Important Cake

Porny Reads

2011-08-14T06:57:00.001-07:00

Porn, it's not just for movies anymore!

Recently, I had the chance to explain a few things about what I read, it goes like this :

Trashy Romance = a lot of descriptive story, a lil bit of fukin
Erotica= a lot of descriptive story, and a lot descriptive fukin
Porn= enough of a story to get to serious fukin.

I read all three. And what confuses others is that I call it all porn.
I mean, If its got fukin, it's porn.

NEED-EEEEEEE

2011-08-10T18:37:00.000-07:00

Let’s discuss my neediness.

I need a Feed Me plushie. I want to cuddle it and love it and call it… well, call it Feed Me.(duh!) While I am needing, I would like a Deadmaus5 plushie. Ok, fine. I want a Skrillex plushie too.

I will hold tea parties with the 3 of them. I shall snuggle them all and make a “Me” sammich.

I am fukin needy.

Chit I read

2011-08-06T10:18:00.000-07:00

Firstly, let me give a thankful shout out to Torquer. This place and their authors keep me happy. They have kick-ass reads. I also love that the sales come right when my bi-weekly erotic allowance flows into my PayPal account. *grin*

Oh. I should share that I read on average a book or two a day. True. I read just about anything. I’m not overly picky about my reads. I do have favorite genres but I’m easy.
I’m thinking about what I can offer here? What is it that I can do that you cannot find on an amazon.com blurb or on any professional review site?

Oh. Got it!!

Quick-Blunt-Real.
Let’s go.

Series, off the top of my head that you must read if you heart manlove.

1. Jet Mykles -Heaven Sent . – Bandlove. You get it all and it’s an addictive series. Great story & Hot sex. I have read it through 5 times. Just go read it, ok?

2. Sean Michael- Hammer.- BDSM D/s love. LoveloveLove. Not just ass whuppin for the sake of ass whuppin. If that gently tough love thing intrigues you but you fear that it’s dis-empowering … stop it. read. You will know differently via this author.

3. Willa Okati – Screen Shots – PORN. Yeah, I said it. GAY PORN. That’s what it’s about… but wait, there’s more! Philos/ Eros…. I adore those sweet Twentysomething Twinks.

ManCake

2011-06-30T19:52:00.000-07:00

ManCake....... just sayin'

Rapturous Porn Cake

2011-05-21T09:45:00.000-07:00

So, I was thinking that I should go kick back on the lawn chair on the patio and read porn whilst I await to see if this rapture thing is going down. I mean, if it's going to be HUGE... I should either be......
1. Fukin.
2. Reading about fukin.
3. Eating some cake whilst reading about fukin.
4. Eating cake whilst fukin.

or (E)... all of the above.

Right?

I mentioned in my head the other day that math equalls doom. I suppose that it could have happened that somewhere back in history the council that put the bits of bible together thoughr '' ooo dudes, lets put a secret mathy code in this chit'. *shrug*

I was texting with Miz A this morning and she brought up a thought. I mean I can not imagine being so dedicated to this that I sell off my chit, quite le job and await to be rapturized. Perhaps I am not a dedicated type... to that anyhow.
I believe in absolute love and everything else kinda falls into place around that. I absolutley admire this dedication to rapture, but I have to give pause to wonder WTF these folks might have left to put back together when the shakedown does not happen like the script they have written in their spirits.
I assume they will pull themselves up bhy their boot straps and 'keep on truckin'. Some will, some won't..... and I hope there is a back up idea... one that has open doors and hugs for those bruised hearts who need.
Of course, I could be off here.... I mean word on the street is that nothing happens til 6pm.
*shrug*

Another thought sitting here brewing is going back to the Tower card in the tarot. That inner shifting, that inner rapture moment that shakes your core and rattles your spirit. Perhaps those do dedicated to this new "EOW" [end o world] thing NEED that belief so that they can get jigy with a new idea.

But who am I to say.....What is:. "that which as at the end of desire"?......Joy-Rapture-Delight ...
...and the things I'll be up to while I pass the time today will bring me just that.

WTF Cake

2011-04-28T18:29:00.000-07:00

What the fuk..........
Why did Gackt get a buz cut?
Why did my hard drive emit smoke, chuckly fiendishly and die?
Would it be in bad taste to wear panties that say Goddess?
Where is my other sock?
Why did I not know how to save my playlists in iTunes?
Ok, what the fuk.........
am I reading? "Got Men?" by GA Hauser
am I listening to? Calm Touching by Evaline.
am I drinking? ....Dew :-)
am I eating?....... nothing. I am fine thank you.
am I wishing for......for Funimation to liscence Junjo Romantica so I can reat my Japanese.
am I setting a goal for........ to take the Japanese proficiency exam level 4 next year if they offer it.

Oi! I want to cosplay before I get old enough to play "Old Sophie" from Howl's Moving Castle.... just sayin.

I have a Kindle... and people want to touch it and turn it on and read off of it.... Why do people look shocked when I tell them they could hurt their eyes reading my Kindle because it is full of good porny reads? Don't judge...lol... I dig my reads.

I saw a t-shirt that said "Namaste Bitches" I kinda want it. I shall smoke and do yoga to Ozzy tunes.

fukit, s'all groovy :-)

Peace Cake

2011-04-21T19:29:00.000-07:00

I just finished cutting up an old white t-shirt to make into peace flags for Sunday. Why? Earlier this week Nathan says “We never celebrate Easter….can we celebrate Easter?” We ask him ...”Baby, do you know what Easter even is?” and he replies “I can get candy and hunt for eggs.” Aaron and I look at each other over the grocery cart and start franticly whispering to one another…

Me: Oh chit. Do we have to take him to church if we celebrate Easter?

Aaron: He’s been to church.

Me: No, he hasn’t.

Aaron: We are NOT taking him to church, remember the one time we took Connor. No F-ing way Lisa… NO! (the one time we took Connor to a church it was Easter and at the request of Aaron’s grandmother. Jesus walked down the aisle in a diaper’ish thing- dripping blood, and tied to a cross he was dragging on his back… Connor wigged out, Aaron and I were traumatized…and the closest any one of us can get now is the church basement for a decent fish fry)

Nate: I’ve never been to church. I want to go on a picnic, not church.

Me: A picnic?

Nate: We can hunt for eggs and eat them- that’s what people do for Easter.

Me: Nathan, Easter has a reason to those people. They go to church, eat ham and hunt for eggs- yes..but there’s more to it.

Nate: The kids in my class get candy and hunt for eggs.

….. fast forward to later in the evening…..

Nathan is detailing out his major plan for Easter and coloring eggs. I’m stumped because the Spring Equinox has passed and we celebrate that- the arrival of Spring. Usually Easter and Ostara are close enough together that there is no notice. This year it’s about a month in between; it’s long enough for Nathan to feel time pass and see the separate holidays. I’m thinking this is my chance to give him a bit of a what’s up about religion.

So I ask….”Nathan?...... Do you know who Jesus is?

Nate: Yeah… he’s God.

Me: Umm… he’s the son of God actually.

Nate: Close enough, right?

Me: *shrug*… yeah, I suppose your right…

Me: Do you know why or how Jesus died?

Nate: He was shot.

Me: (suppressing shock and laughter)….

Connor: Geez Nathan… he wasn’t shot- he was stabbed!!!

(I’m just speechless at this point, btw…)

Connor: Well, on a cross he was stabbed.

I give up at this point for a bit… I realized that the kid is 10 and clueless. He’s all aware of Goddess and Her aspects…. And we have forgotten to mention Jesus, Christianity slipped by as Buddha and Wicca strode on down the path with us. I suppose I am REALLY late on the draw here… When Connor was 4 he assumed that the large building with the T (a cross) on it was where the Teen Titans lived…. *sigh* I figured I would remember with the 3rd child…Anyhow…

…………….Fast forward to even later on……..

I’m out on the porch and Nathan comes out to share with me his details of a carnival like fantasy Easter. In which we shall all trade presents and have sack races at a riverside picnic. I decide to give another go to explain to the child about Easter. I whip out the iPhone to Easter 101. I scroll a second and start reading aloud and this pops up “Thy Kingdom come, on earth as it is in Heaven," begins to be fulfilled on Easter Sunday.” I ask Nathan what he thinks….

Me: What do ya think this means?

Nate: Peace.

Me: Ok.

Nate : Starts talking about his Easter plans….

Me: Nate, we have our own celebration of Halloween… we can do something like that anytime – even Easter.

Nate: We need green candles.

Me: Ok. What else?

Nate: We can make those one things they hang outside.

Me: Flags? Prayer flags?

Nate: Yeah!

This conversation goes on for a bit; Nathan deciding how we will celebrate Easter as a family and how he defines Easter. He’s thought about symbols of peace(hearts, bunnies, peace symbols) and actions of peace (making and hanging the flags in our trees)… even what gift we can offer (flower seeds, we are planting)…. And a picnic.

I’ve the feeling Jesus would be (or is) rather pleased with Nate. Nate gets it. Peace.

Wild Cake

2011-04-18T17:28:00.000-07:00

chit. hang on. i was going to write something all profound ...got sidetracked. i know.. imagine that!
we had birthday cake. wild, as in no decoration as per directions from "le birfday dood."

C just turned 15 today, and this morning i said "you know what i was doing 15 years ago today?" C's response was "what.".......... my response to his response...."PUSHING".
lol. tis true. as far as labor stories go... that is what i did all day.

birth is a wild thing. they hook up the 4x4 roll bat thingie to the bed and heft your pregnant ass up to grip it as is your BwanaWummin off giving birth in the woods....all that was missing was the knife between my teeth to cut the cord.

rebirth ....... is there such a thing? dunno. i suppose so, in a mental/emo/spiritual type of way. that's wild too.
i'm laying odds that everything is wild. that it's likely just a matter of perspective.
wild is a good thing.
wild is free. authentic. honest. feeling. true.
wild is a fuckyes.
i can live with wild.
just like i can live with plain cake.
meta-whatsit actually ...
C is like that cake... adding what HE wants to his world...
.sprinkles, candles... whatever...
wild.

Cake De Work

2011-04-05T18:14:00.000-07:00

First off......... I work in a library. I am oh-so-cool with that too. What I do all day offers me a zillion opportunities that I never even realized I had. I get to enjoy books, people, music & funny chit.

Last week........ someone walked in singing the pina colada song during a 30 person checkout and a sing-a-long happened.
This morning....... one walked in asking for Of Mice and men- the movie... and it morphed into Forrest Gump impressions.
Added bonus today --- I was witness to two crushes finally fessing up that they liked one another as they went to hang out.

This stuff is real. It's every day. It's my life.... and it happens in front of my desk.

Does my desk inspire random acts of human specialness? Oh fuck yes.
It had better...! It's MY desk. It's a very groovy -kick-ass- place to be.
In fact, I am sure that the population thinks it is THE place to be.... since I have a seat on the other side for visitors...& it is only empty when I leave the building.

Look.........

My desk sure as heck inpires me. But then again, I inspire myself some days... hehehe

yanno, the more I look at these pics... the more I see a raving otaku (anime nerd) *shrug* I'm ok with that.

Hardcore Cake Voodoo Research

2011-03-23T17:20:00.000-07:00

Lately... I am frankly suprised my pants fit.... perhaps this proves that cake, when utilized ritualisticly... has no way of making you chub out.

Cases in point.........
#1. The little lemon cupcake within the larger orange cupcake - Imbibed in great love during my fathers 75th birthday celebration.

#2. The Apple Pie........ Eaten with great hope for Japan .

#3. (not pictured.. it was devoured!) but it was a carmel apple pie that I ate a lovely slice of whilst wishing my Goddessey GalPal A. a smooth, speedy and healthfuly as possible recovery.

#4. The cake. The Chocolate banana strawberry cake. Lovely Miz A was still recovering so... I ate... again.

I think this time the whipped cream helped.. cuz she ended up getting to relax at home heheh. go cake voodoo.

and throw in to this the extra cookies I was eating for Australia, Japan, Miz A, and Miz M......

Well........... calories = energy... I released some very nifty zubzub.

Therefore releasing nifty zubzub= Zero calories in the end.

*shrug*

Hot Librarians......

2011-03-21T17:54:00.000-07:00

"Librarians are hot. They have knowledge and power over their domain...It is no coincidence how many librarians are portrayed as having a passionate interior, hidden by a cool layer of reserve. Aren't books like that? On the shelf, their calm covers belie the intense experience of reading one. Reading inflames the soul. Now, what sort of person would be the keeper of such books?"

— Holly Black

I freaking love Holly Black even more now than I did after reading her book 'Tithe"....!

Umm.... cept I am sure if you asked anyone in the library if I happen to be toting around a 'cool layer of reserve'.... they'd likley flop to the floor and start laughing hysterically. They would. Just sayin'.

I like exciting book covers.... ones that inspire me to pick them up and fondle the books with all the reverence they deserve.

This is why my desk is surrounded by random oddities that make me fukin happy. (as opposed to just basic happy) A squishy sumo wrestler, an aloe plant covered in DeathNote finger puppets, a talking Yoda oracle doll, a very old Eek the Cat! stuffed doll, purple pens, and anmime wall scrolls.
Not to mention that Beetlejuice doll, or the groovy statue of Kuan Yin? Or the sign posted that tells people to conspire to have uppity bouts of exhuberance ? or the absolutley nifty green solar powered smiley faced bobble head?

It's hard for me to imagine working anywhere that I was unable to self-express... AND read!!!

The Erotic Journey of the Hero

2011-03-21T17:16:00.000-07:00

or- How reading a Joseph Campbell quote in my erotica lends to my enlightenment.

I had a SuperMoon dream going on Friday night that was filled with soft-poking little messages that when written out looked ...well, that looked like an instruction manual for my life at this moment.

The main dream message was that I need to "surrender myself more usefully to myself"

The burning question #463 is:

Is enlightenment locked within trashy romance novels?

Who'd have thought that Aha! moments would be lurking in a manlove novel

Today's AHA! moment was brought to me by Syd McGinnley's Dr. Fell series of stories.

Quite amazingly in this one part of the story, Dr. Fell was given a book to read a passage from. It contained this quote by Joseph Campbell

"The hero is a man of self-achieved submission"

Seeing this blaring out was like a technicolor trip into Lisa-Land. (Seriously... I mean Gee Sankya is spinning in her surrendered sox)

Suddently seeing that quote...that after enjoying, fighting, and tap-dancing with what feels a journey like a million years of surrender ... having that dream, trying to connect the dots to make my learning experience smooth as possible.......

Well, Lah-dee-dah....I had to scramble for the dictionary to get grounded in thought.

SUBMISSION : The act of submitting to the power of another; The state of having submitted. See Synonyms at surrender.

See, that *to another* thing messed with my program. me-myself- and I...... I can obviously BE the Other....lol. Helluvalot more useful.

Right.

Besides, that dream had passages for re-arranging the living room furniture perfectly; passages for setting boundaries, and learning rules, and giving of the Self.... to the self.

My own Hero's Journey........

"I, I would be King.... and you, you would be Queen......."

Must be time to listen to Bowie's 'Heroes" .........

Super Moon Cake... I mean Pie

2011-03-19T16:56:00.000-07:00

This moon is so close that I can feel it in my ovaries. The never ending cycle of my body and the Univeral bits that float around .... inspired me to wear my ritualistic Bacon sox and with things going on... I was also drawn to eat apple pie today.

Apple pie is comfort, home, love, safety, warmth, and healing voodoo.....Apple pie for Japan.....and it's inhabitants.. those lovely poeple... all of them...who desperatly need all of that plus more....
& Apple pie for the Divine Mouthbreather... Miz A! May she breath splendidly.

I simply adore an excellent full moon... no matter whether it be super, semi-super.. or rather ploppy.

Moon = Moon. Duh.

Japan needs help, love, hope and cake...

2011-03-15T17:57:00.000-07:00

Sam (Masami) has been absolutely updating me as events unfold in Japan.... Earhquake- Tsunami- Nuclear issues and explosions and leaks- and today....today, my internet penpal wrote me a quick note that I share now- cuz this is important cake.... and not the tasty cake type.. but the sad, scary cake type. I'm also posting my repsonse...

More than 10000 people were died and missing vy tsunami now.

Yestreday large earthqueak hit my pref.

http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/nn20110315z4.html

How long is these disasters to last?

My response:

I don't know.... I wish *now* was the answer.

I do know that the Earth is a "living thing"...and just like when we go to the chiropractor or a massage therapist...we get adjusted...

Earth adjusts too. The after effects of an adjustment can hurt just as much or more than the actual adjustment. This is the case here... to me at least. The after effects are loss of life for so many. It's hard to lose anyone. Period. It's very hard... and to have them die without any sense... Well, it sure as heck makes it hard on those left to live, to go on...

Add to that grief-- It's devastating to see what once was... demolished in so short a span of time. Buildings, homes, businesses... gone or destroyed beyond minor repair.

Why?

I know as a human being- living here on Earth.... There is no answer. Sure.. we can try to make up things.. for most.. those reasons will serve to get them through this tragedy. For some.. there is not even the backtracking question of Why? Some leave that to scientists tell about shifting of the earths crusts and plates...and call it Nature.

The thing about Nature...She finds a way. A tree might grow where once was a 12 story building.... I call that Hope. Yes... back to hope.... In the story of Pandora... when she opened the forbidden box and let loose so much chaos... it was quickly closed... and the One thing remaining in that box......... was Hope. So when we think there is nothing.. there is something. It's invisible, but you can feel it as deep as the heart and as wide as the spirit... and that is Hope.

I hold Hope for you, for Japan, for all those who will go on after these most heart wrenching events. I hold the sacred space for more Hope to fill us all full to overflowing- so that all on Earth go forth and thrive in the smoothest possible way.

Sam, Its got to be nervewracking .... and I am so sorry that you, your family, your co-workers...the people you pass by on the street...and every stranger that you have yet to meet........ (I should have said the Entire Country of Japan.... but you know what I mean, yes?)........... I send you gentle hugs, and as much peace as possible ....

Lisa

I Need My Library...Do You?

2011-03-14T17:54:00.000-07:00

Why I Need My Library…..

I like to travel, visit other worlds…you know?

Sometimes I like to go back in time and see what would happen if X happened instead of Y.

I really like to learn…at my own pace, about the things I like and I know I can do that at the library.

I like to know that I have some place that I can go where it feels like all of the information in the universe is just a question away- all I have to do is ASK.

I need my library.

I need that special library that has everything about John Deere that I forget to wonder about & I need that tiny library lodged firmly in the local hospital that helps doctors and their patients diagnose and treat illness and disease. I need that school library, and I also NEED that library in upper Mongolia that I can borrow that ONE book from.

Heck, I need YOUR library too.

It’s not even JUST about the books, okay? Sure, there are DVD’s, CD’s, computers and such in libraries; but most important for me is that there are PEOPLE there. People I can learn with, and learn from. People who know where to find the obscure, the new, the random and informative.

PEOPLE--NOT a voice on a phone telling me to ‘press 1 to ask about Russia in the early 1200’s.' but real time- face to face PEOPLE.

I am needy, book- greedy and willing to stand up and open the library doors and have my imagination, my life and my intellect magnificently escorted.

Are you?

Herstory, Gay Prom,Raves & Gathering

2011-03-05T19:39:00.000-08:00

Happy Women's History Month!
NMC was given an assignment to create a poster of a woman who we would like to honor during WHM.
My choice........ Amanda Fucking Palmer. This gal is the embodiment of the PRESENT MOMENT.
and as Goethe said...."The present moment is a powerful Goddess" AFP's presence in this Universe reminds me of that. .... ok, and she's quite real, talented, and grounded ta boot!

I found myself last night offering assistance to organize gay prom. It's my hope that one day there will be NO gay prom. That you can bring YOUR date and dance with them whatever their gender may be. As it stands now, there is great uncomfiness with that happening at a high school....... The students could likely care less.... and girls dance with girls all the time at functions and no one pauses for thought. geez... pop two guys on the floor to slow dance and the room sputters to a stop n stare fest. (is this because it's a gorgeous sight to see 2 peeps grooving?.... dooubt it... it's likely due to the shock).... again I say fukit. Back in the day they got over the fact that 2 people wanted to WALTZ......... do it enough and the shock factor is lame and played out. ........... yesh, I rant.

And I rave........... Icing & Cake.... I snagged them up once again to preside over the tunes and fun. I mean. any ladies that can "Ranger Roll" the Red Ranger (JYB) up on stage, live and in color.... well, chit.... themz mah galz. (mental note... have crappy vid taken down of me trying to plug in band equipment & tell them I am SO not running lights...ever. again. never.)
Open to suggestions for a Gay ROLL tune... for "Out-Rave-Us" for the Night of Noise in April, btw.... I need a fun festive giant gay anthem sort of song. That roll seems to have gotten kinda signature ever since we thought to do it at that first anime convention thang.

.........Sisters in Celebration gathering is in Oct. I wonder if AFP would like to take a weekend off and hang out with a small group of gals. Color it a vacation.... R&R..... (mental note: ask. I mean... it is eitehr yes or no...right? )

Futuristic Fidgeting and Fire

2011-03-05T19:21:00.000-08:00

Eventually, it shall be the future and I shall be disposed to fidget with it. On the fly and flailing about, I suspect that I will be grining big and wondering still if Charlie Sheen did in fact channel my mind.
Right now, where I am at and what I am doing seem to be exactly what drives me bonkers.

That jelly like pausing place where there is nothing that is not simply everything. This is *so* not Pooh's thinking place.....

I installed the Japanese keyboard on my phone. Great. Now I can type in Japanese to no one. lol. I suppose I could randomly text friends and family with so much Kanji that they will guess that I have finally given up on English. I figure I am doing good now that I am past rambling off Gackt lyrics and quoting anime dialogue.
I am Otaku- hear me squee. :/

I did manage to find out that the Japanese Inro course being offered locally is FULL. This is sad; I wanted to attend. This is great; there are other people that wish to learn Japanese. Which could also mean that they may be compelled to offer a 101 course.
My Hirigana is ii; my Katakana is a bit slow.....my Kanji skills are on the level of a addled pre-schooler. I'm ok with that :-) After all.... no one is teaching me this... It's me, and if I am lucky I get 10 min a day to fiddle with it.

Same goes with the piano I am dinking around with. Notes are slow... but I like to bang away.

Is it me or am I self analysing my chit? lol. fukit. No time like the present for a self evaluation. It only gives me kindling to light the figeting fire that in the future I can warm myself at.

Yoga'ish with a cupcake vibe

2011-02-28T17:49:00.000-08:00

I was grooving away to Neon Indian , AFI, and Placebo as I was doing my yoga tonight. I like yoga just as long as I have good music going on. My brain moves to the right and is occupied quite nicely, while the rest of me become tangled up in my own limbs. I think one of my fav asana's has to be pigeon. One thing that I remember being able to do when I was 10, was the full king pigeon.

Will my toes ever say hello to the back of my head again?
No clue... but the joy is in the push. Going beyond my own limitations... or at least the ones I thought existed.
In that sense, yoga is spiritual to me.

Since I have only been dinking around with yoga for 4 months I have noticed a few kick ass things.
1. I do have tummy muscles.
2. I can roll my belly with said muscles! (which brought me back to bellydance...but that's another story)
3. I can push my body up from the floor into a backbend/ bridge.

fear= doing a backbend from a standing position. I am not 10 anymore. I break my neck and who feeds the fuckin' cat? yano....

Anyhow... tonight I was thinking about the cupcake vibe I sent Ms. M. .....

I need a chicken shaped cake for some serious cake voodo. It seems to me that I have unconsciously been dealing with OPC (other peoples chit)... I do not care for that. At. All. I'm full. It feels like I tucked up to the Table fo Chaos and said "Oh hell yeah... ! and give me seconds!!!"
It's time for some releasing... and I hear tell there is a New Moon coming up... I can get into that. I love me some NewMoon...... but then I am also thinking right before that is a lovely DarkMoon...
Yes... I need cake. Serious Cake. I know I need serious cake when my normal-happy-free-Pollyana-groovy-shiny-self is running to the hills.
I have to laugh. Really I do....
I know better than to deal with anybodys chit but my own. I re-learn it every so often. Gahh...
At least I 'get it' quicker and quicker each roll by. :-)
THAT.... I like!
*looks up at happy self*
Yeah..... cupcake vibes reverberate across the Universe ...

Ceiling Cake & Uke's

2011-02-26T04:55:00.000-08:00

Seriously. That is what it is. Or... what it will look like when the grrovy guys finsh with the living/ dinging room. Some upside down layered cake.
Somehow they atach these things to the ceiling to create "breaks" (which means.... hello. not having to paint the whole house at one go)
I am lazy. No, it is more that I do not want the whole house the same freaking color.

As a matter of fact... if I could chage it to suit my moods... oh now wouldn't that be killer groovy.

Speaking of killer groovy... What do you get a 75 yr old man who wanders out and get whatever he wants when he wants? Fukit. I am getting my dad a Ukelele. He know's how to play it...but his was broken a few years back. Does this mean he does not want one? Whatever... he's getting one now. lol... and he will love it and play it...and my dad has a good voice... so he'll sing too.

lol.. I was gonna make a Uke tag...... but Uke is also a Otaku term for 'bottom'.....maybe I need 2 tags... cuz you know I'll be talking about Uke's eventually. *wicked grin*

Cheesecake iPods Bellydance

2011-02-24T17:11:00.000-08:00

Why I ate cheesecake for dinner...........
1. It was Ms.D's 25th birthday!
2. It looked really tastey.
3. Why not?

I am sure I wil be foraging in the fridge for some leafies... I managed to snag some herb blended feild greens. Nevermind that it is winter in Illinois... I wanted some damn green stuff. It's not like I am snarfing down tropical fruit in a blizzard I guess. *shrug*.

My iPod is quiet, by the way. Tucked snug in my purse... probably as lonely as hell for my touch. My inner musical is wound up. I'm hearing the bass line for AFI's song 'Affliction' in my head quite perfectly. Nearly makes me want to lick Hunter Burgan's cheek in thanks..... nearly. I'm not sure he would be overly appreciative of a random thank you lick... then again...

Things that are not my fault today:
The blaring Hindi tune........ that inspired the flailing arms and swivveling hips of people in the library. They could have controled themselves... although, this video, I think it changes lives...
I may have the MOST un-quiet library.......
Can YOU control yourself?

ManLove ~VS~ Cake

2011-02-22T19:35:00.000-08:00

In a never ending battle for my adoration....... ManLove... and Cake. I love both. Which more though?
Wait. This is not even a competition. I refuse to take part in disecting the pro's and con's of my neediness for both. (hence the loverly pic on this blog)......
As my galpal the dark and sparklie Ms. A says " Why not both/and?" *wicked smile*

I can snack on cake... and enjoy my manpornloveerotic novels.........
or....... I can do one and then the other.

*happy cakey grin*

Best read of the week thus far is Black Gold by: Clancy Nacht and Thursday Euclid
Rating....... 500 swirly creame filled cucakes

Cake is not Beer

2011-02-22T17:45:00.000-08:00

Something inside wishes to re-do the Budweiser label incantation and make it all about cake.

This is the Most Important Cake. I know of no cake created by any bakery which costs so little to bake and eat. Cake's inclusive Universal Loving produces a taste, a smoothness, and a crumble-ability you will find in no other cake~even if it too is free. Caked forth by Kingyo Hime by Her original all natural process using the choicest workings of her mind and spirit.