Apparently doobie-dishing delinquents find that I make them randy enough that they'll pimp their own hands over my picture. That's just repulsive. Do you want to know how I learned this today? Here it is(the conversation that occured):
[stickum]: id spread ur legs apart and fuck ur cunt sdo hard
Me: whoa... and I am so glad that you live like 20thousand miles away. I'm going to pretend I didnt just read that.
(Dipshit): id tie u up and fuck you and ud like it
Me: go pimp yourself already and shut up.
(Senseless horndog):im gonna master bate to ur picture now thx
Me: fine.. go ahead, as long as you stay the fuck away from the real me, then it's all good.
(Pajáro (“masturbator”)):i am and im gonna pretend im fuckinmg you on my kitchen table
Me: haha, I hope you enjoy that little feast of yours, you bong-whore.
(drugbitch):thank you , u may say im a dreamer, but im not the only one, ihope some day ul jion us
Me: join the international league of bongwhores?! I think not! I'd rather fuck a cactus than get fucked up on that shit.
(bloody fool): being stoned is a good thing good bye
Me: suuuure it is. good bye to you too.
Whoa, so I figured out today that I'm a Celtic Christian (which seems fitting, seeing as I've got celtic blood in me).
A Celtic Christian is someone that believes..
- God is a loving Father
-the Earth is a gift of love toward us humans
-we're supposed to take care of that gift
-God wants us to achieve our highest pleasure by confessing Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior and loving and serving Him
-there is an invisible world beside our own populated by angels and demons
-there are three planes of existence: Heaven, Earth, and Hell
-in the positive use of knowledge and wisdom and in respect and tolerance of other religions
I'm also interested in mysticism... more celtic stuff. It's just so kick-ass.
It rained today... I love when it rains. I was reminded of a diary entry that I intended to write a couple weeks ago, but never got around to... so I'll tell the little story. Two weeks ago on a wednesday I came home and it was raining. No one was home but me, and it was relatively cold and dreary-looking outside, but I went out onto the yard in bare feet, a t-shirt, and jeans and stood, walked and danced in the pouring rain. It was beautiful. I was cold and soaked through and through but it didnt really seem to bother me. It's days like those that I look at my life and realize how tragically beautiful the little things are, and I mean the little things that people typically think of as a downside. I've found that I'm one of the very few people I know who's actually eager to go outside on a cold and rainy day or admire the blood that trickels from a cut, or laughs and takes it calmly when the freshly boiled pasta spills into the sink.
I fixed my computer! ^-^
I'm having a bonfire party at my place today... sometime around 6:30pm-ish is when it starts. It's currently 1:23pm and I feel sort of sick, like I have a cold. I think I'll be fine, but its just like "...ugh *sigh*" heh... Lots of work to do around the house and outside, plus I've got to drive into town and get a few things. I'm excited cuz I'll get to see Alyssa, Colten, and possibly Ray ^-^
Have a good day, all.
~Jessica
(P.S. get better, pobrecito)
I began to read "Night" by Elie Wiesel on impulse today... by the second page of the story I was already touched by the words I was seeing. I found this:
"Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him. That is the true dialogue. Man questions God and God answers. But we don't understand His answers. We can't understand them. Because they come from the depths of the soul, and they stay there until death. You will findthe true answers only within yourself... I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strenght to ask Him the right questions"
(one of my xanga entries... I'm bored and I like the song. Just thought I'd share it with all you ET people too)
"Wow... I heard this song today. It's so sad... the guy is heartbroken. I love Maná (that's who wrote the song... I love the whole album. ^-^ I got to listen to it today). This song is about a man who's lost his love and it kind of goes out to her, telling her all that he's going through. I honestly cried when I pictured it. I hate seeing grown men like that... heh. (I might translate this later for those of you who aren't familiar with Spanish. I don't feel like it right now because it's a relatively sloppy process for me. I'm so picky and I have to translate it in such a way as to make it still sound relatively poetic and whatnot like a song should be, which is difficult to do).
"Rayando El Sol"
Rayando el sol rayando por ti
esta pena me duele
me quema sin tu amor
No me has llamado
estoy desesperado
son muchas lunas
las que te he llorado
Rayando el sol
desesperación
es más fácil llegar al sol
que a tu corazón
A tu casa yo fui
y no te encontré
en el parque,
en la plaza en el cine
yo te busqué
Te tengo atrapada
entre mi piel y mi alma
más yo no puedo tanto
y quiero estar junto a ti
Rayando el sol
desesperación
es más fácil llegar al sol
que a tu corazón
Me muero por ti
viviendo sin ti
y no aguanto me duele tanto
estar así
Rayando el sol
desesperación
es más fácil llegar al sol
que a tu corazón
Me muero por ti
viviendo sin ti
y no aguanto me duele tanto
estar así
Rayando... rayando..
rayando el sol"
Hey ppl. I finally ditched my procrastinatio