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[Jul. 7th, 2008|04:35 pm] |
[16:29] Ky: http://youtube.com/watch?v=bk3Ac7W0Ffw
[16:29] Ky: Hells yeah
[16:29] Frey: Tribal daaaance
[16:29] Ky: That's belly dancing
[16:30] Ky: XD
[16:30] Ky: Bullshit
[16:30] Frey: It's listed as both
[16:30] Ky: It's still belly dancing XD
[16:30] Frey: But agreed, more like bellydancing in my opinion
[16:30] Frey: Yeah
[16:31] Frey: Not enough big hair and lame costumes to be TRIBAL DAAAANCE
[16:31] Ky: XD
[16:31] Ky: Okay, see, to me? Tribal dancing in people in skimpy clothes out in the middle of bum fuck no where going ARAAAHGRAHGRAHGRAHRGAAAAAA around a bonfire to drums
[16:31] Ky: That's tribal dance
[16:31] Frey: SAME! |
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| Time to play Guess What Kind of Spam this Came From! |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|09:38 pm] |
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Your prize? A giant vat of NOTHING! |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|10:39 am] |
Naruto Chapter 405.
Oh. My. God. I had conniptions, much Iruka-fangirling was had.* (SUCH A MOM.) Much wailing over the fact that there will be no senior-citizen love children between Tsunade and Jiraiya, and oooh, Tsunade. Her large breasts need comforting; hm, yes they do. In the form of zombie-not-rotted/bloated-ero-sennin.**
And Sasuke? Stop being an idiot, please; I adore you, but are you seriously going to let Madara go through with that....?***
*Iruka, really, what is with that turtle-neck, hmmm? Hiding something, are we? Also, stop looking disturbingly like Shikamaru; what the ass, Kishimoto-sensei?
**I DON'T BELIEVE IT UNTIL I SEE PROOF.
***He's making a move on your man-muffin, god damnit, stop frolicking around with that trollop whatsherface (though you can keep Juugo and the fish-dude whose name I can't spell) and DO SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE.
****Seriously, Sakura wasn't as annoying as her in the beginning of the series when she was all OMG SASGAY. Speaking of Sakura. She needs to beat the shit out of Sasuke. And then kiss him senseless. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
Ky: *rooting around in the fridge* .... *sultry voice* I hope you're enjoying this.
Mom: ........
Ky: I hope you're enjoying this.
Mom:................
Ky: I hope you're enjoying loosing the game. *appears, shakes bottle of ranch.*
Mom:.....Carolyn?
Ky: What? *on the phone with Zoe*
Yeah, so Mom totally thought I was feeling up the fridge. Bow chika wow wow. |
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| Day 3 & 4 of NoLa |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|06:00 pm] |
Was awesome. Seriously, I wasn't kidding when I said Best Birthday Ever. I can hardly remember my 16th and 18th b-day, because while they were milestones, they weren't as awesome-tastic as this one.
Mostly dinners with friends and such.
Anyways, day 3 was cemetary tour, where Mom knew more than our tour guide (which is normal) and we got to ogle over dead people and old, creole houses (also learn the meaning behind creole, which was pretty cool). Again, there was more running around Bourbon street and getting lost in the quarter, and fucking god was it hot.
Food, as per usual was good, and I finally got my creme brulee. You'd think being the in French quarter, or a notably French town, proud of it's French heritage that there'd be MORE FUCKING FRENCH DESSERTS, but nooooooooo.
Only two restaurants had it. What the fuck, seriously?
Anyways. It was good. And we stole a menu from the Court of Two Sisters, and I had real Caesar salad and he made it right in front of me and I was like 'Whoa.' I also had a brandy milk punch and it was good. :>
I don't remember if I talk about Scott Smith. IDK
lol
Anyways, day 4 was us driving back and lo, my stupid car, whom I love very much, has a broken windshield wiper.
And it decided to rain.
You can only imagine the luls we had. We ended up tying the driver's side to the passenger's side wiper, and it worked for a while, until an 18 wheeler drove by and ripped the fucking wiper right off. We're lucky it was just the blade and not anything else.
Dropped Rin off in Houston and I got to say hi to her mother, and then we drove back and passed out.
The end!
Pictures will be up as soon as I get them. |
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| Day 2 of NoLa, 21st B-day |
[Jun. 17th, 2008|08:38 pm] |
We get up sometime before noon and immediately check out of our room at the Conti. Our valet gets us our ca and off we drive to Frenchman street where we're all 'Ooo' and 'Aaa' over more houses, because we're damn voyeurs.
Check in for the Frenchman wasn't supposed to be until 3 or 4PM, but the maid and the clerk were more than happy to have us check in- so Rin and I head up to our room, which is over the carriage entrance.
It's unlocked, and so is the other suite and immediately we check out both after setting out things down.
We had a fucking apartment- you can tell it used to be, because the connection for the stove was still there. It was homey, it was gorgeous, and we had our own damn balcony. After Mom comes up, and we steal another set of keys because she thought she'd left them with the desk clerk, we hit the streets again and somehow... kept up ending up on Royal.
Which, btw, is artist's and antique dealer's alley, and so fucking cool.
There was much putzing around on the Canal and Moonwalk lines, and we eventually ended up in the Garden District again. This time we found the crepe place we had been trying to find the day before, and oh my god. It was wonderful. Unfortunately, they'd run out of ice so I went to The Boot bar/grocery (lol) and got us some real Nola root beer. And the clerk there gave me a dollar. :D omg, it was just so cool for people to wish me happy birthday and then hand me a buck for no reason.
We were in luck, because right after we finished eating, it starting to rain and holy ass, did it rain. So we went into the Mushroom, the music shop that was attached and putzed around there for a bit waiting for the rain to let up.
It didn't. So we went walking back down Broadway under one umbrella on these uneven, decrepit streets still ogling more of the houses and trying not to get any wetter than we were before.
Got back on the street car, where Rin and I pretty much passed out for no apparent reason other than the crepes must have been drugged because we were so tired. XD
Then it was back on Bourbon and into Pat O's so I could get another Hurricane. Nom, nom.
Or maybe we went to Mardi Gras world first? I don't know, but fuck me! I want to work there, it's so cooooooooooool. To be able to carve styrofoam for the floats or paint them or design them year round? askjdaskjdhasjdkha So cool!
And there were cats in the warehouse too. It was so neat. Rin and I had to sign a release because there was a photographer there who was testing a camera for Panasonic and he'd taken pictures of the two of us putting on the Mardi Gras costumes and hats (Rin has a giant Marylin head on, it was hilarious).
Wait, I think Mardi Gras World was definitely first, because we hit Bourbon after? I DON'T KNOW, LOL IT'S ALL A BLUR OF AWESOME
Ended up getting drunk again, as usual, and oh I forgot we went to Jack Square first were we got accosted by gypsies. He was funny, but tried to con us out of 90$ for a fucking palm reading. XD What the shit. He was pretty good at reading people, but the second guy at Our Shop.... Yesteryears, was much, much better. (Picklepuss and Moooooooooooose! omg)
Anyways. Yes. We had dinner at the Prailine Connection where I was dressed up all cute like and there was a Gemini private party going on at the Blue Moon and this drunk girl on the balcony wanted me to join them. XD It was so cool!
After dinner, it was back on Bourbon for more drunken fun and I ended up on stage with Mom and Rin singing along to the Summer of 69 song, only Rin was just standing there. XD We got a picture of it too!
aslkdjhasda I want to move there.
We ended up wandering around again at some point, where we met Scott Smith, a cameraman who was there filming for a movie that's coming out next year most likely. He was really nice and cool and gave me 5$, and Mom, being the nosey person she is, asked him if we could go inside his apartment's courtyard. He let us. :D aljdshashkjda
GAH. I just can't explain it all. But, I ended up getting this gorgeous mask made by one of the local artists at Yesteryears and asdlhjasdkjha. Everyone was so nice, we walked a tonne, and holyshit my legs still hurt from it all. |
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| Day 1 of Nola |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|02:36 pm] |
I will have an image post up here later, rather than right now.
But. Nola.
Mom and I leave early on Thursday morning to pick up Rin and continue on our way. Much fun was had, because whenever the three of us get together, it's always a goof-fest.
So. About halfway we switch, so I'm driving, and we pull down Conti street all three of us are practically hanging out our windows going 'Oooo, look at that house! Ooo, look at that one! OMIGODLOOKATTHEBALCONIES Beads!' Because that's what we do. So we get to our first hotel for the night, the Prince Conti, and Van Van, our valet takes my baby after we empty him of our luggage.
While Mom's still checking in, Rin and I get one of the keys and immediately run up to our room.
Mom, months and months ago got 'run of the house', so we were thinking we'd be getting a little closet with a bathroom in it.
We didn't. We got the biggest fucking room on the floor. Full bath, living room, two TVs, two queen size beds, and plenty of room to roll around in if we so wanted too.
So Mom, Rin, and I hit the street and went too.... BOURBON. Holy shit, most of the bouncers there didn't care that I wasn't 21 yet and that Rin was only 19. They kept trying to call us in, but we had other things to do, like get our visitors passes and figure out where the hell shit is.
The Cabaraets and titty bars amused me so, Zoe we most definitely have to go into the unisexx ones for their 'famous love acts!' lol
Anyways, Mom had found this crepe place online and after she caught the guy selling us our visitors passes trying to rip us off we head down the Garden District. Oh. My. God. The house, everything was fantastic. But alas, Mom has forgotten her itinerary and we don't know where said place of deliciousness is.
So we end up going all the way down the St. Charles line on the street car (I recommend those, all the drivers were friendly and nice) and end up eating at... Cooter's? Coon's? I don't know, it was a bar/restaurant/casino. BUT THEY HAD VERRA GOOD FOOD AND HUGE ASS HAMBURGERS AND I ALMOST PULLED A MUSCLE IN MY JAW TRYING TO EAT ONE.
And Mom had oysters and was happy, and Rin had a po-boy.
Then we went back to the hotel to relax and be amazed at our awesome room (pictures coming soon!). About halfway through I decided I wasn't waking up til the next day to be able to drink, god damnit, midnight was only a few hours away and we can putz about the town until then.
So we did.
I'm pretty sure over the course of a few days we walked a good 10-20 miles. But the street cars were a life line.
Midnight hits and I get my first hurricane at Mango Mango and a free shot, a Sex on the Beach. Right next to Pat O'Briens is a little store called Yesteryears, and while we were Ooing and Aain over the Mardi Gras mask and buring me earings, the little counter clerk pulls me over and hands me a dollar. It's tradition there, for birthday people to pin a dollar to their shirts and then for others to give them yet along more money. XD I ended up making around 15$ over the course of the weekend, but I was more interesting in running around and looking at everything.
Back to the drink list, after the Hurricane and the shot, I finally let us get dragged into a club where this awesome band was doing some pretty good covers; one of the waitresses had a tray of shots (they're all in beaker tubes, it's cool), and I was like, not only screaming, but I couldn't understand her either because the music was so loud, but eventually I get my shot.
I think it was supposed to be free, but whatever, instead of handing me the shot, she puts the bottom in her mouth and starts going down and after a second of 'Uh? Oh!' I get my end of the shot glass and start heading for the floor while she stands up.
Mom was like 'WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO THAT WAITRESS' and I was all 'lol'. Rin was just sorta freaked out.
After fleeing the insanely loud but good music, we go into the Big Easy so Mom and get her own drink (Malibu pina-colada which both of us were like GIVE US SO GOOD). After a while of wandering we head back up to the room, where I'm awesome, and we decide to break out the presents.
Fuck yeah. I got a tiara, a legless doll (that is important, legless dolls can't run and get you), a plaque that says 'The more I learn about people the more I like cats' and a few other things.
Rin's already gotten ready for bed by this point, and I'm drinking both mine and Mom's drink and I decide I want my own pina-colada. So Mom and I head out, I'm awesome and weaving everywhere, the streets aren't as packed as they were before, and I go into Mango Mango to get my own. It wasn't with malibu but oh well. This time for my free shot, I chose a Blow Job.
Dude. Amaretto? Is awesome.
I also decide I want pizza, because I eat everything, and I'm so insanely happy that I've got liquor in one hand and a pizza in the other that I just have to call Zoe.
So. Ky. Drunk, not-so-quite-off-her-ass, weaving down Bourbon street with a pina-colada in one hand, a pizza in the other, and a phone attached to her ear.
It was amazing, and I'm glad Mom was there to take the pizza from me before I dropped it. XD
( Crappy webcam pics of us outside the Catz Meow courtesy of Zoe! )
I can't remember the other stuff right now, more talking with Rin and Mom is needed. So. The other two days will come, right now I have errand to run. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
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BEST BIRTHDAY EVER |
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[Jun. 5th, 2008|05:18 pm] |
Ahem. I fee like a stupid moron, but those of your who're planning on getting me something for my b-day... save it for Christmas and throw moola at me instead? I'm not asking for anything more that twenty bucks, but hells bells, I could use it right now.
Fuckity fuck fuck, do I eat, or do I pay bills? BLARH THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BUYING PIZZA AND TIPPING WELL
Also, the PetSmart application process is repitative and fucking irritating and also filled with irrelevant questions. (seriously, what the hell should I care if my friends/family go ">:O Y U WORKING DAHR?!?!' Because if they do such a thing, I reserve the right to clock them upside the head.) |
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[May. 26th, 2008|07:47 pm] |
:D |
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| Guardians of Luna |
[May. 16th, 2008|05:56 am] |
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Dude, that looks really interesting. It'd be like the new Gargoyles. asjhdasdljahs ~~D: DO WANT. |
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[May. 8th, 2008|05:45 am] |
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Dude, Simon did a fucking barrel roll and turned three times in the air just to pounce Demeter into the ground. What the fuck, man, we've got a damn ninja for a cat! |
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[Apr. 11th, 2008|09:00 pm] |
35 hours and counting- little 15 minute hallucination/dream doesn't count as sleep. Went to the doctor, was asked to come back in because I probably have thyroid problems.
Called in to work- my future doesn't ride on impressing them, so fuck 'em.
Will quite after BotCon and/or new job is found that is not food service and let's me sit. Feet hurt badly, am achey, need new body. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2008|09:32 pm] |
So I'm doing what I usually do with my skinny ass parked right in front of the computer, contemplating a post about robot genitalia I made elsewhere today, when Mom walks in to ask if I liked the ravioli.
Instead of answering, I asked one of my own: if she were a 'male' alien robot, would her penis be humanoid?
Her reply: Why? I'm don't need to urinate, I don't need to procreate.
She decided that they're not really robot penises, but GPS systems! And female robots with boobs have two!
Mom then proceeded to flounce about the front room with her hips thrusted, and pretending she was following her 'GPS' system. |
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| Deep thought of the day: |
[Mar. 27th, 2008|08:58 am] |
So just exactly what are the first two types of encounters, and why are aliens the third?
First = humans, second = spiritual/mythical? But that kind of encounter is less likely than alien, imo, so wouldn't it be higher up on the scale?
Or, first = animal, second = human?
Edited one minute later after some Google searching: And just to show how differently I interpret things sometimes: Third kind is actually meeting an alien face to face, while the first two are simply seeing/feeling the effects of alien tech.
Mmkay. |
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| Almost two months. |
[Mar. 1st, 2008|04:18 pm] |
It feels like years, it feels like yesterday. Some people probably think of their pets as just that, pets. But Kitt was a personality all her own- she got huffy when you ignored, she demanded if she wanted something, and christ-be-damned if she didn't get it you were going to get claws in your thighs. She was like my sister, my daughter. She was my baby. (Just as much as Demmy is, little fart's turning out to be just as quirky as Kitt, but quite differently. i.e. Demeter talks to the litterbox, Kitt talked to you when she wanted outside.)
I miss her, terribly. And I don't regret putting her, but I regret not having the money to perform a necropsy. I want to know why, what went wrong, why the medicine wasn't working... And I'll never get that chance.
I hardly ever look at her urn when I wake up, but sometimes when I go to sleep I just stare at it for a while.
Having the Jazz bust right next to her is amusing, and, oh, I wish, I wish, I could find Prowl (I think he's in the motorhome), because having two b&w robot statues surrounding my kitty's remains, protecting her with guns, is just so bitterly amusing.
It just hurts not to wake up with her at my feet, or curled up by my head.
The night before we put her down she was lying on the floor, it was so hard for her to breathe and she was so weak- yet she still made it up to my bed to lie by my head, then move to my chest, and then to my feet. It was only for a minute or so at each stop, but she... she was saying good bye, I just know it. And maybe I rationalizing, or anthropomorphatizing (and shit, I can't see the page because I'm weeping), but it truly does feel like she trying to take all my pain into herself and take it with her.
It hit mom a week or two ago while we were in PetCo/Pet's Mart, one or the other. We went by the cat food and she just started crying. Why? When Kitt first got sick we found out it was because of a taurine deficiency that caused her heart to go bad, so we went looking to for cat food with high levels of it... And to go to the pet store and see the brands we had picked out for future use....
My break was because I saw a cat that looked quite a bit like her while driving today, not at all thin and sleek like she was (she was so thin when we put her down, she'd lost all her litheness), but rather pudgy.
But still black and white, with the white paws, white under belly and chin, and that was enough.
This is going to happen quite a bit in the future, I guess. All part of the healing process...
PetLoss.com has a candle lit vigil every Monday. I think I might start doing that, on Sunday, as that's the closet I can get while having the night off. |
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| I love my car. |
[Mar. 1st, 2008|03:30 am] |
I fucking love my car. And my MP3 player.
And my new camera.
My only sadness is that I cannot roadtrip to BotCon this year, as that would be wasting money and such.
I feel like such a tech nerd even though I hardly ever read the manual. *snickers*
Work = failure.
I am not being paid enough to go over the building with a damn toothbrush, kthnx. All the girls are agreeing on this, and few are happy with the area manager right now. Get this; the G.M. pressure washes the bathroom walls while we bust our asses cleaning the place.
The A.M. comes in at four o'clock in the afternoon the next day, bitches that the tables weren't getting cleaned promptly, there was ash in the ashtrays (ORLY? Are they not supposed to be in there?), and that the bathroom walls were dirty, ew.
Um.
What.
Our manager busted her ass, as did all the bartenders, to get our bar clean. And we didn't pass, but the two worst store in San Antonio... did?
What.
Yeah, so no happy waitresses right thur.
Whatever, I'm going to get a second job either at Rudy's BBQ or the Hyatt. *shrugs* In all honesty, I've got it made, I really do. I just wish I wasn't stagnating at art so much right now. |
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| A friendly letter from your bar waitress: |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|10:09 am] |
The reasons for my working at a bar are for two very simple reasons; 1) I need a job, and, 2) having cash upfront is good for saving. For some odd reason I have less of a chance of spending my money when it's in paperform rather than electronic. Go figure.
The reasons for my working at a bar are not:
To meet guys.
To date the guys I meet.
To fuck the guys I meet.
To marry the guys I meet.
To pursue anything other than a vague acquaintance with the guys I meet.
I am not interested. I will not be interested. Ever.
Especially if you are ugly as sin and old enough to be my father.
Protip: You want me to pay attention to you? Give me some god damned respect and don't push it when I say 'Sorry, no.' and 'I'm not interested.' Remember, I'm the one getting you your beer, and I have every right to deny you service if you piss me off. |
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