The Best Cloodle Under One Roof

manimalogy @ 2008-07-05T14:53:00

2008-07-05T19:00:28Z

Dear Fashion World,

Do stop telling impressionable youths to wear leggings. Also, shame on you for encouraging people over 22 years old to wear them. Especially under awkwardly-lengthed not-quite-a-dress shirts. I hope you are suitably upbraided. Yeah, I just used upbraided.

Kthxbai.

Ba Ba Bada Ba Ba Goes The Backing Vocal

2008-06-15T21:45:45Z

I just realized that I was really hot, and then noticed I was still wearing pants. What the EFF?! I hate my work pants a lot. But I do not hate my job because I make mad moniez. That's why I can visit Boston next week! Yaysicles! I figure I'll stay all week long, Monday to Monday. Oh yeah.

I don't do much at home. I've been working, hanging out with Therese and super baby, playing Zelda, and reading the Narnicles. I'm on the fourth book, and they're pretty interesting books. I'm sure I'm missing out on some of the wonderfulness because I'm a little too old, but I still like them.

I'm changing the time at which I take my birth control to 9pm as opposed to 11am, and I think that's a really good plan. Yay for birth control?

I took this personality quiz for Jungian types that Christa took so I'll share.

Now you can take it, too!

Came On So Loaded, Man

2008-04-30T09:21:26Z

Aargh. This paper is never going to get done.

You're A Tongueless Talker: You Don't Care What You Say

2008-04-28T15:41:06Z

Remember this meme we all took around this time last year? I took it again.

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His Suntan Lotion And His Castanets

2008-04-23T15:17:34Z

I watched 11 episodes of House yesterday. It's crack!

Like A Million Eyes

2008-04-11T14:56:43Z

I just realized that I had ramen noodles, dark chocolate, and marzipan for breakfast. I'll have diabetes in approximately 7 hours.

I Understand What I Am Still Too Proud To Mention

2008-04-09T00:38:57Z

OH MY GOD, I AM NOT DEAD. I have no reason for this ridiculous absence. I haven't even been reading your journals so I am WOEFULLY behind on your lives. Fill me in, PLEASE.

I've got nothing for you, really. I'm liking life pretty lots, but I occase become a 15 year old sullen girl. I actually do this with a frightening frequency, especially compared to me at 15. I'm happy, don't get me wrong, but it feels forced sometimes. But I am happy so all is well.

I've just wanted to say this out loud (as much as one can "say" anything "out loud" on LJ): I have offish known Roman for one year. Admittedly, there's that wonky summer-then-study-abroad period, but this is epic for a Kirsten Manimal Crookes. It feels weird, and I'm not sure it still fits, but it works for now. It's weird, though. I'm old. Boo.

In other news, it's spring! I can't wait for the weather to warm up just that smidge more so I can wear skirts and dresses and NO PANTS IN PUBLIC!

HI, I'VE MISSED YOU! WELCOME ME BACK WITH OPEN ARMS? In order to ensure this, I offer you perhaps the dirtiest poem written by an American. Auden supposedly wrote it in 1946 and privately circulated it among his friends, and when it got published (in 1965) he denied authorship.

The Platonic Blow
W. H. Auden

It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.

I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.

Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."

I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.

He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.

And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.

I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.

He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.

The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate

Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.

By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.

I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.

But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.

I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.

The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.

The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.

Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.

We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.

I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.

Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.

I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.

Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.

"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.

Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.

His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.

I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.

I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.

Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.

Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.

Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.

I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.

Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.

Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.

I have 10,000 icons. How can I possibly choose one? Looking through them, however, has rekindled my love for Robert Pattinson. What a beautiful boy! I can't even remember my tags!

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2007-11-28T21:05:03Z

1- Elaborate on your default icon. Pretty pictures of Robert Pattinson's eyes that I made a while ago. I like sunbursts, eyes, and pretty boys.

2- What's your current relationship status? decidedly single

3- Ever have a near-death experience? No; I'm terrified to die.

4- Name an obvious quality you have. really blonde hair

5- What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now? Once around the Block by Badly Drawn Boy

6- Any celeb you would marry? Hmm, Elvis Costello?

7- Who will cut and paste this first? probably no one

8- Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity? not that I can think of

9- Do you wear a watch? What kind? cheap-o plastic 3€ watch from Porta Portese gypsy market that seems to speed up or slow down at random

10- Do you have anything pierced? ears 2x, septum, left nipple, used to have left eyebrow, & I want the nape of my neck

11- Do you have any tattoos? 3: 'odi et amo' (pronounced ode-et-ah-mo) up left side; black heart with Figure 8 lines on right frontal hip; a beret, moustache, cigarette with smoke and the word 'ennuyeux' on right butt cheek; I have at least 2 more planned

12- Do you like pain? yes

13- Do you like to shop? very much

14- What was the last thing you paid for with cash? a washing machine token

15- What was the last thing you paid for with your credit card? silk at the Maison des Canuts in Lyon

16- Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Tony, around 2 weeks ago

17- What is on your desktop background? random texture from, I think, grrliz

18- What is the background on your cell phone? I haven't seen it in 3 months

19- Do you like redheads? depends

20- Do you know any twins? Not that I can think of.

21- Do you have any weird relatives? certainly

22- What was the last movie you watched? Cars! It was much better than Ratatouille.

23- What was the last book you read? Pride & Prejudice, finished yesterday

24- Is there such a thing as love at first sight, or it is more likely to be "lust at first sight"? I don't know if I believe in love at all, so I'm taking a pass

25- What's your favorite book? I don't like to narrow it down to one, so I'm coping out and saying somewhere between Crime & Punishment, A Clockwork Orange, and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead

26- When was the last time you visited the street where you first lived? September 1

27- When was the last time you googled your own name? no clue

28- What was/is your favorite subject at school? latin literature, english literature

29 -What was is your least favorite subject at school? anything math beyond algebra II

30- Do you like having your photograph taken? No, I'm a girl.

31- What time were you born? I think a reasonable afternoon birth on my due date.

32- Ever seriously questioned your sanity? of course

33- How many phone numbers do you have remembered and can say off the top of your head? Carri (x2), Audrey, Casey, home, Tony's work make 6

34- Can you Limbo? absolutely not

35- Have you ever killed your own dinner? No, I like to separate my food from its living guise

36- How long have you been living at your current residence? Where I am at this moment? Nearly 3 months. In Feasterville? Since I was born.

37- What phobias do you have? heights at different times, aliens, death, the devil to a certain extent

38- What's your ideal breakfast? fried eggs & wood-smoke cooked bread

39- Where are you right now? the desk in my room at the Centro

40- Why do you blog? I started because Amanda did it, I continue to save memories I'd certainly otherwise lose

41- What would you call your autobiography? Dirty Poems in Dead Languages

42- What's the longest time you've stayed out of the country/where? 3 ½ months, Roma IT

43- Do you use ICQ, AIM, etc..? AIM, but I haven't in Italy at all.

44- Do you have nightmares frequently? I quite frequently do not remember my dreams. It's a stranger thing for me to remember them than to forget.

45- If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Maybs, but I'm pretty annoying.

46- Which TV character could you be friends with? Ned from Ned's Declassified..., big Pete from Pete & Pete, Octavian from Rome

47- What's on your mouse pad? I use a laptop.

48- What is your ring tone? I usually keep it on vibrate, but maybe it's an Elliott or an Elvis song?

49- What did you watch on TV last night? I think CSI; yes, definitely CSI:

50- Scary movies or happy endings? scary movies!

I'm Not Sure, But I've Never Had The Nerve

2007-11-25T16:34:22Z

WAH, I AM A FAILURE. I missed Mandar in Rome entirely. In my defense I had a paper due on Thursday, and then I left for Lyon early on Friday, but I still missed her. I am an utter, utter failure.

Also, I fail at updating. I am in Rome. There are so many things I could be writing about - the ridiculousness of every Italian, the power of the ruins EVERYWHERE, the lack of working clocks or common sense in anything Italian-made in perhaps the past two thousand years. Also, the quality of the people here in the Centro is stellar. I have made some really amazing friends here. In fact, I just went to Lyon with one of them, and hopefully we'll stay in touch.

I've developed a love of fine papers and calligraphy while I've been here. I've acquired so many amazing gifts for the people I love in my life. I am so full of joy, and peace, and love.

Being here has also made me realize how much I have in Feasterville and Boston. I have consistently had a strong, amazing group of people around me, encouraging me, loving me and I never realized until now. I miss everyone so much, but with no pain, I miss being with them all the time. I can't wait to live with Kate and Verity, and well have pantsless dinner parties every night and then we shall have cuddle fests. I just want to be there now, but I also want to enjoy the next (& final) three weeks in Rome.

I saw Beirut last night (in French!), and they were amazing. I've never been part of a crowd that fantastic. We got two encores. After the first encore all the Frogs kept singing the last song Zach had left off on until he came back with his seven back up musicians! Also, Hanner and I got matching tattoos on our asses. It's a beret, a moustache, and cigarette with a plume of smoke, and the word 'ennuyeux.' What a life.

And finally, Hannah and I just decorated the room Christmas style! It's so happy!

I'm Not Betting On The Afterlife

2007-09-13T16:16:06Z

So my first two weeks in Rome have been rather wonderful. I have been some pretty awesome places already, and I know more are to come shortly. The people here are surprisingly delightful; there are some who are a little beyond hope, in terms of what I'm looking for, but c'est la vie. Most of the people here are interested in getting out into the city, both to see the history and to get shitfaced, which is me in a nutshell. I just made a flickr account today so that I can put up all the pictures I'm taking, and, believe me, it's a shit ton. I'm so stoked about this program, it's ridiculous. The workload is a little uneven, as in most of our work is due Monday through Wednesday, but I have no time management skills so it's a bit of a problem. I'm hoping to fix that, if I can, maybe, but we all know how I am.

On a non-abroad related note, I took Manda's career thinger and my top ten matches are - professor, clergy, occupational therapist, ESL teacher, foreign language teacher, corporate trainer, computer trainer, gerontologist, motivational speaker, and art/music therapist. Some of them are a little questionable, but two of these items qualify as exactly what I want to do with my life.

UM-BER-ELL-AH

2007-08-07T22:27:05Z

So, remember this post in which I ramble on about the ICCS and how even if I don't get in I'll have a good time in Boston and at the end of which I essentially convince myself it's a good thing to stay in the US? Well, I'm going to Rome anyway. I got pulled off the waitlist just last Friday and now I have a shitton of things to do so that I can get to Italy legally.

The passport is the most annoying part because even expedited it takes four weeks, which is really time I don't have. So I have to make a special appointment when I only have two weeks left so that I can get it in a few days. But then I have to get my visa. Oh my.

Who cares if it's this stressful to get ready because when it's all over, I'll be living in Rome for three and a half months. Oh my god, I'm so excited.

I am sort of sad to go though, but I can always have great times in Boston and I know that for as long as this amazing group of people I rub elbows with sticks with me I will.

We're Rhode Island Bound

2007-06-14T07:32:37Z

My sister had a baby yesterday! Adele Maria, and she's beautiful. I'm really glad that she's not ugly because I just do no know how I'd react to an ugly niece. The weather was ridiculous: a huge thunderstorm with bold forks of lightning and deep rumblings of thunder and gumball-sized peltings of hail. I'm not sure what it says about Addy yet, but we'll see as she grows. (I drew a tarot for her, but I forget what it was. I think it was major arcana, but I can't really remember. I've been playing with tarot a lot lately so I almost can't remember what goes with what.)

I've no other pressing news. I'm working at the diner again, and I've already put $800 in the bank. Hopefully I'll save more this summer than I did last summer, but we'll see. I want to go up and visit Boston a couple of times and to get a few tattoos, maybe a new piercing, and new clothes.

The only thing that sucks about my working is that I work Thursday through Sunday and Audrey works Monday through Wednesday so we don't really get to see each other. Plus Carri is out in western PA doing clinicals and I feel like I have no one to hang out with around here. I'm secretly already looking forward to going back to school, but don't tell anyone.

And If It's Not...

2007-06-05T19:07:54Z

I may be speaking too soon, BUT I'm rereading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and I may actually like Joyce. He has a way with words, and, like Mike, he may have his way with words.

Oh, You Gotta Be

2007-05-26T21:14:39Z

I have lived through finals, packing, the week at Michelle's, birthday parties, and all official 'I-haven't-seen-you-in-a-while-so-we-simply-must-hang-out-the-first-week-you-come-home' hang out sessions. The real reason I want to post is this facebook message from one, Verity Gale Salmon, and my reply:

i have to ask...

did you do coolin 0'brain?

just an observation on body language in the post-finals bender photo album that zach made :)

i am very sad i missed the debauchery.
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Ah, my v-tas, asking the hard hitting questions.

I did not, in fact, do Coolin O'Brain. That would be weird.

I am also very sad that you missed it.

Love the lady, even though she was such a hosebeast that last month and a half. I will miss her as she's off eastern-Germany gallivanting.

When In Doubt Give

2007-05-15T10:42:29Z

I hate packing.

Until My Darkness Goes

2007-05-08T16:57:33Z

Today, when I looked up the Western Roman emperor Caracalla (son of Septimius Severus) on Wikipedia, this came up:

Caracalla (April 4, 186 – April 8, 217) was Roman Emperor from 211 – 217.

your hole family wears big hard coe extreme gitches you got a big poopchin
pete has a greasy bumchin
can you lick yur chilp? i can thats the spot between your chin and your lip
you stink like really big sumo reastlers under pants
bausmer is an old fart 2
your mother smells like an old greasy mokeys asre

That is why Wikipedia does not qualify as any sort of real source. Exactly that.

This Whiskey Priest, He Burned A Church

2007-05-04T08:00:15Z

I have an 8 page paper due tomorrow at noon, but I've yet to start it at all. I almost have no idea what I'm going to write about. I was thinking concerns of authorship in Jonson and Martial, but I don't know where my handout from the Martial lecture at the Roman Studies Conference went. I guess I should just start with a basic intro, then some biographical information on Jonson (which would hopefully explain why he'd be so concerned with authorship and poetry), and then instances of such concerns in his poems, and how that relates back to Martial. It all sounds so easy.

It also doesn't help that at 10:50 pm I decided to take a half hour nap that I didn't wake up from until a little after 2 am. Boo, me.

I always knew this icon would be entirely appropriate at some point. I'm so looking forward to sleeping tomorrow after I study for my Roman history exam.

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2007-05-01T05:56:03Z

Do it, and it will change! How exciting!

I'm in the middle of a paper right now, which if I would just write could be done very shortly, but I'm fucking around. I'm too tired for this right now.

We had a pants-less dinner party tonight, and I loved it!

Don't Be Afraid of the Wolf Pack

2007-04-24T02:42:41Z

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And Nobody Ever Came

2007-04-22T22:36:49Z

Mr. Mason informed me of the linguistic conundrum brought to your attention earlier, and I give you these initial findings: You have forgotten the letter G, but retained knowledge of its representative sound. You have forgotten the orthography of the letter F. Further, you have also lost the native-sensibility of pronunciation, giving no notice to the existence of superfluous Es in your surname. Ignoring the possibility of any other, unrecorded incidents of confusion with the modern English alphabet, an 11.53% possibility of error in all things regarding English language literacy. This has occurred within solely the past semester. I prospect you shall become completely illiterate by the end of the next 3-4 years.

I love the people around me. But, to explicate: I once tried to pronounce 'gee-ess-you', our student union, but could not make any sound for gee besides guh; on Kate's birthday cake, I was cursive lettering 'funfetti chasm' but I forgot how to make a lowercase, cursive eff; and finally, my student id has said 'Kirsten L. Crookes' for over a year (I replaced it last spring), and I didn't notice until last week. It is very true that I will eventually become entirely illiterate.

What Else Can I Do?

2007-04-15T03:11:48Z

I'm bored tonight, waiting for Mike. So I decided to translate some Catullus. I kind of sort of like it.

[latin, in case you know it]
Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
iucundis Zephyri silescit aureis.
Linquantur Phrygii, Catulle, campi
nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae:
ad claras asiae volemus urbes.
Iam mens praetrepidans avet vagari,
iam laeti studio pedes vigescunt.
O dulces comitum valete coetus,
longe quos simul a domo profectos
diversae varie viae reportant.

[a more literal translation]
Now, spring restores unchilled warmths,
now, the fury of the equinoctial heavens
grows quiet with delightful western breezes.
Catullus, let the Phrygian camps and the
rich soil of sweltering Nicaea be abandoned:
let’s fly to the bright cities of Asia!
Now, my impatient mind yearns to roam,
now, my glad feet grow lively with excitement.
Farewell, oh my sweet band of companions,
who, having traveled far from home with me,
head back on different paths in different directions.

[my translation]
At last, Spring restores warmths once frozen,
at last, the heavens, furious with change,
are quieted by pleasant sighs from Zephyr.
We ought leave behind these campus doldrums
and these dirty streets in this seething city.
We ought fly to breezy beaches in the sun.
Already, my trembling heart yearns to roam,
already, my happy feet tap in anticipation.
Oh, my wonderful family of friends, goodbye,
you, too, have come far from home,
return by different paths to different homes.

Things Try To Break You Down

2007-04-07T19:08:25Z

I learned a new word today. Panacea. It means a cure-all, from Greek. I like it quite a bit.

I downloaded some podcasts to learn Spanish. Latin American. There was one broadcast from Scotland, but that was mainland Spanish, lisping, odd constructions and all. It was fun to hear Spanish with a Scottish accent, though.

I'm so behind in school, and the sad thing is that, at this point, I don't care to catch up at all. Boo, me. I need this semester to be over already.

I Do What I Want, And I Want What I See

2007-03-28T04:42:58Z

A certain person wrote me this in the library tonight. We were all just too bored by half of all the studying, so he lightened the mood.

Ode to Catullus By Zach Mason
by Zach Mason

Oh Big C Man with your foul, foul ways
Please write another poem without delay.
Meter is for big fat pussies, Form is for sweaty ballsacs
Get me some anus licking pre-teen so I may fuck him in the ass

My mouth is so dirty, yet somehow I'm clever
For I am Catullus, they will read me forever

Who said that Classics were boring and dull?
Oh yeah, those who read Aristotle.
I can write about hymens, pubes, foreskins and be just ever so crass
Get me some anus licking preteen so I may fuck him in the ass

Put your big cock in my mouth and it will be severed
For I am Catullus, they will read me forever.

The only editorial freedom I have taken is to amend his spelling 'Cattulus' to 'Catullus' for a little clarity.

I'm Electric Now From The Pure Brilliant Sparks You Shot

2007-03-20T07:09:49Z

I'm tipsy and have class at 8 am.

I played kings two times over, had a little talk on the street, loved everyone, wrote an essay in 2 hours, got a book about welsh (<3's Mike!), and just generally had a great evening.

Even though this semester sucks, the people in it are some of the best I've ever known, and I am so glad that I ever meet them. (I was going to say 'found them,' but I find that offensive, as if they were just pointless until I met them and assigned their various worths.)

<3, <#, love, heart, whatever else expresses the joy in my chest area right now.

Also, tonight, Verity said I do not believe in love, but that's false. I just don't know about the romantic concept of love. I find that a little faulty, especially since it wasn't really thought of until about the 14th century, or (if I'm generous) the 10th century.

Yesss, Mozilla has a spell check. Sweet.

I love this icon. Also, I really like Azureus, although I think I shouldn't have tried the beta 3.0.

Drunk,

Instead of Bombing Our Neighbors

2007-03-05T21:49:55Z

I haven't updated since January, but that's okay because February is a pointless month anyway. I officially have everything completed and sent in for the ICCS. With hope, I'll get in, but it would be no great loss if I didn't. Next semester at BU promises to be pretty dominant. I'd get to live in a great apartment with Keight, take PJJ's Aeneid class (12 books, 12 weeks), Greek History with Samons, plus Brit Lit II, and either history of the english language (!!) or twentieth-century British & Irish poets (Yeats to Heaney!). Whatever happens, happens, and I'm content either way.

I suppose I've done nothing of much note in February. I went shopping and bought cute underwear and outerwear. I'm nearly done watching Queer as Folk, as in I'm halfway through the last season. I'm reading a really interesting book called I, Claudius for my Suetonius class. I wrote a paper which I liked on Beowulf. I tripped face for the first time ever, and now I'm taking a break from illicit substances. It was really mentally and physically taxing. I don't regret it though; it was a great time.

Now I've got to get some work done, as I have three midterms this week (1 Wednesday, 2 Thursday, which were originally all on Thursday), and a bibliography due tomorrow.

Christa's in Ireland (!), and I'm terribly jealous. Safe trip and all that.