Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Tuesday, Nov. 11, 2003 - 2:59 a.m.
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Pinup Girl Surfing
Haha! I LIED! I said I would write TWO entries tonight, and here is my third. Both of those were such good THEME entries, that I shall not ruin them by blogging them. So here I am again, being a bad girl and surfing. I could be making those quiches I had big plans for... no cooking tonight. Though I am proud to say I threw out the rotten vegetables in the bottom of my fridge: one zucchini from my garden.. what a waste, 2 red peppers from my father's visit... he is crazy about red peppers for some reason, romaine lettuce (ibid), half an english cucumber (ditto the zucchini remark), and a whole unopened package of asparagus from my hope that I would feel less dismal a couple weeks back, and desire to eat green food. Nope.
Instead of "working" (though I would like to do a drawing of the dervishes tonight) I am reading other websites, starting with the Halloween entry of Bitchslap.
First find... Pinup Girl Clothing. All I can say is oh my god. Do I WISH i had REAL TITS, and not average 34B. And perhaps a toosh too. vavoom! :) Sleepyzoe would look great in these!!
But oooh ooooh look at THESE Stretch thighhigh 6" platform boots! Or these:"EASY" black patent laceup boots. I LOVE the laceup look. They have them taller, but for some reason the platform is either transparent or white or silver. hmmm.
While I was at that site to see if there were any more sexy clothes I need (need!! hhahhahaha!), I got a lovely note from onewetleg, whose survey, Random3 I did earlier. And after reading an entry or two, I ended up at this: The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
I tell ya, I am flummoxed as to those results. Maybe sex with my own gender has screwed me over, cuz I am really a Virtuous Non-believer, I tell ya! I guess they have a different idea of virtue which doesnt include anal sex. Well damn them to hell, godforsaken fuckers anyways (did it ask if I take the lord's name in vain... damn, I gotta learn to lie more often!!).. oh yeah, that part about "do you enjoy violent movies and video games"... well the video games no, though that shoot the dancing hamster thing is the best stress-release site ever! (insert girly giggle), and I had to answer "yes" since I loved "Nikita" (the Luc Besson one, not the stupid american remake). Deep sigh. Seventh Level of Hell. George Bush will probably be there with me, as a warmonger, and my friend Charlie, for lending me money and charging interest, as a usurer. Ah, my heart is not as light as a feather. Maybe the suicidal thoughts of the past put me there. I think I need a Corona now.
While I get it you can read about all the levels of Hell, selon Dante. God, what an imagination. I guess that is called Hell on Earth. hmmm.
Well, that cheery excursion into the depths of hell inspired me to write right now a new survey on weapons. I actually thought of the theme tonight while handling my chipped dinnerplates (which, let me tell you, can slice a pretty nice hunk out of your finger, if they are fine bone china Mikasa dinnerplates). Go do the survey NOW! And fill out the other ones while you're at it... the "three of" one is fun, but no one has filled it out yet. Please... I'll get email that is not spam! Be nice! Well, I am just wandering all over here. So I shall sign off.
Last thought... I had a great and nifty new idea for a striptease!! ...putting ON WINTER CLOTHES!! (ie parka, mittens, scarf, hat, boots... maybe even start with the longunderwear and sweater if the song is long enough)... a way to spiff up the winter! You saw the idea here first. You could steal it, but could you ever do it as well as I?? Therein lies the sticky question!
Read my other entries from tonight: Charred People and also Whirling Gregorian Dervishes. You can't say I don't give variety.
Goodnight, me the wench.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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