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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Tuesday, December 30, 2003 a little secret. I gave my first haircut today to someone other than myself. And I did a pretty good job. Texturizing with scissors, using the clippers and comb. Maybe I should have been a gay male hairstylist. Second Round Cheers little plain looking but content filled weblog of mine! Here's to two years of you!
Worthy of lousy bad points:
While she probably thought I was a walking abomination- I just thought she was incredibly annoying. Ultimately, I think I got the better deal in the relationship. More Things To Do: Learn how to not dance like a white girl. The beatings will continue untill morale improves What is so often wasted on children and rarely enjoyed by adults? A Spanking! Monday, December 29, 2003 Go Ambidextrous! Learning to use the computer mouse with my left hand because of space restrictions with this current set up.
If we can hear her hammering through the wall....does that mean she can hear...?
They have little hogletts at the pet store! It made my week to hold those little soft white fur bellied spiky babies again! Oh prickly joy! I'd forgotten how much hedgehogs enthrall me. Move over Mr. majestic gerbil, make way you sodomizing Axolotls, and forget about trying to see zygotes from sea urchins that don’t breed in the winter and die when you send them in the post. In the City Different you can get your tips for nothing and your news for free. I got a free paper on x-mas eve from a street vender because he’d never sold one to someone on a bike before. Wave to these people. Holy hell balls. Soar all over except for my face and my obloques. Why pray tell? Did I have to face a pack of winter starved coyotes? Did I have to haul my bike several miles up hill in a snow flurry? Naw, I played with a Russian Kettlebell. At least we don’t have to smile while we’re doing it, I’m sure the grunting agony we sometimes display does the same for the facial muscles as for the rest of our bodies. Gone to the dogs. I’ll get a malamute someday or a kelpie (and won’t it be the most cat like dog you’ve ever met?) but sure as hell not a golden retriever. After house sitting for a 9 month old one I’m pooped out when it comes to that breed. Maybe it just means I’m not ready to give that much time or sort of attention to the care of a puppy dog. None the less, golden retrievers are quite destructive with items. Even when not left to their own devices. Friday, December 19, 2003 Oy moi. I'm back in Santa Fe all safe and well but someone ran into my bike and pranged the rear break lever a foot out from where it should be, twisting where it's attachement from the main skeleton of the bike. Thunderbolts of arse fire. I need a cheap mechanical welder. If i had been any less tired i would have cried over my little bike- i was already zonked from travel, the sleepless but inebriated night before. I consumed all the mead my parents bought me to drink on the last night of my visit. Why let it go to waste eh? I'm not sure why they have been so readily buying me grog but hey- it was my christmas and their's too. Wednesday, December 17, 2003 Luckily for Kiwis everywhere, sheep come with their own lubricant. And the other day, mum pulled out a tube of lanolin. All rightallrightallright. A drink through the generations. My grandfather drank gin. In fact I have memories of his giving me his gin soaked martini olives each evening we visited my grandparents. Now in my own young but grown enough age, I love gin. It was interesting to find that Boodles was his brand of choice, where as mine is Citadelle or Bombay Sapphire. I'll have to give his a go. Oh well, old habits die and with us. Tuesday, December 16, 2003 girding up. Something has definitely slipped and could have died in my moral consciousness. Decisions that five years ago gave me such a sense of moral fortitude and superiority because i was in adherence to metaphysical ideals that should strengthened a character, are now tiresome in that, as moral decision usually go, they just don't satisfy the loins. Nope. But i'm still making decisions in favor of those virtuous things that are inevitably superior to my physical satisfaction. Monday, December 15, 2003 "Why does man kill the thing he loves most, only to set it free to see if it will come back to him in a bloody heap?" AAAASSS! Yet again, one of those few starlit odd joys that a person has which you can't really explain to another and which few others share to begin with has passed me by and i'll i'm left with is their last cd signed from when i saw them play weary from their travels in Santa Fe. Having a mouthful doesn't mean your dumb. Thanks to Karen for telling me about the strange sounds that come from the activity of two deaf people having sex. I'm not trying to be mean here- it's just something i hadn't thought of before. For that matter, nor had i thought how funny sex between the hearing able could be to a deaf person. Really- if you don't love the person you're with or even like them, or if you keep your eyes closed, you'll never see how silly we all look when we orgasm. *insert sub argument about why even ugly people should get laid simply on this fact, if not anything else* You go girl. Big bottom girls are doin' it for themselves, yo. Or if you prefer, something more traditional in name... Saturday, December 13, 2003 Do not underestimate my will to power. Apparently I'm 100% in agreement with Nietzsche. Also 85% with Ayn Rand which makes me just want to run around in the snow naked then take a long shower.
You know, i don't like Ligers either. Like David Copperfield Wow. Where do I begin? By making something disappear before your eyes? Instead I think i'll just relocate it. Leaves gone from all the skinny tall toothpicks of maple trees and strange sticky white stuff that falls from the sky whenever it feels like it. Not much sun, usually covered over by gray clouds and not shinning for long each day. Well i'm in NY- Niagara Falls area visiting at my parent's house where my beloved cats (who are slowly getting older), all the knickknacks from my travels, books, and my comic book collection are. On a good day you can see Toronto from the mansions that line the ridge on the other side of the street across from us, or if you happen to wander around the local golf course situated down the road. I haven't trespass...er...explored yet but golf would be so much more fun for me at this point in my life if, say, you were running from people with paint balls at the same time as you were playing, or wild boars. Talk about factor complications in making a good shot. Percy, my male cat is happy to see me as ever. He is currently sitting calmly in my lap emitting a little rumble of a purr as he rests his head in the crook of my arm as I type this. Tuesday, December 9, 2003 A little bad mouthing never got me anywhere- especially not into east coast writing programs or literary circles. So i've been going though my book shelves here at my parent's home. I had a grand time reading 'The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas' and actually learnt things from it besides quick whipped Texan quips. So much I have learnt from the whores in literature. I also stumbled upon a book of the former Poet Laureate, Pinsky's, work. He used 'umphalos' in his poem, 'Ode to Meaning'. I couldn't help but giggle and I don't know if I can finish the rest of the book- it's so preposterous. Does anyone else think he's pretentious? Monday, December 8, 2003
Is there an online nightlife? snowbunnies damn they've got as much snow in boston as brazil has coffee. And not to mention good looking models for it, like Val. Friday, December 5, 2003 Do you know the way to Santa Fe? Back safe but with a cold. The city welcomed me and as luck has it, and because i am loved- not because i am hopelessly poor, i'm well kept till mid January.
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