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No on Prop 8

Thu, 16 Oct 2008 21:47:41 GMT

Prop 8: Eliminates the right of same sex couples to marry

Facts v. Fiction

Proponents of Prop 8 continue to lie in their television ads.
Here’s what’s fiction and what’s fact:

Fiction: Teaching children about same-sex marriage will happen here unless we pass Prop 8.

Fact: Not one word in Prop 8 mentions education, and no child can be forced, against the will of their parents, to be taught anything about health and family issues at school. California law prohibits it, and the Yes on 8 campaign knows they are lying. Sacramento Superior Court Judge Timothy Frawley has already ruled that this claim by Prop 8 proponents is “false and misleading.”

Fiction: Churches could lose their tax-exemption status.

Fact: Nothing in Prop 8 would force churches to do anything. In fact, the court decision regarding marriage specifically says “no religion will be required to change its religious policies or practices with regard to same-sex couples, and no religious officiant will be required to solemnize a marriage in contravention of his or her religious beliefs.”

Fiction: A Massachusetts case about a parent’s objection to the school curriculum will happen here.

Fact: Unlike Massachusetts, California gives parents an absolute right to remove their kids and opt-out of teaching on health and family instruction they don’t agree with. The opponents know that California law already covers this and Prop 8 won’t affect it, so they bring up an irrelevant case in Massachusetts.

Fiction: Four Activist Judges in San Francisco…

Fact: Prop 8 is not about courts and judges, it’s about eliminating a fundamental right. Judges didn’t grant the right, the constitution guarantees the right. Proponents of Prop 8 use an outdated and stale argument that judges aren’t supposed to protect rights and freedoms. This campaign is about whether Californians, right now, in 2008 are willing to amend the constitution for the sole purpose of eliminating a fundamental right for one group of citizens.

Fiction: People can be sued over personal beliefs.

Fact: California’s laws already prohibit discrimination against anyone based on race, religion, gender, or sexual orientation. This has nothing to do with marriage.

Fiction: Pepperdine University supports the Yes on 8 campaign.

Fact: The university has publicly disassociated itself from Professor Richard Peterson of Pepperdine University, who is featured in the ad, and has asked to not be identified in the Yes on 8 advertisements.

Fiction: Unless Prop 8 passes, CA parents won’t have the right to object to what their children are taught in school.

Fact: California law clearly gives parents and guardians broad authority to remove their children from any health instruction if it conflicts with their religious beliefs or moral convictions.

Regardless of how you feel about the issue, we should not eliminate fundamental rights for ANY Californians. Please vote NO on Prop 8.

Really?

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 06:29:34 GMT

Dear Senator McCain,

Are you fucking kidding me?

Just Wondering,

Ian T.

P.S.
Ms Palin - Shut up. I get it. You're from Alaska.

Because you can't get enough about the pig and lipstick references

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 14:57:36 GMT

Interesting article I read this morning.

I can’t stress how important it is that we all vote in this election, especially in the Asian community where our numbers are so underrepresented. It amazes me that our age group can tell you the life history of LC on the hills, but can’t for the life of them pull a single detail about our presidential candidates beyond the fact that one is black and the other has a female running mate. If we can remain informed about the on-goings of Britney Spears’ vagina, we can definitely educate ourselves about the current political climate.

BTW. If you are in SD, Hillcrest is putting on their Eat, Drink, and the Freedom to Marry event. Participating restaurants in the area will donate a portion of their profits toward campaigning against prop 8. Please visit www.noonprop8.com for more information.

So come out and support the gays. Please don’t take away my right to have a wedding full of pink taffeta and lace. More importantly, join me and telling our governor that we will NOT deny people the same freedoms and rights others enjoy because they are different.

Guide to flirting for pride

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:06:04 GMT

Since SD Pride is right around the corner (the gays are all over the gym right now) I thought it would be appropriate to post some flirting tips from comedienne and queer advocate Margaret Cho:

1) Add 15 minutes of cardio to your workout. I don’t know why this helps but it does! If you don’t want to do this, just up your reps. Or just pretend that you did both and wear something short/tight/nonexistent…

2) Surround yourself with people who are already in love with you or have been in love with you and are over it but still like to hang out. This is very important. The way you interact with people has a great deal to do with how you feel about yourself. The collective gaze that you find yourself in must flatter you, make you feel gorgeous and perfect and loved. It is better than makeup and even more important than good lighting. Make sure your target can see you having a really good time with your friends. Be sure to laugh and throw your head back a lot and show your teeth.

3) Nobody is beyond your reach. Remember that you are the most beautiful creature and if they don’t seem to be into you, they are just shy! If you see someone you like but don’t know, don’t hesitate to approach them. Do it right away, because if you think about it for too long, you will lose your nerve, it will become too intimidating and scary because as the seconds pass, you start thinking too much about how you will come off. Just do it. Remember #3.

4) When you do go up and talk to someone, try starting with a light yet playful opener. For example, “Want to get married? Let’s just get married now and work out the relationship stuff later. Like I’m thinking honeymoon first – then let’s get to know each other…” This is a good opener because it is funny, sexual, aggressive – but also so aggressive that it is non-committal. This is a common ploy of mine – be so aggressive that no one can take you seriously, even though you are totally serious in your own way. Another good opener is a fake breakup: “You know, it is really not going to work between us. Your eyes/ass/whatever are too nice. It is going to get in the way of US.” This is a good opener too because you are subtly rejecting them before they have a chance to do anything – so naturally, they are going to try to get back into your fake good graces. Slightly devaluing someone is better than compliments – it puts you in an authoritative position right away – just don’t over do it! No insults or racial slurs!!

5) Conversation is easy – you say something, they say something. Don’t let it scare you! Just remember, everyone is scared. We are all scared all the time of each other and ourselves. This world is meant for the brave, and it is hard because everyone starts out terrified - everyone is born afraid.

6) The other important thing to remember is after you start a conversation with your target, do not walk away too fast. This is where most people falter in flirting. They work to get someone interested and talking, and then they get nervous and make an excuse to get another drink or go to the bathroom. don’t do this. If the conversation lags, just stand there. Take a moment to look into the eyes of your target. Maybe share a secret smile. Don’t act as if the silence is awkward or anything other than what it is – nature – and that is the secret to all of it.

Flirting is nature – mother nature taking its course. This is how I can get away with as much as I do. I put it down to nature. I am just following my flirting nature – propagating the species (sort of – well, not making babies, but certainly pulling more than a few out of the closet). I blame my flirtatiousness all on nature – it is the call of the wild! It’s not my fault!! There’s so much more…I really should write a book on this…

To read more about the adorable Miss Cho visit: www.MargaretCho.com/blog

I fucking adore her. She's such an inspiration and just a wonderful human being.

This much I know:

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 22:25:00 GMT

Interesting little tidbits I’ve collected betwixt year 27 and year 28

I have a TRAGIC attraction to guys whose names begin with the letters BR.
Some examples: Brian, Brandon, Brendon, Brody, Brioche. Hotness and seemingly well-put together lives aside, any attempt at a relationship with a BR ends up a tickety, tackity, tranny of a heart broken mess.

Geminis are trouble
And hot. I’m inexplicably attracted to Geminis. I can sniff em out 10 miles away in a room full of millions. I think I’m attracted to their duality – which in turn, is why it never works out.

Cardio is not fun
A necessary part of preserving the sexy – but still not fun. No matter how much music I stock pile on my i-pod to make running seem like a party, I always end up looking at the time to see when the party ends.

Being facetious is an art form
If you don’t do it correctly you just look like an asshole.

There’s a fine line between being a flirt and being a complete ho
At least with gay guys. I thought I was being flirty and fun – apparently I was giving off a yes-you-are-getting-some-pheromone. Read: You don’t give off potential boyfriend signals by pinching someone’s nipples at a bar.

UC San Diego is the best
I remember counting down the days to graduation, and now I’m back on campus as a full-fledged working professional. It’s amazing to be able to come back to the institution that gave me so much. It’s even more rewarding to help other students achieve their goals and dreams.

Love hurts
This betch has been dating like pre-divorced Whitney on a cocaine binge. And while I’ve got a trail of failed relationships behind me, the experiences have taught me so much about myself and what I really need in a man. Love might hurt sometimes but the rewards out weigh the pain. Just remember you get what you put out – so play nice. Be honest, be kind, be patient. Love hard.

It’s ok to be friends
Just because it didn’t work out romantically doesn’t mean that you can’t have a meaningful relationship with someone. Even after bumping hips.

It’s ok to not be friends
I just don’t get along with some people. And over time, I realize that the relationships I’ve had with some friends aren’t what they used to be. You don’t have to be BFFs with everyone. Let people be, maintain a level civility, and wish them the best in all their endeavors. You can go your separate ways without being an asshole. Treat each other with respect.

I miss my grandma
My grandma passed away in mid-February of this year. She taught me so much while she was here but her greatest lesson was in teaching me how precious life really is. It can be taken away in an instant, so make life what you want it to be today.

Thank you to everyone who made it out for my birthday this past Thurs. From what I can remember I had a great time. Thanks for your love and friendship. I really do have the greatest friends. Loves you!

Sad face

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 01:17:12 GMT

What I remember is a sunrise. The gentle hum of reverberating church bells. Hands placed firmly on my hips, I remember he pulled me close. It was like waking for the first time. What it must feel like to be missed. It was don’t worry I’ll see you soon. Release. A smile. Disarmament. Beautiful vulnerability.

Was he merely plotting an escape? Was this all part of some intricate ruse to bring down all my defenses - goading me into sweet submission. Is it that my memory is so cruel or did he play his part so well he fooled everyone around me? There were no warning signs. He was not frigid, not mean, not heartless. I sensed no malice. I don’t remember any deception. I don’t remember any lie on his lips. What I remember is a sunrise – the moment we shared our last kiss.

The thought of you/and when you’re gone/the world spins madly on…

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 23:17:49 GMT

No matter how old you get heartaches never become any easier. While I might have gained better perspective as I've matured, and grown stronger both mentally and emotionally, heartache has always been difficult for me. I've drowned my sorrows in alcohol, gone away on vacation and whored myself out to just about anyone. The only thing that's ever seemed to help is time. So I've learned and so I know better. As you get older you learn to leave a situation with grace. You cut your losses and walk away with dignity - instead of like Courtney Love during the onset of heroin withdrawals. And while you leave polished and respectfully, there's always that numbing pain that lingers. The reminder of what not to do next time, intertwined with the piece of you that will always care. It's always that part of the healing process that I find the most painful. The part of you that still yearns to be with someone you can't be with although you know that things are better left the way they are.

The hardest thing isn't really good bye. It's accepting that life will go on, that within seconds of saying good-bye, the world has already quickened its pace – and everyone moves on. It's keeping up with the rest of the world that screws me up. I'm wide awake, going through the motions of my day while caught in the phantom embrace of someone who stopped caring for me a long time ago. I find myself showered in his imaginary kisses, and helplessly drawn into a bottomless melancholic nostalgia for what was never meant to be. And the fucked up thing about all of it - this entire process is inevitable and absolutely necessary. It's what makes love so precious and so important; realizing that in one instant it can all be taken away. I just always seem to find myself on the loosing end.

I find that I love hard, maybe a little too fast, but always with extreme caution and everything I've got. I've always believed that it isn't worth it if you don't give everything. The only problem with that is there's always nothing left once it's over. I've also found that I'm slow to heal. I'm always amazed at the speed of which my former paramours can move on. Am I that easy to forget? That easy to replace? Was I alone in everything that I felt? How long did I look so foolish to the rest of the world? The answer of course, is that none of these questions matter. It's realizing that it wasn't meant to be, and everything you let slide, all the shit you put up with, you can never put up with again.

I'm learning that these situations are practice for your true love. It takes a few missteps to finally get your footing. Takes a few assholes to appreciate how simple a good relationship really should be. I'm currently clearing the way for someone new, whoever he might be. I'm cleaning up my mess, and getting ready to do it all over again, knowing full well that I might find myself in the same place. I'm going to continue to love hard and fast, but with less caution and with even more than I've got. It sounds absolutely crazy, but it really isn't worth it if you don't give everything. Heartache might not get any easier with age but here's the one thing that also holds true – the heart is the only broken instrument that works.

I will Survive

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 17:29:59 GMT

I've been going to an acupuncturist for two years now for an injury I've had on my wrist. Over this time I've grown really close to the staff, especially Mark, my acupuncturist. He is a great guy and has this uncanny ability to lift my spirits even when he doesn't know that I am having a bad day. I saw him today and we were having a wonderful conversation. In the middle of it he paused and said, "You know, everything heals. We might not even notice it when it happens – but eventually, what hurts us will always heal. We just have to give it time to get there. "

I don't know if he was talking about my wrist, my shoulder, or my leg (I know, I know…why am I old lady spice?) or if he knew that something was troubling my heart. I thanked him for his kind words and he smiled. It was hard to hold back my tears as he left the room while I finished my treatment.

The context of his words was simple, but I found so much meaning in them. There are times when things are hurting us so badly that it seems like they will never heal, but they always do. Perhaps not in the way we would have liked, but they heal, and we move on and before we know it, years pass and we live like nothing ever happened before.

I am going through something right now - waiting for time to heal a wound I inflicted on myself. While I thought I was broken, I've come to realize that I've only been bruised. It only hurts at the moment, but I know in time I will heal and my experiences will serve to strengthen me.

When Mark came back to check on me I asked him "What do you do with a love that's started to grow in your heart, when you know the person you want to give it to doesn't want you." And he answered, "You give it to someone who does - someone who will love you exactly as you are – injuries and all."

Hurts so good

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 08:23:06 GMT

I love love love this song. I've been listening to it all day. I first heard this version at a colorguard competition. Bonita High School did a beautiful routine to this and by the end of the performance the girls on the team were in tears. It was so moving to see how the power of the song and the story they were telling really moved them. I'm not ashamed to admit that I teared a little bit watching them.

I never understood the lyrics, but my heart figured out the gist of what was being said. It's amazing how music can do that to you. What's even more crazy is that I found the sheet music for this song sitting on my piano today. I've been playing it throughout the night, in between renders for the video I'm working on. I'm not really good with words, but the experience of each play was so catharic I nearly cried the last time I played it. It was like I was able to purge the stress and grief I've been going through lately. I realize that my problems are totally insignificant compared to what's going on in the world, and what's going on with some of my dear, dear friends, but it was nice to find release.

Sorry for the cheese. It's late, I'm in a mood, and I might very well be starting my cycle. Nitey Nite.

Mi Mancherai (Il Postino) :: Josh Groban

Mi mancherai se te ne vai
Mi mancherà la tua serenità
Le tue parole come canzoni al vento
E l'amore che ora porti via
Mi mancherai se te ne vai
Ora per sempre non so come vivere
E l'allegria, amica mia, va via con te

Mi mancherai, mi mancherai, perchè vai via
Perchè l'amore in te si è spento
Perchè, perchè...
Non cambierà niente lo so
E dentro sento te

Mi mancherai, mi mancherai, perchè vai via
Perchè l'amore in te si è spento
Perchè, perchè...
Non cambierà niente lo so
E dentro sento te

Mi mancherà l'immensità
Dei nostri giorni e notti insieme noi
I tuoi sorrisi quando si fa buio
La tua ingenuità da bambina, tu...

Mi mancherai amore mio
Mi guardo e trovo un vuoto dentro me
E l'allegria, amica mia, va via con te

Spread the word

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 18:19:04 GMT

I opened up an online store. It's not completely finished and I still have a lot of stuff I'd like to put up, but I welcome you to take a look around (and maybe purchase something). Any way, thanks for the support. Now go and tell everyone you know about POGI BOI!

www.cafepress.com/pogiboi

PS
The stickers were pretty much just for testing purposes, I plan on posting new ones over the weekend. I have Bebot stickers for all the girls (and gays) too.

WTF are you talking about?

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 06:29:47 GMT

Melissa R. was robbed. No more PCD for me.

Where the FUCK is Waldo?

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 19:10:54 GMT

I always hated the Where's Waldo books from grade school. We only had 2 books in our classroom so we’d have to share them – which involved 5 or 6 students crammed around a book hurriedly looking for that perpetually lost guy so that the next group of 6 could do the same thing. I was never very good at finding him. And no one liked me in their Waldo group because I was basically dead weight. They’d seriously strategically shut me out as we farther and farther into the book.

Apparently they now have a Where’s Waldo website. And just to let you know, I’m still horrible at finding him. I should never join a search and rescue team. If you are lost and need help, please don’t call me.

I never realized it then but Where’s Waldo is seriously some sadistic shit. First off, where the fuck is Waldo going? Why are there so many damn people in one place? Like, how did a million people get in the ocean? What are they doing there in the first place? That honestly can’t be safe.

And what’s even weirder is the crazy shit they have you find after you’ve found Waldo. Like Man with head on fire, or shark faced woman, or runaway baby carriage. Who thinks of this stuff? Doesn’t anyone else in the Waldo world care? You’re standing next to a man on fire, please do something.

I’m thinking about this way too much.

ANYWAY

I heart the Pussycat Dolls for many reasons – the number one reason being that they are the living embodiment of the Bratz Dollz. But to be perfectly honest, I have a hard time remembering all of them. The only doll I know by name (and actually care for) is Nicole Scherzinger. (Eden’s crush represent!). I only recently realized that the group had another dark haired girl. I always used to mistake her for Nicole, and would wonder out loud why she was tan in one shot and then totally pallid the next. Guess that solves that mystery.

The two blondes are completely interchangeable to me – even with one being a Barbie doll and the other, a wannabe punk rock star. I know the remaining two as the drag queen (you know the one I'm talking about) and the chick who gets to sing the parts that are too high for Nicole (albeit negligible oohhhs and aahhhhs).

Well, apparently the Pussycat Dolls are searching for a seventh member. If things weren’t complicated enough for you, it appears that PCD is planning to confuse the American public into believing that they are actually one single shape-shifting entity.

I think it’s a set-up. I totally have this theory that the new girl is going to replace Nicole because we all know she’s been waiting to pull out her Beyonce’ card since day one.

In college we learned that tv shows and pop bands like to have a large number of diverse members so that differing demographics can relate to someone. But this sounds like overkill. Seven girls? In one group? I mean, I get it. You’ve got the blonde girls for the blonde kids. (And evidently, since the whole of America is nearly blonde, having two blondes makes total sense). You’ve got someone for the punk rock kids, and you get a 2fer with the half black/half Latina chick. Nicole is half-Asian so you have all the Asian kids covered. You’ve got the trannies covered for sure. The gays are in there because the girls are the living Barbie dolls they wish they had when they were growing up. The straight guys and the lesbians are happy because they’ve got 6 pairs of boobies to pick from. While they won’t admit to listening to the music, they’ll buy the posters and calendars, and will download all the pictures so they have something to add to their j/o folders. I mean that’s pretty much it isn’t it? Am I missing something here PCD? What else are we trying to cover?

Anyway, I know it sounds like I’m bitching but I’m just confused about the idea. 7 girls seems like a lot of bitches in one room, but S Club 7 was moderately popular so what the hell do I know? So yeah, all pseudo-bitching aside I have to admit that I actually love this fucking show. I mean, in the first episode some chick got violently sick and passed her virus onto everyone else. Girls throwing up on live TV. Totally the Mt. Rose Pageant from Drop Dead Gorgeous. How the hell does that happen? And Mikey Minden. I heart you MIKEY MINDEN. Please, more seductive spins and touching of the body. I like to pretend that you’re actually the drag queen doll in non-drag queen dress.

It’s almost just as good as America’s Next Top Model – but NOTHING could replace Top Model. Where else would a girl actually rename herself Wholahay?

Confused

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 07:26:27 GMT

Color me blue I'm lost in you
Don't know why I'm still waiting
Many moons have come & gone
Don't know why I'm still searching

Don't know anything at all
& who am I to say you love me
I don't know anything at all
& who am I to say you need me

Running. On. Empty.

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 06:59:20 GMT

Nearly gave it all away. So glad I didn't. But I'm just running on fumes and it's getting harder to fight the urge to give up.

I always knew we were meant to be...

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:01:22 GMT

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Demand to see this film in your local theaters

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 21:23:52 GMT

Go see Bill Guttentag & Dan Sturman’s Nanking (http://nankingthefilm.com)

While most Americans are familiar with the horrific events of the Holocaust in Germany, we often remain unaware of the atrocities that took place during the Japanese invasion of Nanking, China. Dubbed the forgotten genocide, but more commonly known as the Rape of Nanking, the events that transpired in China during WWII were just as appalling as the carnage that occurred during the Holocaust.

“According to the summary judgment of the International Military Tribunal for the Far East – also known as the Tokyo Trials, “estimates indicate that the total number of civilians and prisoners of war murdered in Nanking and its vicinity during the first six weeks of the Japanese occupation was over 200,000. Approximately 20,000 cases of rape occurred in the city during the first month of the occupation.”
– http://nankingthefilm/com

And this is only a general description of what actually took place during that time. Women suffered brutal mutilations, and were raped by multiple men – at times to the point of death. Japanese soldiers practiced battlefield tactics on Chinese men, including beheadings and bayonet techniques. Often times these men were corralled around massive graves so as they died they fell into these pits to join thousands of dead Chinese men, women, and children.

Learning about WWII in high school, the description of the events in Nanking ran four paragraphs, while the history detailing the Holocaust ran an entire chapter. It wasn’t until college that I finally learned about the grim details of the Nanking invasion. Sadder still is that if the Sino-Japanese war hadn’t been included in our syllabus I probably would have never known about Nanking.

We’ve all read the Diary of Anne Frank and seen films like Shchindler’s list, but little has been done to make the events of Nanking known to the world. There are people that actually believe that the Rape of Nanking is an exaggeration of what actually took place. We can’t let that happen – while the Holocaust was an unspeakable horror we can’t forget about the people of Nanking.

If you don’t even know what I’ve been talking about take a moment right now to Google the Japanese invasion of Nanking. Take a look at the images that are pulled up to understand the gross enormity of the crimes that took place. While you’re at it, pick up a copy of The Rape of Nanking by Iris Chang. (I cried reading this book and once you read it you’ll understand why). More importantly, call your local theaters and let them know that you want to see this film.

Don’t even get me started on the Khmer Rouge.

Much better.

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 09:14:23 GMT

I'm such a drama queen. Sorry about the last post. I'm feeling much better now. A better perspective, a little clarity, and maybe a shot or two - great combination for kicking your ass out of the dumps.

Note to self: Give yourself half a chance before giving up.

I like this song

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 17:18:38 GMT

It's cheesy, and I'm totally being a 12-year girl about it, but humor me. I'm going through something and this song is expressing everything I'm feeling at the moment. I don't know what meaning it actually holds for the band, but for me it's a story about holding onto something you need to let go of.

Stone Sour : Through Glass

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? that is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in,
describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real, so much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart,
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember its just different from what you've seen.

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you, yeah

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you, yeah

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
oh god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you, yeah

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you, yeah

Who are the stars?
Who are the stars?
They lie…

A Random Collection of Thoughts

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:21:00 GMT

Conversations that actually took place

These conversations took place the week of 1/15/07-1/19/07. Some names of the persons involved have been removed to protect their identities (because this shit is ridiculous on a Borat level).

A: You have nice hair.
Me: Thanks. Get there, betch.

Me: Nice Jacket.
Allan: Whatever. You’re house doesn’t have any gates.

Me: Yeah so, we have a shoot tomorrow.
Co-worker one: Cool. What are you doing?
Me: I’m the teleprompter operator.

Cousin: And I was like Mom I have something to tell you.
ME: Mmm hmm.
Cousin: And she was like what is it - because every time I say that I’m on probation or pregnant….

Boy 1: So did you fuck that guy?
Girl 1: Yeah. And I videotaped.
Boy 2: And I watched it.

Friend: I asked her if she wanted water…
Me: Yeah?
Friend: And when I turned back around she was naked.

Friend X: She’s real cool. She fries monkey brains and shit
ME: Awww. She sounds real nice
(On a recent date Friend X had)

Things that I am loving right now

Ramen. I know. I know. Ramen? Seriously though, do yourself a favor and stop eating that Top Ramen bullshit they sell in stores. Go to a Japanese Ramen House and find out what you’ve been missing out on. Tajima in San Diego is SOH GOOOOOD!

Dreamgirls. Loves it. I find myself randomly humming the songs in the middle of important activities. (i.e. picking up the phone at work, or ordering food at the drive thru).

Jennifer Hudson. That’s right Simon Cowell. Golden Globe winning actress and Clive Davis’ new ingénue. Yeah. Get there.

America Ferrera. How fuckin cute was she when she won her Golden Globe for best actress? Yes, real women have curves, AND are well spoken AND classy. Get it, betch.

Ugly Sweaters. I’ve always loved them, but now I’m not so afraid to admit it. The uglier and more geriatric looking the sweater is – the deeper my love. Whatever. You’re house doesn’t have any gates.

Things that I am loving not so much

Justin Timberlake. I know. I know. My future husband. Not so much anymore. Does anyone else get the feeling that he’s way too into himself?

Cardio. Yes, I understand that it’s a necessary part of life. It just doesn’t mean I have to love it.

Global Warming. Get on drudgereport.com and check out the crazy pic of the icicles on the fruit trees, with the fruit still intact. Bananas. And I hate that the weather is becoming so unpredictable. El Nino my fucking ass. Get on it America. It’s global warming. It’s fuckin here. Nancy Pelosi needs help because she’s like trying to save the earth and shit. You know – the planet you live on? Get there.

Britney Spears. All right, I get it. You like to party. Now take a shower, and for god sakes, take care of your newborn baby.

Boots over the Pants. Girls, please. Let’s sit down and talk about this. I turned the other cheek with the ponchos. I bit my tongue with the tights. And I learned to shut up about the Uggs. But the boots over the pants needs to stop. Right now. Unless you really are an equestrian marvel and therefore have an excuse for looking like a jockey from the waste down. I mean, fine. I have a thing for ugly sweaters, but I’m not pushing this on other people. I like to think of it as a cute quirk, and honestly, it works sometimes. More importantly, no one is wondering where my horse is or wondering if I’m going to be wading through some thigh high waters, gathering cranberries.

An open letter to Britney Spears

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 19:51:24 GMT

Dear Britney,

First of all, congratulations on the divorce, I'm really glad to see that we're upgrading from the WT situation we were waddling in before. Also, congrats on the new baby. Jayden is a really cute name, although I'm not too sure I like the James following it. It's kinda like naming your daughter Catherine Katie. But that's just an insignificant detail.

Brit Brit, (can I call you that?), I have to be honest. While I am very happy for you, and am just excited (and a bit ambivalent) about your awesome comeback – I am really worried about little Jayden. I've noticed that you have a new BFF, and I agree with you, fuck the haters – Paris is seriously so much fun. It's just that Paris can sometimes be TOO much fun. And sometimes, TOO much fun can be a bad thing, especially when you have a new baby at home.

Now I'm sure that you take great care of Jayden. I mean you really are a cool mom. My mom made me wait until I was 16 to start teaching me how to drive. You on the other hand, you let Spenc…what's his name again? Jayden is so cute! Well anyway, you let the other one drive at 3 months! Way cool.

As I was saying, I'm sure that Jayden has a round the clock nanny that caters to his every whim. (Although I should warn you, having someone else breast feed your baby can be a bit troublesome. I know. I've seen The Hand that Rocks the Cradle). Honestly though, I believe, (and I think most people would agree) that to be a successful parent, you kind of actually have to be there. And it's a bit difficult to actually be there, when you're A) flashing your genitals at uber hot celebrity spot, Hyde and B) nursing a headache the next day after slamming rounds and rounds of Jager bombs. (I know, they're my favorite too!).

But Brit Brit, I have confidence in you. I know this isn't going to last forever. The thing is – it's a really important time for Jayden. I mean he is a new born. I'd at least wait until he can potty on his own, or at the very least, when he can walk, before I started hitting the sauce and dancing on tables. At the same time, I don't expect you to be a housewife for the next five years. I just think that a little moderation is necessary here.

That said; please DO take any help Paris has to offer in the style department. I also saw your interview with Matt Laurer and just between us – not your best.

Anyway, good luck with the come back. I seriously still bump I'm Slave 4 U and that needs to be fixed. So get in that recording studio and whisper us something hot and breathy.

Love ya,

Ian

P.S.

A little advice. Stop chewing gum on camera.

McFantasy

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 07:10:23 GMT

Fuck McDreamy. It's ALL about McSteamy.

I know you wanna come over

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 10:17:23 GMT

"Come Over (Interlude)"
Danity Kane

[Aubrey - (Group):]
I know you wanna come over
You can come over

Baby I'm alone tonight
And I wanna feel alright
You already know what I like, boy
(If you come over)
I will lay it down so right
It will really blow your mind
Baby just relax your mind

You know (Whenever you come over)
Ain't nobody thinkin' 'bout leaving
Cause we've got each other in the end
You can stay until the morning.
(I love it when you come over)
Because I don't want to wake up alone
Baby, I'm checking the phone
Boy you belong here (If you come over)

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I hum this shit thinking about him. He is SO sexy.

Dark-sided

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 19:01:32 GMT



"Dark-sided" on Google Video
Am I the only bitch that just saw this? I know that this is hella old but I couldn't help laughing and sharing.

Recovery

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 07:45:10 GMT

Over two years ago, I was in the best shape of my life. I worked out twice a day, six days a week, on x amount of calories a day. I was on a healthy diet, and I was feeling and looking great. It seems ridiculous now, and even as I write this, I still believe that during that time I finally felt like I was worthy of love. For the first time in my life I felt worthy of having attention, of demanding attention. I finally felt worthy enough to be heard.

One day, I injured my wrist, and it was the end of my world. All those positive things I felt disappeared. I hid myself in layers and layers of clothing, while subtly murmuring insults to myself as I gorged on everything in my path. I’d throw up if I felt I ate too much, then eat some more to prove to myself I didn’t have a problem – only to skip out on meals the next day.

I became obsessed with the image of what I could have been if I hadn’t been injured – the image I associated with being worthy of attention, worthy of love.

Two years later, I found myself repeating the same cycle. I joined a gym, got a trainer, and started calorie counting. I started wearing the skinny clothes again, and people were starting to take notice. I felt like I was picking up where I’d left off.

Last Saturday, I woke up and showered, fucked around online for a bit, had breakfast, and readied myself for my day. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, I felt a sharp pain in my back. The pain was so strong, I could barely breathe. I realized, to my complete horror, that I had somehow injured my back.

The only thing I could think about was all the progress I had made in the past two months. I thought about the skinny clothes, the compliments, about having a six-pack and a chest. I was so upset, and I could see myself repeating another cycle of self-hating.

I’ve spent the past week on extra-strength Ibuprofen; massage therapy, tiger balm, and stretching exercises. I’ve been trying in vain for a quick recovery. I needed to hit that gym six days a week. I needed my protein shakes, my yoga, my cardio, and my resistance training. I just wanted to work out. I wanted to feel like I was worthy of having a loving boyfriend, of being paid attention to, of being heard.

The pain was so bad; I spent most of my time lying in bed, alone with my thoughts. Thankfully, the bed rest has done me a world of good.

Apparently, Margaret Cho was right - the first thing you loose when you go on a diet IS brain mass.

As a lay in bed, in pain and in tears over this ridiculous image I had burnt into my head, I realized I was being an asshole. The calorie counting, the diet, that gym-is-my-second- home-attitude wasn’t worth all this insanity. I don’t want to feel guilty about missing a day at the gym. I don’t want to punish myself for having a slice of pizza. I don’t want an injury to be the end of my life because I can’t do a bench press. I don’t want to only feel worthy of love if it means I have to look perfect forever. That’s not the kind of love I want, or the kind of relationship I want.

All of those things I felt when I was a working out like a mad man were ridiculous because they were things that any person should feel worthy of having. We are all entitled to love and respect and being heard.

I realized that underneath it all, I was still the same person I’d been two years ago when I thought I was in the best shape of my life. And any one who only recognized that once they saw the shape of my chest or my abs was definitely someone I didn’t need in my life.

I’m just ashamed that I’ve realized it two years too late.

The back still hurts, but yes, I’m in recovery now. Recovering from the stupidity of what I was two years ago, recovering from the words of awful ex-boyfriends and past flings. I’m recovering from the superficiality of gay culture, and fashion magazines, and billions of dollars of advertising. Mostly, I’m recovering from the pain I put myself through.

I can honestly say, without any reservations, that I’m not that bad. I know that it’s going to be something I battle everyday, but I’m hoping that one day, I’ll finally be able to say that I am beautiful, just the way I am.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 19:07:48 GMT

Being 26 is fun.