Sunday, 6 April 2008
White oskmas!
I woke up feeling older. Not really, but the calendar says I am, and who am I to argue.
It's my birthday, and it's snowing outside and actually sticking to things, which is rare in London, especially in April, when my birthday is. Today. There's a metaphor there, but I've not long woken up.
Methinks I now officially start pushing-thirty. Also, today begins my latest drive to actually start using this thing again.
A lot has happened since the previous posts, but you'll just have to rent series 26 and 27 on DVD.
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Thursday, 23 February 2006
I'm New to the Realm
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Saturday, 18 February 2006
LastNightsPiercing.com
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Monday, 14 November 2005
I'm Spthuper! Thanks for asthking!
I must say, I'm very disappointed in you, my loyal readership. I disappear for a whole month, and NOTHING. What's the point anymore.... sigh.
Anyway, you ingrate fucks, I'm back. So do stop by :)
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Thursday, 15 September 2005
oh, Pink Stripe-y Socks
How saucy you make me feel!
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Saturday, 13 August 2005
Terror Knows No Boundaries
I was writing an email to a friend prior to her upcoming family vacation to Spain, when I was abruptly reminded of the real impact of terror.
Not even vintage American slang is safe from the evildoers.
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Monday, 20 June 2005
Flavor Country
I found all these empty boxes of Marlboro while cleaning my room yesterday. Damn I feel like a man.
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Monday, 6 June 2005
A Month at a Time
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Monday, 30 May 2005
Might be wise to move out of the way...
I got a new helmet.
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Wednesday, 18 May 2005
Beware your Mailbox
Shifty packages may attack you when you least expect it bringing with them untold terror and despair. Fortunately for me mine carried only a misshapen hat and haute couture fragance, but you may not be so lucky!
Hmmmmmmm, tar.
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Tuesday, 3 May 2005
Videosk
I've just come across a collection of quicktime video clips that were made back in 2003 from individual webcam sessions. Nothing dirty I'm afraid (mostly). Just me having cross-continent conversation with pals and looking dumb. Vlogging my arse, I did it 2 years ago! Sorta.
New Years Day, 2003 [3.16 mb]
In this first installment you can see me showing off the new hot sneakers my mom got me for christmas. I look so naïve.
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Monday, 11 April 2005
Design Geek
A few days ago was my birthday (Wednesday, April 6th to be exact). I didn't think much of it, I turned 25. Quarter of a Century mentions nonwithstanding, it felt like nothing special to me. I have grown rather blasé about my birthday in the last couple of years. I had no desire to really mark the ocassion, so the day went off without much to report. It wasn't until four days later, saturday, when as I was using an online service to buy movie tickets to go see a screening of Sahara with my ex-boyfriend (see, foreshadowing if I ever saw it) I was rudely made aware of my new situation.
I was updating my account information, as the billing ZIP was no longer accurate. While I was doing this I decided to update the rest of my user profile, in an effort to avoid receiving recommendations for disney films aimed at teenage girls or the odd chris rock production. I was numbly filling out the fields, by reflex really, when I reach the age group pulldown menu: GASP. Fuck, I'm now part of a whole new marketing group, 25-34 was the correct option. Click, sulk. Now there's a harsh reality. I now fear the changes in the kind of spam and junk mail I'll be receiving. Mortgate refinancing? Erectile disfunction aids?? True, I already get all that crap, except now it'll actually be aimed at ME. *sigh*
It's all too much. I think I'll go and rent a van, so I can drive around the woods and be alone with my aging thoughts.
Oh, but that had nothing to do with the headline. I got sidetracked. I got this bitching hoodie from Mindy and Inessa at work for my birthday. I feel like such a design nerd when I wear it. I love it.
[ps. Sahara was kinda fun. Steve Zahn was funny and looked damn good greasy.]
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Thursday, 31 March 2005
In Case You've Been Wondering
Nicotine Freedom 2005 wasn't the raging success I had hoped for. I'm definetely smoking far less. Probably 2 packs a week, which is nothing to sneeze at since I was having a pack a day before now.
We no longer smoke inside the apartment (Randy's been far more succesful than me — aside from the random post-cocktail puff he's pretty much quit) and that makes a world of difference, because I have to make a conscious effort to go out for a cigarrette, think about how much I'm really craving one (since I have to downstairs to the front of the building), and I rarely even finish it, because I feel like corner hustler when i'm out there —not that there's anything wrong with that.
There, consider yourself updated.
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I Can't Pimp My Ride
Now that Spring's arrived, I'll finally be able to start riding my bike again to and from work, for which I'm stoked. I am not stoked however about the wheels on my bike being too small for me to get Hokey Spokes.
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Sunday, 20 March 2005
Spring, briefly.
Yesterday was a lovely spring day. Today it's winter again. I'm sick of winter, sick I tell you.
Current song obsession: That's Me Trying from William Shatner's album Has Been. It has one of my favorite lines in a song: "If we never had a problem, then that's what life would be like."
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Wednesday, 16 March 2005
Lesbian Fodder
I've just come home from a lesbian night in a local bar. I've never had so many women hit on me, much less lesbian women. Some wished they were straight, some wished they were gay men, they all wanted my bootay. Am I missing on some untapped resource? Lezzie women in the house let me know please, I sure could use the $$$.
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Monday, 7 March 2005
Friendly French Reminder
Gotta love 'em.
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Day One
11:20 | No smoking yet. Lunch is approaching, I fear the aftermath of a meal without a cigarrette to follow. More as it develops.
14:45 | Lunch got the better of me. I had one after my spicy chicken sandwich.
I'm getting the gum.
Day Count: 1
16:26 | O.K., I'm being honest here! Give me a break.
Day Count: 2
21:02 | Cracked again, but that should be it. Three in a day, I'd still call that a success. Considering I'm coming from a pack a day.
Day Count: 3
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Sunday, 6 March 2005
Now Nicotine Free™
As of tomorrow morning, I'll enter the realm of an ex-smoker (or attempt to anyway). I've not been smoking long, for about four years now, but for the first time a real desire to quit has entered my mind, and I thought it'd be smart to seize it.
All through my teen years I was a militant anti-smoking crusader, much to the misfortune of my smoking mother. I did all sort of things to try to get her to quit. Bargaining, education, badgering, nagging, I was quite the little pest, and an unsuccessful one at that. It wasn't until when I was about 16 when at the end of a party I asked my mom if she really needed to have the umpteenth cigarette she was about to light. In a bold move of desperation I went "alright then, then I'll join you" and reached for a cigarette from her pack. It was the first time I got a real reaction from my mother regarding the issue. She didn't have that cigarette, which she put down with a look of concern I rarely ever provoked in her. She proceeded to quit shortly there after (for a short-lived year or so, though I now suspect she never entirely quit, just enough to appease me and remain inconspicuous).
When I turned 21 and started exploring the bar scene in Miami (town I the inhabited: topic for another post — and yes, I waited to be 21) I quickly took up what's better known as "social smoking." Drink in one hand, ciggy in the other, cool all over. I was able to fool myself about being an occasional smoker for about six months, at which point I gave in and bought a pack on what was clearly a school-night. I must thank my mother at this point. Despite the years of badgering that I inflicted upon her, she took the news of my newfound habit with not much more than a show of mild surprise, which was followed by what I think was a grin of induction: "now you know."
My mother still smokes, she has for about 25 years by my calculations. Starting tomorrow I won't any longer (with any luck). Mother, rest assured I'll keep my smug comments to myself should I succeed.
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Friday, 4 February 2005
ElectroDiskoBlog
Today marks a night of firsts. The first entry in my new (read: third) attempt at an online blog, as well as my first attempt at a nightlife alter ego, as together with my friend Randy, we are hosting a party at a local bar: ElectroDiskoSleaze @ NuBlu. More on both endeavors as news develop.
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