Not all here yet.

I'm not entirely back up to fully functional so you get fluff.

Which means, clothes and boobs.

First though let me welcome new readers.

I'm Shannon, your insane hostess. The quick cast here, Me: AKA Beasty, Muse, WeeBeasty, Fluffer. Uniballer: AKA One Hung Low, Byootiful. So called Uniballer because he only has one testicle. Srsly. Cookie: AKA My Fucking Road Dog. My Bitch. My fantastic lady who I love like you don't even know and who likes to admire my boobies and fondle them in public. Um...various other people.

I generally blog from work. I like porn. I like boobs. I am a wee bit of a boot whore and will probably turn tricks for the right make up.

I am fat. And let's pause there. I am what has come to be known as an Inbetweenie. Generally speaking in pants my ass likes a Torrid size 12. Tops it really depends on how hoochie I want to be. The D Cups of Doom make this possible. In realm of the Fatosphere, I'm on the low end of the totem pole as far as size and readership which is ok with me. Sometimes I talk about things that other fat bloggers (at least from what I've seen) don't. You won't find studies or science here because I'm not really into it.

I will talk about clothes because I love clothes, make up, underpants, my own ass, my boobs, big girls representing in the adult area of the interwebs, and or whatever else crosses my mind about fatness.

I am also an author who will occasionally pimp writings. I love books. I love music. And if you like pina coladas, and walks in the rain please try the next ad. Pina coladas make me puke.

I'm absolutely so goth I was born black. I will sometimes say things about race that make people cringe. If you're stupid, willfully stupid I will be mean to you. I don't censor or remove comments like ever. However, it's been a few years since I've had a troll so time may tell.

So onto clothes.

I am in dire need of shirts and quite frankly I'm having serious trouble finding ones I like. I don't want shit like ruffles, sparkles, things dangling from my tits on them. I Do. Not. Want. What I want are workable plain black, burgundy, purple, other jeweltones and maybe red shirts that are stretchy and last.

I think a trip back to Target is in order for more of their Long and Lean tanks for layering and maybe a trip to Old Navy for some of their shirts.

There are also some fancier tops that I want from Lip Service however I'm going to have to scour the intertubes for them because every single one I want is sold out at the store in XL or XXL. Annoying.

I recently joined the Lip Service Forums and I urge you big booty having folks to joint too. Represent people. I want bigger sizes of fucking Lippy back. I'm more than tired of trying to squeeze it into stuff or deciding if I can wear a cincher with something to make it fit. I can FINALLY fucking afford some Lippy and I am thwarted by not being skinny. Fuck that right in the goat ass.

Did I mention I curse a lot?

Moving on I am already on the hunt for something to wear to the office Christmas party. Last year I looked pretty damn cute in my stompy goth outfit. I wore this Tripp waitress/schoolgirl black dress I've had for years and years, some fancy brown (same shade of brown as me) tights, my fantastic Buckle Whore Demonia boots. I also got dressed in the dark because there was that horrible storm and we had no power. This year however I want fancier.

I'm a little torn but I think I want to build an outfit based on this Malco Modes skirt from um....shit wait. HA check it, this is the base. I want the skirt in black and the petticoat most likely in either purple or maybe some other color.



You get the gist though. With a cincher, probably not that one though. But that is the idea there.

With either my hot as hell patent knee high lace up boots or some other equally sexy shoe. I want to look fucking fancy.

I have no problem flying my freak flag at company functions. These people have seen me with the infamous (and much mourned) bright purple buzzcut. So sad I miss that hair even though the upkeep drove even your very own uber Femme o' doom insane.

Speaking of hair I am tempted to get Goddess Braids for the party too. Or maybe some kind of fancy weave.

That reminds me I'm keeping a hair care blog as well. I am -very- into learning how to care for my hair and retain growth. That can be read here. It's been a hard learning process.

I'm seriously about spent. Miss Poison I'll be contacting you soon. I'm a little brain dead just now.

Time to go and um..drink tea and window shop on the intertubes I'm exhausted.

Homo Out.

Tags: boring, clothes, random poop, WTF, big girl love, fat

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Things that crack me up.

As cranky as I generally am there are certain things that never ever fail to leave me gasping for breath laughing.

One of them is chubby happy babies. I was on the bus on my way to work and a woman with this adorable chubby cheeked, dimpled baby boy sat next to me and oh, my, LORD. Not only did he look like a doll with big dark eyes and these amazingly long eyelashes he was very happy, and decided to spend most of the time they were on the bus flirting with me.

He batted his eyelashes, smiled a big gummy maybe two tooth smile, babbled, pointed, drooled and all round was very very charming. His Mom was adorable too and kept blushing but I told her I didn't mind talking to her baby and that I think he's beautiful.

I will also spend hours on youtube watching baby laugh videos. There is one that I swear every time I watch it I about piss myself laughing.

Given that I have the love for the wee and portly, the crawling drooling poop machines known as human babies I actually have no desire to have one of my own. I love kids but plan on having none. I'll borrow other peoples when I get the jones for baby cuddles and milk breath.

Ok off of the subject of crawling drooling ankle chewing creatures and onto one of my favorite subjects, clothes.

If you've been reading for awhile you'll know that Torrid and I have a rocky relationship. That bitch is mean to me sometimes. I say bad things about her, she taunts me. It's a vicious cycle.

However, we had a beautiful and romantic moment in the form of a gigantic sale.

I bought....wait for it.....pants.

I know I know I had that whole moratorium on wearing pants but I found the secret to pants from Torrid. I need anything low rise. The regular rise comes up under my fucking tits.

I got myself a pair of dark wash boot cut low rise jeans, one pair black trousers, one pair black denim pin stripe capri pants (i cannot believe I actually like those), and two cami tops. For 45 dollars which is, unheard of. And I am excited.

However I am not in love with the fall line. Into the Woods I am from Seattle people, I coudl live and not see anymore fucking flannelish plaid. I don't hate plaid but really, come on now.

I do love some of the individual pieces from this line. I"m loving the richness of the brown stuff. I might have to get me some of that. Cause, chocolate on chocolate is sexy.

Granted take my opinion about these things with a grain of salt since I am still one with the goth side of the force.

Which leads me to my absolute amusement that people have been using some of my pieces on PolyVore. How cool is that? I find it very cool.

What else?

OH I've been experimenting with some new make up lately. I am starting to grow some love for Avon products. I've been using their Avon Transforming liquid. It's a similar product to Urban Decay's Eyeshadow transforming potion. Basically both products can turn any powder shadow into a liquid liner. The Avon is totally about 12 dollars cheaper and works wonderfully.

I am really enjoying using it and am looking forward to November/December when I am going to go on a cosmetics rampage. Actually I probably won't do that. I'll most likely continue my uber bargain hunting and occasional orders to Fyrinnae.

I also need to stock up on brushes which I'll probably get from ELF cosmetics (I am an affiliate for them if you shop there pretty please click the link down there) I like their brushes and the price is great. They have lasted me a lot longer than I thought they would.

And now confession time. I really really am over the summer already. I want my fucking foundation back. Why? Because I'm vain and I like looking all hot and brown and velvety not hot and brown and greasy spotty.

i am ready for boot wearing cool weather and make up that hasn't sweated off by the time I get to work.

I think that's all I am a tired cranky little fucker.

Homo Out.

Tags: clothes, make up, random

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Lydia Motherfucking Lunch.

As you might guess from the title I absolutely love Lydia Lunch. She is amazing. Seriously one of my fucking heroines.

As you might guess I'm also an Exene Cervenka fan too.

So yes before you ask I really love women who are frightening and challenging. Big fucking brains are sexy.

One thing they both have in common are these fantastic creative lives that I admit I envy.

I have promised myself that if I am ever successful enough with my creative life to support myself in a comfortable way (read that as not working a regular job or at least working somewhere that loves the freaky people and pays them big pimping monies) I am getting the words "fuck you" tattooed on the inside of my right middle finger.

Why would I do such a thing?

The flippant answer is because I goddamn want to. The more serious and honest answer is that's quite honestly how I feel about your average regular life. I don't need fame or fortune. I have no desire to be on magazine covers and TV. What I awnt is to live and work in irregular and wonderful places. With strange people doing strange things. In places where the fact that I want (or have) fuck you tattooed on my finger isn't indicative of non-hire be suspicious status but rather, where people will say right on. I want to spend my life living around and working with people who will look at that and say, "You're a nut but I love it."

That's what I've always wanted but for a long time I was afraid to even hope.

I thought for a long time that my want to live this strange and wonderful life was asking too much. It was that whole idea that people who don't walk the line of what's normal and what you're "supposed" to do are either insane or somehow less than other people.

It wasn't until I really grew into my Fuck You attitude that I realized that nobody has any fucking right to tell me how to live my life or what to dream about. It was very freeing to reach that point.

I have reached the point that I can temper my feelings of fuck you with the knowledge that I can't always say it. That sometimes yes I'm going to have to lower the freak flag a little bit. But now instead of getting all emo about it I can deal. That's a relief.

What else?

OH holy crap.

So I got my hands on Amira's Bellydance 101 DVD this weekend but didn't get to preview it until last night. And oh dear lord how I love this woman.

The first thing that struck me when watching the extras is that Amira has this lovely voice and is not a fitness trainer or instructor. To clarify I don't have anything against fitness instructors/trainers who teach belly dance but, it can be a daunting thing. At least for me personally. I have to say it's far more difficult for me to not feel like, "OMG how is my fat ass going to do that?" stupid I know.

Also I love the way Amira talks about bellydance in the beginning of the exercise portion. She talks about it being open to everybody, and you can tell from her tone of voice and the way she speaks that it's not just lip service. Also the DVD is slow paced enough that I won't hurt myself and she does a great job of showing you what she's talking about so I am excited.

If I had 90 extra dollars I would SO buy this PVC dress. I've never really been quite so interested in PVC. Again because I thought I was too fat and jiggly for such things. But fuck that. I want SHINY.

I also want this underbust corset. I still don't understand people hating on corsets. Personally aside from the back pain easing they can do I love being able to pretty much entirely change the shape of my body at will. It's fun.

But then again I still enjoy clothing more as costume than anything else. My rather theatrical sense of style is still totally in effect.

Speaking of I am pricing buying myself a set of dreadfalls to wear during the winter. Although I found a US supplier for Elysee star dreads that I could possibly find someone to put in for me if I can't figure out how to do it myself.

So yes, I am retreating further and further into the batcave. And also trying to figure out how to incorporate some more absurd things into my wardrobe without scandalizing my workplace.

Also my clothing tip for the day for sizes 0 to about 26 is Frederick's of Hollywood.

In some of their items you can have measurements up to 52-45-54 or so. And of course if things are stretchy those can be fudged some. And they have super hoochie shoes that go from size 5 to 15.5. So listen big footed big titty havin hotties. Go get your hoochie on.

Also if something isn't listed in your size do not be afraid to call. I've been shopping with Frederick's for years and years and have always had friendly helpful people. I like them TONS more than Victoria's secret.

I think that's all I'm going to make tea and listen to music.

Homo Out.

Tags: bellydance, big girl love, clothes, synth dreads

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Babbling.

First of all my outfit and make up rules today. Mike said I look like an anime villain. I'm wearing knee high uber buckle ass stomping boots, (my boots have a few less buckles but are the last version of the boots linked) black capri pants, a black sleeveless tank thing and my black velvet hoody. And I am wearing blood red eyeshadow all over my lid and under my eye with some black on the waterline and my usual shitload of mascara. Big shiny slightly red lips.

Grr baby very grr.

Also Seattle loves a black goth girl. I had five people stop me on my way to work to tell me how cute I am.

That my friends is ego masturbation at it's finest.

I have not been feeling entirely fabulous today. Matter of fact I've been feeling ugly and weird and sad. However as I've proven to myself time and again ass kicking outfit=Beasty starts feeling better.

However I am in dire need of a hot boy/girl/whatever in booty shorts and boots to black my boots. I have got a serious jones for that like you people don't even know. I haven't had a boot blacking experience in awhile and I WANT. Mmm boot worship.

Wait what? I seriously got very distracted there for a minute.

I also have hours of ass kicking music loaded. Sevendust. Tool, The Deftones, Maxwell, Lou Reed and John Cale, Otep and Ella Fitzgerald. All on shuffle.

what else?

Note to self, mini donuts and a buttload of coffee does not a proper breakfast make. Way too much coffee cause WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE in the lightening.

Now let's talk about books. I've been reading some really great ones lately.

I just finished The Persistent Desire: A Femme-Butch Reader edited by Joan Nestle. As usual when I read queer history I almost always end up with this half wistful feeling. I walk away wondering what if? And generally come up with the same answer, I'd have either have been a famous Dyke of Evil Proportions who got assassinated or lived some quiet wonderful long life with the blue collar butch of my dreams. Good things to think about either way. The really great thing about this book is there is a lot of material from people who were there. And some of it was just heartbreaking to read. But I highly suggest it. (And Cookie, seriously make room in your luggage for it, it's a chunky fuckin book.)

Last night on the bus I read The Enchanter. by Vladimir Nabokov. Now if Lolita upset you I really don't suggest reading this book. Granted the subject matter (pedophilia) is fucking horrible but, Nabokov's use of language transcends the horror and becomes just fucking sublime. He is one of the only authors I've ever read who can do that with any sort of effectiveness. His use of language is so beautiful, even though I KNOW the subject matter is fucking evil, I forget about it and get lost. And his ability to impart the main characters state of mind in twisted "burnt tongue" type ways. Sly reversals of words that ease the disorientation into your mind without being cheesy or too much of a slap in the face. ..."some black salad devouring a green rabbit." The book is just beautiful. And this particular edition was translated by his son and has a fascinating afterward also written by his son.

I'm rereading Whores and Other Feminists edited by Jill Nagle.(Amelia I am spreading the whoring again. :P) Mostly to tide myself over until I get my hands on the copy of the Janus Report that I bought here in El Jay land. I cannot wait to read that. I've been wanting to since it came out.

OH website news. I finally got my payment to actually be processing. So fingers crossed my hosting company takes their monies with swiftness because I want my fucking BLOG back.

OH holy shit I did actual writing yesterday. I'm working on stories that are both presents for friends. One for my Cookie who in return will let me ogle her luscious creamy boobs of greatness. And one for another friend who has no boobs but if I get him drunk might send me a picture of his butt.

I probably wrote about 8 pages all together which is phenomenal. And probably about 80% of the reason I feel better today. Also wrote some emo poetry that I may or may not post later.

And um Forrest and Amelia (Yes you two) why are you trying to kill me with the Batty pictures? I will probably go comment but OMFG. I really -really- love those. And why do I suddenly have a serious urge to stuff you both in my bra (there's room trust me) and kidnap you for an evening of DD's and beer?

And on a pervy note. I was listening to Devil Driver the other day and if the lead singer Dez Fafara fucks anything like he sings he is going on my list of people who need to get it from me. Right in the nono area. Probably after a good tussle.

I'm just saying.

Also I have decided that David Beckham in all his hotness (though he must be bald for this fantasy to work) is on my list of men who I'd beat the crap of then bend over and make call me Daddy. Seriously. He's hot and I don't know what it is about him but he's on that list.

Ok I'm done perving all over the place for now. And one last neato thing. My Last.FM widget. If you scrobble feel free to friend me.

Homo Out.




And fucking widget WORK or I will PEE on you.

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Accessories an me...I have a problem.

Hi, My name is Shannon and I am a purse addict.

I fucking love purses. And other accessories.

I pared down my collection quite a bit in the last few years. Ihave 2 full size soft sided briefcase messenger bags, 1 smalish black ammo bag(messenger bag with cute little pockets), 1 Elvis Purse, 1 fantastic purple carryall style purse, 1 black and red flame demonia purse, 1 small black clubbing purse, 1 burlap/black Goddess tote bag, 1 old raggedy black backpack.

Probably one or two others i'm forgetting here. You get my point here. I love purses and I am in the market for a new one. Here are some I'm liking.



That purse is so damn cute. Does anything else say me except a purse that says fuck all over it.

Next I want this belt I had one at some point but it's gone now.



Jingle jangle look how my gluteous dangle. My homage to Missy.



SO freaking cute. With enough room for all my assorted crap.

Okay I need to stop now I need an intervention. We won't even discuss shoes mmkay?

Now Homo Really Out.

Tags: clothes, purses, obsession

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Oh man.

Okay I just read that Ricki Lake is now a size 4. I don't even want to link the story.

That makes me kinda sad.

What is it with the size 4? Aside from it being a sample size. I read an old interview with Kelis where in part of the interview she said something to the effect that since she's a size 4 and has some other thing she's entirely super fabulous.

Granted if losing weight means better health and/or being happy do it but good lord.

Whatever.

I don't feel like trying to dissect my feelings about it right now.

In other news one of my FAVORITE places to buy relatively cheap plus size clothes is no longer such a good deal. They had a huge site redesign and now nothing over a size L. They went from having about 300 choices to a single page of cheap looking ugly shirts.

I am really sad now.

Their sizing runs really small as it is.

I think that these are signs. No seriously I do.

I'm finding more and more of my favorite clothing is becoming unavailable in my size. Which is telling me I hope that I really need to start making my own clothes again.

I've got ideas out the wazoo.

Now just need the loot to make some of them reality.

Barring that donations to the Shannon needs new fucking clothes fund. Payable in cash, check or sexual favors.

Okay I think I'm about done here I am going to go ogle some uh...stuff.

Tags: fat, DIY, clothes, gossip, random

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I like presents.

So I can't sleep per usual so I've been making beauty wishlists. Good lord.

Call me a whore but I don't care. Send me presents and I might show you my boobs.

I also accept e gift cards with a glad glad heart.

So first is Urban Decay because much as I don't care for their customer service, I do love their fucking expensive ass products. Which apparently they don't have a send link so I can't display it. Suffice it to say my wishlist is chock full of lipgloss, glittery liquid eyeliners and fabulous shadows. Fuckers.

Next up is Torrid. The bitch and I are back together for now.

See it here. Mmm clothes. If you look you'll notice the thigh high hosiery is sized up. Mainly because I have teh thighs o' doom and hate it when stockings roll or pinch my fat. It annoys me and it's not cute. A little too big is WAY better than a little too small.

I am also really into socks right now.

One thing that annoys me is the plethora of nylon based fancy socks. Nylon makes my feet sweat. But I will suffer stank foot for cute socks. Onwards.

Sock it To me Skull socks. Also this store gets bonus points for having thinner and bigger models. Big bonus points.

Argyle with skulls. Fucking hawt.

Ninja socks. Who doesn't need ninja fucking socks? Come on people.

Dresses. I am really wanting dresses right now. I have one casual one.
Rock Steady Spider House Dress Such a cute dress.

HotRod Voodoo Pirate Circle Skirt that is so fucking cute it hurts my head.

Other garments:
Rock Steady Spider Cardigan who doesn't love a big titty girl in a tight sweater?

Goddamn man. As mentioned below I need to make more monies if for nothing else than to have a fabulous wardrobe. And the loot to buy materials to make more fabulous wardrobe.

It's five in the fucking morning I should try to sleep now. Off to dream of fabulous things hopefully.

Homo Out.

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Bears lookin in my window

The title refers to this article I read on CNN. Bears crack me up when they aren't you know, doing bear things like ripping off faces.

A tip from your citified Nudiemuse, leave the bears the hell alone.

What else?

The weather has been lovely today. Sunny bright and chilly. So I am wearing a favorite outfit. Black knee length slipdress, crepe button up shirt thing, black tights, mary janes. Similarly simple make up, a swoosh of black liquid liner, buttload of mascara. Shiny barely pink lips.

In other news that payper click thing I was nattering about (the gangster greed link at your right) paid the other day. 10$. Some people scoff at that but, that's a weeks worth of coffee, a pack of imported cigarettes, a few feel goods etc. It all helps. I am actually saving it though, I've got more coming this week or next. I am actually saving up for henna to treat my hair with.

I am excited because I don't mind clicking away for goodies.

The next thing I need to save up for is a digital camera of some sort. I don't really need anything fancy but I'd like to start auctioning regularly to make some of the proverbial extra moolahs and I don't have a camera to use. And I refuse to sell stuff without taking photos.

I will also need some plastic tubs for storage.

This year I am getting my fucking hustle on if it kills me goddamn it.

I also think I'm going to seriously sew. I'm a little scare but fuck it.

My birfday is coming up and I've been considering what I want to do to celebrate the big 30 and I'm kind of coming up short.

I could kind of go for some new hair. Braids or something maybe. I don't know.

I'm going to go make more tea and do more clicking. I want henna now.

Homo Out.

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Bus ride tales and sexy shoes.

Today while riding the bus I watched a man watching me out of the corner of my eye. I imagine that behind my big dark glamorous glasses and slight smile he was probably thinking I looked rather content.

Actually I was listening to Slipknot at ear splitting levels and having a very visceral daydream about jumping up and down on the seats, swinging a bat and screaming at the top of my lungs while I brained every living thing within swinging distance. It was quite the little fantasy I had going. Brain matter and scared citizens ahoy.

I didn't do it naturally.

I don't carry a bat.

Anyhow if you see me walking around Seattle with headphones and a little smile, that's probably what I'm thinking.

I have a fantastic migraine brewing that I am attempting to stave off with Advils and caffiene. I also have some fabulous Japanese lobster chip/cracker things that are actually made with shrimp.

Odd but tasty.

For those who don't know me well the above mentioned day dream is something I do fairly often. I think that is probably what's kept me from committing felonious assault. And no, I'm not a violent person. Not overly so anyway. However, I do have a little temper problem and often imagine myself committing bloody acts of retribution to make people pay for their fucking stupidity.

It's really a good thing I'm not armed.

The big difference between me and most criminals is that I have better impulse control.

I am really kind of annoyed right now. I not only punched several holes in my tights with my nails. (How is it that when my nails are very long I have no issue with hosiery, I cut them shorter and BAM holes in motherfucking everything) I also am wearing an old Lane Bryant skirt. It's a lovely skirt, black and white sheerish overlayer with a black underlayer. However there are no anchoring stitches between the two layers. And the way it's cut the overlayer does weird things around my hips and makes the skirt hang a little funny.

So yes the pants are still not happening. Today in addition to the aforementioned skirt I am wearing black tights, black mary janes, a black pseudo corset laced top, with my black velvety hoody over the works to keep me from freezing my tits off.

Yesterday the bottom half o my outfit was hot. A burgundy "prarie" *meaning long a-line with a ruffly hem* skirt, with a black broomstick skirt with embroidery around the hem. I layered the two because the black skirt is SO fucking long. I actually had the waist band pinned to my bra people and it was still ankle length. I folded the drawstring waist band of the burgundy overskirt so you could see the embroidery on the other one. I liked it. I also wore my cream colored big thick longsocks and mary janes. The top of the outfit just did not work and made my torso look weirdly lumpy. Next time I try that I might opt for one of my babydoll style tops.

My face is looking nice. I've mastered using mineral foundation and the sample of mineral finish I got from Fyrinae is marvelous. My skin looks nice and velvety. I could go for a little more sparkle but that's not a must.

Goddamn it I fucking hate Windows 98. For some reason that is entirely beyond me I just lost everything in my taskbar and I wasn't doing anything. Fuck sake.

What an amazing piece of shit. So before I lose this entry entirely I'm going to move desks. Mission accomplished, I even have music going.

And okay, take my goth card RIGHT fucking now I still love that goddamn Sexy/Back song by Justin Timberlake. It makes me a little ashamed.

Speaking of bubble pop I must also admit to the following. That song Dirrty by Christina Aguilara. Still makes me shake my ass. Also still LOVE Pink's first album. Makes me shake my ass. And Pimp Juice by Nelly. I am still convinced that my days would be fourteen times better if that song played everytime I walk in a room.

Someone should make that happen. Right now.

Monk has an interesting bit on the Boston Kink Scene. Things like that make me wonder how much time do police departments in various places spend trying to bust those kinky perverted type people?

I'm left wondering are there special units? Undercover cops getting tied up to bust evil enjoyers of kink? I keep having this fuzzy picture in my head of some big burly cop in full Cop Regalia spanking some chick or boy then slapping on the cuffs for an actual trip downtown rather than say, a figurative one that involves getting a blowjob.

I really question how enforcible laws like that are. How does one go about arresting someone for doing something that might be illegal in the letter of the law but not in the intent? Are you going to waste tax dollars with an arrest and trial etc just to prove someone likes to get beat on, and that they shouldn't?

Amerika, seriously this legislating morality bullshit needs to stop yesterday. It has never worked in the past and does not work now. So lets spend our time doing things like, I dunno arresting killers, muggers, rapists, helping out the community. You know fostering a good relationship between the community and police so instead of people throwing rocks and getting pissed off they come for help and become willing to help out.

I know, I must be crazy.

Okay I think it's time for ginger tea and something else to nosh on.

Goodnight Sally.

Homo Out.

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Unplanned hiatus etc

So I took another unplanned hiatus. No special reason really.

Right this instant I am currently scouring ebay for something cute to wear to the Christmas party. Thus far I am vastly unimpressed.

But the following lyric makes me feel better:

I got a cute face chubby waist....

Mmm Missy Elliot to the rescue when the ole girl here is feeling fluffy and fat.

The chub feeling (while yes based partly in reality) is also sort of in there with the fact that I'm fairly bloated today from week long stomach issues. That icky post stomach anger puff.

I'll get over it.

I'm really very tempted to wear something bordering on outlandish to the company giftmas party this year. Mainly because I missed Halloween and haven't worn anything remotely outlandish in a very eon.

I am leaning towards something gothic lolita ish(yeah I know enough with that already but i can't really help myself). I really like this skirt but a.)it's expensive and b.) I don't have the proper boots or top to wear with it.

I really need to either strike the lotto or find a much better paying job so I can dress in a more appropriately fabulous fashion. Because it would make me really -really- happy.

I also am still seriously jonesing about wanting to have some synth dreads installed. I still may wind up doing it myself after purchasing a kit or somesuch.

And I'm spent I'm still not entirely in the mood for this.

So yeah.

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