the template is still taking some tweaking. i have called in css reinforcements because this is a more detailed css than i have ever undertaken and i can’t figure out what is nested inside what and what to change to make something a different color. this margin for instance is just about 10px too far to the left… sigh. hopefully ellie in her wisdom will be able to fix us up! and i will add drop-downy goodness to the sidebar and bring back our REAL blogroll (sorry friends, it’s nothing personal).

sigh.

i am so in love with shane from the L word that it is not even funny.

she is totally not my type… i like more girly girls. bette is actually amazingly hot and she has her life together which would bode well for her as a potential mate. shane has the broody thing going on, which is historically my preference in men (i am an ex-bad boy lover) but i like her much better when she is doing that thing she does where she is totally honest and respectful to someone. like when she tells the dyke coffee clutch that something is “not our business”. and the way she knows things without anyone having to tell her that they are sleeping together. i hope they do not destroy her character by analyzing the shit out of why she doesn’t “do” relationships.

her hair is weird this season. it looked better last season longer, and she photographs very very well, somehow on screen she is way more butch than in the promo photos. her eyes are penetrating, her nose is aristocratic without being conceited, and her lips are fucking perfect…

carmen is also very hot but i find that she looks like every other beautiful model type girl. which is to say nothing really unique about her at all. tina is very sweet looking and has the biggest boobs of them all (even before she was pregnant). jenny is my melodrama nightmare; the only thing that saved her was her long lovely hair, which she went and chopped off. her eyes are big and too sensitive, she seems like the kind of girl who cries a lot and misinterprets every little gesture. she analyzes way too much and is very teen angsty still. bette is sophisticated and amazingly beautiful. dana looks sort of sheryl crow-ish and is way too skinny. alice is funny and i don’t really have any opinions on her appearance either way.

i did however call my cable company after they canceled the three-month showtime free promo and demand that they turn it back on immediately because the L word started in five minutes. i admit i am completely obsessed…

i want to live in california. i want to be a girl who is comfortable making out with girls in public…

i have had three seperate coversations with three girlfriends and like 50 million conversations in my head about this in the last couple of weeks.

lets start with miranda. she called me at work yesterday witht that trembly heaving voice that tells me she is crying and having a panic attack. her story is a long and sad one. but the gist of this chapter was really one i could identify with.

she works from home. has a cute little home office and true, she isn’t exactly making any money right with it right now but she is trying. so anyway, true to his style her boyfriend is being a total dick. he acts like because she is home (working mind you) that she has all the time in the world to do shit for him such as cook, clean, errands and the like.

of course, last time she had a job he still expected her to do all that even tho she was away from home all day. SAME AS HIM.

why the fuck are almost all guys like this?! fucking answer me!!!!

when i was a kid i had to do chores. housework. like you wouldn’t believe. i mean, once i reached puberty my mom realized that she could foist off all housework on me. but i was certainly doing it from the age of five. my job was to empty all the wastebaskets every morning before school. and the i had a nighttime chore as well. i cant fucking remember what it was. okay but as a teenager, none of the boys i knew had to do their own laundry or any housework. they just did shit like mow the lawn. this is utter bullshit. mowing the lawn does not prepare you for adulthood in anyway. it is just another convienent excuse for men to get out of the house away from the kids. gahhhhh! anyway, who the fuck has a lawn these days? no one i know this is the city people.

that is my theory of why this happens.

when i was about 18 i lived in a hip part of town in a flat with a bunch of other people. all strangers conected to me by friends in some way. it fucking sucked. there were 3 18-20 year old boys living in the house. spoiled, selfish, rotten boys. the worst thing was that there was only one toilet. and one of those assholes had such a small dick that he couldnt get a good hold on it while pissing and so often missed the toilet and got it onthe floor and the seat. and then i would wake up int eh middle of the night, shuffle to the bathroom and STEP in his piss. this is gross both with and without socks on.

so i guess the question comes down to this. why is it that me and most of the women i know care more about and worry more and DO MORE ABOUT about household stuff?

the answer is not that women’s work is in the home and it isnt that we are all high maintance bitches either.

am i posting too much? sorry.

i moved slightly more to the dark side this week.i threw caution to th wind and bought some almost pointy toed shoes. they are longer than they should be and a square sort of pointyness. but def. a departure from my normal cluncky alterna chick platform shoes. sorry.

as i shift ever more towards the dark side i catch myself considering shaving my legs. i have barely any leg hair. but there are moments when one kinda wants to fit in and have smooth legs. sorry… any suggestions for a good depilatory cream?

in another lower half betryal i ditched the idea of buying white docs and manhandling them. instead i will just buy the girly shoes. sorry…

fuck it.

seriously. straight girls are the ones to watch out for.

drunk straight girlrfiend: “no really, we should make out. i mean, i wont ‘take care of you’ if you know what i mean. but my husband will if i tell him to.”

ellie: “do you know how pissed my boyfriend would be? eeek! he freaked out that time i made out with some random chick at a bar. even tho i kept my hand down his pants.”

drunk straight girlrfiend: “well, maybe we could get them to make out too”

ellie: “!! okay! i can get mine in a dress. will yours?!”

she bop was about masturbation right?

Lucky Seven Spring Scent Picks

1. Clean Baby Girl. This is a great little Lolita scent, though oddly I couldn’t find it on Sephora. Has it being discontinued? Grab it quick!

2. Marc Jacobs Blush. Got this for Christmas and was a little unsure about it but it’s really grown on me and become one of my favorites. It’s light and springy, sweet and understated, and I find it very sexy.

3. Pink Sugar Perfume. Fun! This is the perfume equivalent of a sleepover party. A very cute and happy scent.

4. Ahh sex. Chanel N5 is often called the perfect scent and with good reason. Indeed, I always get the most compliments when wearing it. Note: This would make a nice Mother’s Day gift.

5. Fresh Lemon Sugar. This is a lovely, clean-smelling perfume. It reminds me of playing an early game of tennis in June. I also really like to spritz this on clean sheets. Haven’t yet tried out Fresh’s Sugar Blossom. Anyone recommend it?

6.Donna Karen Be Delicious. I got this as a sample and thought it smelled like that cloying wall of perfumes attacking your nose as you walk through a department store. You know, it’s generically sweet and flowery but not very distinguishable. Buy this fresh shimmer scent instead, it’s really cute: Tangerine Kiss.

7. Christian Dior Pure Poison. This is currently my favorite perfume. I wear it to bed, and when I go to the bank, or anywhere. I am just so in love with it.

Didn’t mention your current favorite? Tell me about it in our new comment section!

Also, anyone buy the Barbie Perfume yet? I heard it was actually good. Thoughts?

emmie is the bomb. am i right people?

you know what else rocks is Pearl Organic Soy Milk in Creamy Vanilla flavor. fuck yeah.

the other day i said something was “rad”. hahahaha. the person i was talking to looked at me like i was an alien. and then i went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror like i was an alien. where the fuck did that come from? the ghost of junior high school past or what the fuck? the 80’s rears its ugly ass head, inhabits my brain for a few seconds and then leaves?

i grew up in the south mostly but went back east all the time to see family. so i was an anomaly in both places. no accent to speak of but i could transmit silly teenage words back and forth. i was like, one wicked and bitchn slang ambassador, y’all.

uh, anyway. time for work.

last night we went to a U2 concert with some friends. the tickets were a present from him. finding just the right seat was very important to us and many sectyions were vetoed for various reasons. our friends settled in but he wasnt happy with that spot.

i continued to search for the “perfect spot” not too close, not too far away. but somewhere during the process he disappeared to get beer. the place was filling up and my choices for two seats next to each other were getting slimmer so i just choose any old place. once i did that i ran back up to where my friends were to talk and while i was gone armed guards came and cleared out the row where i had left my stuff. i ran up, grabbed my bag from a guard who gruffly told me to find another seat. at this point there were no more seats except some out on the lawn, three blocks from the stage. and at this point i see him coming toward me laughing and drunk holding some shitty beer. and i am PISSED. so much so that i cant even look at him.

and i actually kinda hate U2 so its not like i gave a shit at any point in time where we sat. it was all him being a cry baby and then going off to have fun while i did the work and worrying.

um, ok.

it looks like rainbow sherbet, right? i love it… i love girls who smoke too. and back tattoos are s3x.

so no WP help needed after all; i just freak out and the planets align all nice and stuff. should freak out more often.

tomorrow i will tweak the font colors etc; those long lists in the sidebar have to go. and no BLUE for links on this page, ever (unless it matches which it probably never will).

i want my pretty colors!!!!!!!!!

i promise!! you will love them, if i ever get the theme right…

i thought doing archive by author would be cool; which is to say make one category for each author, since some readers have their favorite girl. but on further reflection this seems like a bad idea since it has to use categories and that means i have to go back and assign cats to 1200 existing uncategorized posts. also in that list of categories would be haiku, which is not an author. incongruous.

barnacles.

why did i switch to WP? did i think it would be easier? it is at least php instead of mt language; however. i will never accept a pre-loaded theme or one that someone else makes for me!! i will always just HAVE to tweak the fucking thing. which condemns me to a hell of parse errors.

oh, and the test site i set up to go through puberty awkwardly is experiencing a stupid bug where OOPS it loses the admin profile entirely (not the blank password field bug, thanks). so i can’t even get into that one (which is where i have the design almost working). instead i must now figure out the code all OVER again, live. so the world gets to watch as i pop my first zit and lose my virginity.

i can’t take this right now, seriously…

i designed the layout but i install all the code wrong or something… sigh. i want a dropdown blogroll and a dropdown archive list, styled cute to match the site a little (not clunky default
dropdown stuff, ykwim).

who loves me enough to tweak my WP code?

I believe women of childbearing age should be allowed to abort an unwanted pregnancy.

I do not have any children nor have I ever been pregnant.

If I had daughters old enough to have sex and get pregnant I would not want them to get pregnant, not tell me and then run off to get an abortion on their own.

In high school I knew several girls who did this. I think it was a sad and scary time for them.

I think that parents should be responsible and have a good relationship with their kids. Such that they talk about sex openly and have a relationship that has enough love and trust so that girls (and boys) will go to parents with troubles like this.

I think that it would be an even sadder and even scarier time for young girls if the government forced them to notify their parents that they wanted an abortion and the parents said “no you cant you must give birth to this child”.

It’s a message that they are not in control of their bodies.

This is the quote that scares me the most:
If enacted, the bill would represent the fifth measure since President Bush took office in 2001 aimed a reducing the number of abortions.

My main point is this:

This is just not the answer for the problem of reducing the number of abortions. And yeah, I think the world might be better if there were less unwanted pregnancies and thus less abortions. Like I said, an unwanted pregnancy is a scary time for people I think.\

anyway i think that is the WRONG goal too. the goal shoudl be to reduce unwanted pregnancys.

It seems to me that MORE SEX ED is the answer and more openness in addressing sexuality in young people.

p.s. arent the right wing all for SMALLER GOVERNMENT?

we changed hosts. we are still us. don’t lose us!

full archives and functionality SOON!

yip!

success + age= trouble!

license to drive is out on dvd!!!!

watch the latest interview with him here.

Half the time I merely eat to line my stomach so I don’t dry heave after I take a vicodin.

I amazoned five Judy Blume books and they came today. I’m looking forward particularly to Forever, the premiere book about a girl losing her virginity. It sounds tragic and after schooly, like something I never would have read when I was 11 but now want to for some reason.

Back then I was really into Christopher Pike. He wrote those books about vampire quarterbacks and serial killing cheerleaders. Good times.

Interesting article in the Metro about porn turning men off to the real thing, read it here.

I’ve started sleeping in deodorant so as not to smell, ever.

Recently four separate people have mistaken my father for my husband. This pleases me.

Yesterday as they took five vials of blood I watched two hot, Katie Holmes-esque med students stand around and chat in their tight, white coats.

They sipped coffee out of small brown cups and giggled and smiled. By vial five I was too light-headed to picture them making out with each other.

The nurse taking my blood was cute too. I wanted to brush her soft, red hair out of her smoky eyes.

To myself this is now known in my head as the hot hospital.

I know I talk a lot about lip gloss and whatnot here, but I was thoroughly amused by this literary comic this morning. Enjoy.

Julia Roberts is the new voice of God.

P.S. The sounds clips are crazy.

This is just a wonderful article.

hehe, and the pic.