockheads from the striking scholars.

*See De Sade for the fine details of the “categorization.”*

Anyway. I envisage that we could process the enormous batch of human flesh, package it in plastic meat trays and through our benevolence, ship them to districts most desperate for sustenance. They would resemble encased, boneless poultry. Grade A Beef would be branded on the packaging (A standing for Anna obviously).

The abstraction is smashing.

Whenever pessimistic of how to characterize the finesse of an unknown meat, correlate it to chewy chicken. Everyone loves chicken.
posted by anna 10:24 PM

Friday, May 24, 2002

Currently listening to: Be Quiet and Drive (acoustic) - Deftones

I think people are under the erroneous conception that I am an amiable individual.

How?

People like me do not keep bunches of solid companions. We do not coddle in all the benefactions that exist amongst enduring relationships. I do not thrive to be viewed or considered as an iniquitous disposition... So I'm completely oblivious as to how anyone could distinguish me as anything but an infinitely interesting plight of sour grapes.

Personally I am attempting to accept that the general public is governed by the domination of a
smatter of mind amending dope. It ought not be an enigmatic chore to conceive visual truths.
Perhaps growing up is the enigmatic chore? That could perchance be the clarification to my sour
grapes. I will attempt effortlessly to espouse it as in fact, the authentic explanation.

The avaricious-dipsomaniac-coitus-binges dissolved with highschool. Did that determine my
maturity? Aimlessly cataloging my abstractions Mr. De Sade? Obviously I demise within category
number one.

Possibly I'm obedient to the erroneous conception that I, in fact have surpassed the minions with
my genius and sagacity. I'm not a cantankerous person at all. Conceivably, I augmented too
impetuously.

Maybe I should be more realistic, obtain some patience and lag about while the rest of the world
catches up.

posted by anna 11:23 AM

Thursday, May 23, 2002

Currently listening to: Konstantine - Something Corporate

Thee song. Our song. How incredibly touching. Now I see how it could relate to us more than ever before... Our once brilliant relationship, mutilated by our uncanny quirks and then rebuilt on our stubborness. How's that for drama queen status? You fecking love it.

There is only one man that has managed to be completely comfortable with my random acts of silly girl-like stupidy. Somehow through all the bitching and moaning he's managed to still see me as the alpha-female that I truely am. Granted I don't give him much credit for realizing my state of being. Anyone who has a basic sense of culture and class blatantly understands that I am far superior to any other female that has ever existed.

He suggested that I should write a little commentary to cancel out my previous ideas of love. That seems unreasonable to me. Love is not an amazing thing. It is a weakness that will leave you crushed and bitter if you play into the others participants emotional manipulation. My perception of love has not changed mostly because the man in question has not given me any reason to alter my notions. Therefore my dislike of tennis and thee idolization of another remains the same.

However that does not mean that I do not adore the random bank analyst that strolls into my life, turns it upside down and leaves me helpless. Just because I do not believe in the ridiculous emotion does not mean that I am not in it. Silly boy. I imagine that you will crush me once again due to my asinine ideals mixed with your contumacious personality. I'll deal with that when I get to it. As for now, view me as the horrible, parsimonious bitch that I really am.

A message to the influence of this ridiculous blog.

- Greenish Brown Female Sheep -

Haphazardly daft rubbish.
posted by anna 1:32 PM

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Currently listening to: Seein' Red - Unwritten Law

People that take sports seriously completely unsettle me, especially High School athletics. The basic idea of putting ones body, mind and spirit into an action that could lead to the ownership of a giant piece of gold plastic is absolutely ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.

Playing for fun, playing because it amuses ones mind for a couple of hours, playing to keep your body in some sort of acceptable shape. *All* decent ways to pursue the game. But CHRIST, know when to draw the line. It's a bloody game.

It always amuses me to watch the sports reporters on the nightly news. Average jocks that couldn't cut it in either academics or athletics. How they try to develope a sports identity through the use of their basic knowledge in the English langauge and mediocre knowledge of physical recreation. I wonder if they believe that their jobs actually make a difference in the world? As if their rambles about hoop shoots and minor injuries of astounding athletes *really* matters.

And people wonder why nerds have all the power.
posted by anna 9:54 AM

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