The Saturday that was not a Saturday.
Aug. 6th, 2005 | 10:51 pm
mood:
calm
First and foremost:
Happy Birthday
angelbuffy0! *smooches Tara* May all your naked David dreams come true.
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It's MUCH cooler here today, which is a relief. Heat makes me all woggy and unproductive. Of course, I was supposed to head over to S's this afternoon, but I just don't feel like hanging out today. I feel like buckling down and getting some writing done!
I suck at poetry, have I ever mentioned that? And I'm trying to work up to writing some to submit for greeting cards. Predictably, it all sucks. But I will persevere. I mean... have you READ the crap they put on greeting cards? Seriously.
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BWAH!
copperbadge cracks me up, even when he's discussing "Moronic Design". Hee. Seriously. Check it out. I refuse to call it "Intelligent Design". It should be called what it is -- BIBLICAL CREATIONISM. Down with bullshit semantics designed to fool the easily duped masses.
We need to set up Secular Schools, like "Christian" Schools, but based on facts. Which, of course, is what PUBLIC education in the US is SUPPOSED to be, but this is the AEON OF DUB, after all. Facts, schmacts.
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David's Abs or No? The controversy continues. *G*
I still say -- a steak and beer (or any other human) man NEVER has abs that show clearly through an opaque tee shirt.
Not that I won't continue to drool happily like a good insane fangirl. Check out the entire spread at
david_b_daily. And omg did they dress him (or, quite possibly, he dressed himself) in some FUGLY clothes.
Rule #1 for DB photo shoots: Do not let the boy choose his own clothes.
Rule #2: Water. Lots and lots of water. Bathtub, wet shirt, whatever, as long as he's soaked.
Rule #3: You can never go wrong with chains and nudity.
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Today's selection from : Why are people such rude assholes? Aka: get a real hobby.
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Heh. I was playing with one of those magnetic poem generators. ( Check it out: )
Hee. Pretentious, nonsensical and wordy. I like it. *G* I'm a bloody awful poet. Like ee cummings or Pablo Neruda, in a way.
Happy Birthday
~
It's MUCH cooler here today, which is a relief. Heat makes me all woggy and unproductive. Of course, I was supposed to head over to S's this afternoon, but I just don't feel like hanging out today. I feel like buckling down and getting some writing done!
I suck at poetry, have I ever mentioned that? And I'm trying to work up to writing some to submit for greeting cards. Predictably, it all sucks. But I will persevere. I mean... have you READ the crap they put on greeting cards? Seriously.
~
BWAH!
We need to set up Secular Schools, like "Christian" Schools, but based on facts. Which, of course, is what PUBLIC education in the US is SUPPOSED to be, but this is the AEON OF DUB, after all. Facts, schmacts.
~
David's Abs or No? The controversy continues. *G*
I still say -- a steak and beer (or any other human) man NEVER has abs that show clearly through an opaque tee shirt.
Not that I won't continue to drool happily like a good insane fangirl. Check out the entire spread at
Rule #1 for DB photo shoots: Do not let the boy choose his own clothes.
Rule #2: Water. Lots and lots of water. Bathtub, wet shirt, whatever, as long as he's soaked.
Rule #3: You can never go wrong with chains and nudity.
~
Today's selection from : Why are people such rude assholes? Aka: get a real hobby.
~
Heh. I was playing with one of those magnetic poem generators. ( Check it out: )
Hee. Pretentious, nonsensical and wordy. I like it. *G* I'm a bloody awful poet. Like ee cummings or Pablo Neruda, in a way.
