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Wednesday, November 21, 2007


Fields of hope.
i really like singing all of Lacus's songs, so far the only one i'm good at is Quiet Night, being as she sings it non-stop throughout SEED you kinda learn it fast.

well i'm glad that my demented rantings entertained all you guys, and thanks for all the hair removal tips. sadly i don't think i have the fortitude for waxing, i think that takes a whole other tolerance for pain, like the one needed to vaginally deliver a baby, so i think i'm going to try keeping to the chemically induced balding rather then ripping the hair out, maybe later i'll try that, but right now i'm going to try nair, and if worse comes to worse i'll try a mass induction of hair removal lotion.

...because damn are my arms soft, i mean damn, the skin on them is so soft i'm turning myself on rubbing my face against them, that lotion may be a pain in the ass to used but my skin loves it! plus instead of the classic nair feeling of getting tagged with a napalm grenade [the new stuff is supposed to be 90% less painful] this stuff was cooling, to the point when i washed my arms off it felt like i had frostbite. if only it wasn't so damn awkward to use, then i'd be straight. i'm going to try it on my arms to see if it removes stubble, because if it does all i have to do is shave my legs then slather them in hair killer goo.

its also to hear all you XX chromosome Peoplezez out there talking about all the naughty thoughts you have. now i was never under the impression girls aren't horny, i have enough female friends to know its quite the contrary, its just i'm not used to hear it admitted so readily. i will admit that my people watching borders on the creepy, because a lot of times its the means not the motive that matters, so rather i'm admiring their shape in the same sense one might admire a cherry tree in blossom, studying them to be able to draw the female figure better, or if i were like most guys and glaring whilst playing pocket-pool, it still would probably freak the fuck out of some girl to notice me looking at her dirty pillows.

i guess i'll just always be that way, i like to look at beautiful things, and my motives have always remained plutonic, at least pertaining to that particular girl, now a nice rack might remind me of Bev's and then i go into lecher mode, but that is all introverted and within my mind, at a moment like that i'm not even paying attention to my ocular input. i must admit though, for all my girl watching i don't think my art ever improves much, tis my curse i guess.

i still can't look at that little nerdy girl the same way anymore, she is really funny and cool, but now when i see her all i can imagine is her in a leather jumpsuit with stilettos, a whip and a few guys on leashes, cause damn that girl has some fun fantasies, pretty much the samre ones as Bev, except in my beaners case i know her soft, squishy fluffy side, this girl all i know of her is "i think it'd be fun to go down on a guy because then you have complete power over him, he can't do anything after that." sweet Jesus is that hot, once more she becomes a proxy for Bev, triggering slash fan-fiction in my brain of the lemon variety between me and my beloved beaner.

i must admit my ability to turn random sentences or images into fantasies is amazing. see i have this major hang-up with lips and lip gloss, the fuller the lips and the glossier the color the more my blood diverts itself. so thusly whereas most men have a pr0n collection, i have images of lips, kiss marks and the like. also i seem to have an extreme ability to just go off on wild tangents, i remember at one point a text book described a forest using the adjectives ..."lush, wet, thick and full..." i then spent the rst of my hours in a mental state i could only describe as Azrael after someone says "nuclear weapons" and "PLANTS" in the same paragraph. today i was watching "Munich" and i had i could do not to lost track of my mind when there was blindfolding and tying up going on. i love my selective focus, "Jews slaughtered", "revenge", "explosion", "death", those concepts go POOF and i'm left going "i want Bev to blind fold me and tie my up so bad! i hope she bites my neck, that felt GOOD..."

that was another high-point in proving that if you give me the right girl that i'm madly in love with i can fantasize about her to anything, i practically had a brain aneurysm when the main characters wife is biting and kissing all over his neck and face... while he's imaging all the Olympic folk getting slaughtered... not fault they put in my fetishes... fetishi, in the most inappropriate moments and movies.

but yeah, i spent pretty much all of today from 1 to 9 PM in the lovey-dovey, fluttery hearted, fluffy cloud-nine state about Bev, with no prompting what so ever, which proves what feeling is really stronger i say.

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this is from a forum is was looking at to decide whether or not i was going to watch a couple of girls engage in corophagia.

other videos:

-one man, one jar: "i haven't seen it, but i can guess what's going on."

-two girls, one finger: "the sequel to two girls, one cup."

and my personal [least] favorite...

-baby reacts to two girls, one cup,

or as it should be called "somebody needs to call child protective services right now, because that is not cool!" or possibly "this child will grow up to be an axe murderer."

seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people these days, that is like a string of like 12 wrong things leading to that child seeing that, and it all started with Perez Hilton, i just lost a lot of respect for him when i learned he's the reason this got mainstream attention.

well enough debauchery for one day, peace fools.

♥ JD Person ♥

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