Disclaimer: Creativity and inspiration hit me in certain queer situations. This is one of those situations. Oh and that's not definite title. Cupcake, don't hate me.
“V+K”
Nobody knows how it happened
Nobody around you saw you stand,
Everyone is used to see you fallen
So no one else offered his hand
After you’ve wandered alone
Now I know you’ve found home
[CHORUS:]
When everything around you is falling apart
And there’s no place for love in your heart
Could he be the one you’ve waited for?
‘Loving him is my favorite mistake’ you say
‘And I wouldn’t want it any other way’
Could he be the one you’ve waited for?
I see surrender, I see hope
I’ve seen the way you look at him
Like the stars hold the moon
It’s time to stop the hiding
Time for you to face the truth
[CHORUS:]
When everything around you is falling apart
And there’s no place for love in your heart
Could he be the one you’ve waited for?
‘Loving him is my favorite mistake’ you say
‘And I wouldn’t want it any other way’
Could he be the one you’ve waited for?
The heart can only hold so much pain within
How many more promises will you break,
Don’t you see, you’re meant to be
There’s no way you’re fooling me
Don’t you know,
He’s found your soul.
When everything around you is falling apart
And there’s no place for love in your heart
Could he be the one you’ve waited for?
You’ve waited for…
The heart can only hold so much pain within.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Peek-a-boo?
By Gods, I have broken the yearly update cycle. How sad are you?
It's almost September. It's my favorite month right after January. Why? For some personalGiovanni and private Rink reasons. I better break my piggy bank because the ridiculous overspending to buy their love has to start. It sure as hell does not matter that my piggy bank looks like this:
IT DOES NOT MATTER.
Ahem.
Following months of a creativity dry spell, I've decided to finish working on the many incomplete songs I have. Well. What I really did was write an entirely new song and so far I like where it's going. No title yet. Sentiments ARE there though.
Excuse me while I complete it.
It's almost September. It's my favorite month right after January. Why? For some personal
IT DOES NOT MATTER.
Ahem.
Following months of a creativity dry spell, I've decided to finish working on the many incomplete songs I have. Well. What I really did was write an entirely new song and so far I like where it's going. No title yet. Sentiments ARE there though.
Excuse me while I complete it.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Give it a World
So I guess I am trying to go for yearly updates? HAPPY EVERYTHING. Now we can stop pretending I give a damn.
Blogger had a campaign against me last night. It ate TWO entries. It knows I hate to retype so once I get inspired, I am on a roll. Summoning that roll after everything has been deleted, cool comebacks and awesome snark included, is near impossible. Blogger, you fail me.
But for you my minions, I'll do my worst. Hm. I think I need to come up with a better name for you. Minions isn't filling me with happy fuzziness anymore.
So after a very long while where I was all alone in my Twitter world, there was a big bang of sorts and Nathan, Veronique and Christian suddenly sprouted with accounts. Now there is a daily twitter war ("I HAZ DIET ISSUES ~sob~" "I fix it <3" "YOU DID WHAT?!") and I love to watch from the sidelines. All I need is some buttered up pop corn, a single misleading tweet and off they go. All hell breaks loose. I'm waiting for Delton, Delton Girl and Vasser to materialize though by then Twitter will be fried. We're on the look out. Though man, I have to refresh so fucking much that my Twitter crashes on my not-supposed-to-be-amusing-but-it-is browser. I'm using Opera. Yeah. Because I can.
Because of this highly addictive service, I've become aware of the severe blossoming of a particular friendship between a cold blooded bastard and an ADD-stricken pirate. Look at me using all my text book jargon. A few years back, when it 'started'... I had mild OMFG moment... explosion. Safe to say I felt fucking angry and like I had really paid for my mistakes then. I really thought Nathan was screwing me over and I... felt hurt. After my ego finished taking a stroll around the self-loathing park, I started to realize a few things about these people. You know, above the fact that they have abso-fucking-lutely nothing in common. These two men, both very different in attitude and upbringing, started gyrating towards each other out of nowhere. Didn't want to admit it but it's really... interesting. From a psychotic point of it. Wait, psychiatric. Always get confused.
What is it about each other that makes a friendship possible? How come they're so close (and I mean CLOSE)? Do they feed off each other? If so, what does the one have that the other lacks? What kind of love is possible if they already have a special someone (yeah BOTH)?
If I didn't know any better I'd say that they each have a wound and the band-aid is shaped like each other. Did that make sense?
Just seeing their twitters, it's obvious this ain't something normal like a blow job or one night stand. Their world, their bubble... it's big enough for two. That's it. Whoever walks in there without permission is a dead (wo)man walking.
And my computer is about to die from low battery. That's the bad thing of choosing a career that focus on the human mind, you overanalyze like a hen. I want to know. I REALLY WANT TO KNOW.
Blogger had a campaign against me last night. It ate TWO entries. It knows I hate to retype so once I get inspired, I am on a roll. Summoning that roll after everything has been deleted, cool comebacks and awesome snark included, is near impossible. Blogger, you fail me.
But for you my minions, I'll do my worst. Hm. I think I need to come up with a better name for you. Minions isn't filling me with happy fuzziness anymore.
So after a very long while where I was all alone in my Twitter world, there was a big bang of sorts and Nathan, Veronique and Christian suddenly sprouted with accounts. Now there is a daily twitter war ("I HAZ DIET ISSUES ~sob~" "I fix it <3" "YOU DID WHAT?!") and I love to watch from the sidelines. All I need is some buttered up pop corn, a single misleading tweet and off they go. All hell breaks loose. I'm waiting for Delton, Delton Girl and Vasser to materialize though by then Twitter will be fried. We're on the look out. Though man, I have to refresh so fucking much that my Twitter crashes on my not-supposed-to-be-amusing-but-it-is browser. I'm using Opera. Yeah. Because I can.
Because of this highly addictive service, I've become aware of the severe blossoming of a particular friendship between a cold blooded bastard and an ADD-stricken pirate. Look at me using all my text book jargon. A few years back, when it 'started'... I had mild OMFG moment... explosion. Safe to say I felt fucking angry and like I had really paid for my mistakes then. I really thought Nathan was screwing me over and I... felt hurt. After my ego finished taking a stroll around the self-loathing park, I started to realize a few things about these people. You know, above the fact that they have abso-fucking-lutely nothing in common. These two men, both very different in attitude and upbringing, started gyrating towards each other out of nowhere. Didn't want to admit it but it's really... interesting. From a psychotic point of it. Wait, psychiatric. Always get confused.
What is it about each other that makes a friendship possible? How come they're so close (and I mean CLOSE)? Do they feed off each other? If so, what does the one have that the other lacks? What kind of love is possible if they already have a special someone (yeah BOTH)?
If I didn't know any better I'd say that they each have a wound and the band-aid is shaped like each other. Did that make sense?
Just seeing their twitters, it's obvious this ain't something normal like a blow job or one night stand. Their world, their bubble... it's big enough for two. That's it. Whoever walks in there without permission is a dead (wo)man walking.
And my computer is about to die from low battery. That's the bad thing of choosing a career that focus on the human mind, you overanalyze like a hen. I want to know. I REALLY WANT TO KNOW.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Pictures of You
Don't cry for me my little minions, the truth is I never left you.
So stop moping.
I am hoping to regulate my updating. Or not. It really depends on the volume of my work and my desire to stand up from my couch to fetch my laptop. I added Twitter so now you know everything I am doing...
Been working really, really hard lately because in truth I have nothing better to do. Lucky for me, I've acquired a pretty decent portfolio so the money is coming in on a semi-steady pace. Now Pookie has an actual chew toy excluding my converse. Now I can get the good condoms. Mint flavor and everything.
We have an interesting set of priorities.
Speaking of sex and body fluids, I hooked up with this really hot piece of ass a few months ago. I was finishing up a photoshoot and he was next door. Can't really remember his name. I know it's with a B... somewhere. Point is we got to looking, we grunted something and off to some dark corner it was. It had to be quick, he had some work to do and the doll-esque model was going Furby on everyone.
Yes, the yummy Juicy Couture guy. I am quite happy to report that he is now on my speed dial for nqf (nice-quick-fucks). Gotta admit he's not what I usually go for (like a tattoo parlor gave birth to him) but so far it's been a pretty good fuck. I am glad my acquired ADD hasn't affected my performance ability. Most of the time I want to figure out what the fuck he has drawn on him... but that can wait until after we are satisfied.
Tomorrow is my prince's birthday. I must celebrate by dressing in green, like St. Patrick's day and stalking him. Excitement is all over the place. We must get cake.
So stop moping.
I am hoping to regulate my updating. Or not. It really depends on the volume of my work and my desire to stand up from my couch to fetch my laptop. I added Twitter so now you know everything I am doing...
Been working really, really hard lately because in truth I have nothing better to do. Lucky for me, I've acquired a pretty decent portfolio so the money is coming in on a semi-steady pace. Now Pookie has an actual chew toy excluding my converse. Now I can get the good condoms. Mint flavor and everything.
We have an interesting set of priorities.
Speaking of sex and body fluids, I hooked up with this really hot piece of ass a few months ago. I was finishing up a photoshoot and he was next door. Can't really remember his name. I know it's with a B... somewhere. Point is we got to looking, we grunted something and off to some dark corner it was. It had to be quick, he had some work to do and the doll-esque model was going Furby on everyone.
Yes, the yummy Juicy Couture guy. I am quite happy to report that he is now on my speed dial for nqf (nice-quick-fucks). Gotta admit he's not what I usually go for (like a tattoo parlor gave birth to him) but so far it's been a pretty good fuck. I am glad my acquired ADD hasn't affected my performance ability. Most of the time I want to figure out what the fuck he has drawn on him... but that can wait until after we are satisfied.
Tomorrow is my prince's birthday. I must celebrate by dressing in green, like St. Patrick's day and stalking him. Excitement is all over the place. We must get cake.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Believe what you will
In case it wasn't already obvious, to my dying fan base, I want to say that I've been taking a break from both reality and the written world. I've been writing (not working on them because they aren't a construction site) some songs. After a rather crappy 2007, I finally read all those piled up fortune cookies in my bottom drawer. Got sick of getting screwed over and clinging to some distant memory of the past.
My father and I are not really the type to sit down and have a conversation. Actually, up until a two or years ago, we weren't really capable of anything. Talking, looking at each other, let alone being in the same room. It isn't that I am not grateful to the man that sacrificed his childhood and teenage years to take care of us, doing his best to provide us with food and toys so that my sister and me never felt for a second that we were unfortunate. It's thanks to him that I think that Burger King and Chef Boyardee are fine cuisine.
The other thing about my sperm donor (as I fondly called him) is that he is completely screwed up in the relationship department. I don't think he's ever had a stable, monogamous relationship and what makes this worse is that he is a shrink. So I can safely say that all shrinks are fucking crazy. Some just know how to hide it better.
It seems to me that dad has been undergoing some sort emotional struggle because of this. He's been smoking. My dad doesn't smoke. Not even the four times that I've been in jail. Not even when I told him I was into men. Not even when the woman that gave birth to me and my sister fucked things over and left. But NOW he's stressed out.
Maybe he's met his match.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Dad Inferno Test
My dad took the test. Even I am slightly surprised at the results.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Extreme |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Jaws-a-droppin'
Wow. I haven't updated in like... forever. Well I've been busy so fuck off. But before you do that, look at how hot I still am. Hair's a little longer now.There is a lot of shit going around. Like... Nathan has a journal now which is pretty WTF considering he's such a secretive person. I mean he's tougher to get into than the FBI Headquarters on a bad day. WHICH made the journal creation surprising but not so surprising the journal abandonment. I mean, who was he kidding? >> It's frickin' Nathan. Super secret, non-trusting, scary Nathan. Doesn't matter if there is this peaceful dude trying to take his place. There are some things that are permanent with people. Like me for example. I will always be growling and horny. You can count on that like... the day only has 24 hours. Nathan is a very cynical person that is very careful with whom he cares about because he's one of those people that's been burned pretty badly. That or he just wants to control everyone because it's fun. He's a Gemini. The intentions switch.
What is even MORE surprising than Nathan getting a journal (which trust me, is shocking enough, I mean jaws dropped), is who Nathan is choosing to hang out with these days.
Man. I am like fucking Perez Hilton here. Ah whatever, you don't like it, go hump a tree. (See? I was NICE)
So he's hanging out with Earl CraPercy, who is like a big shit in England. Yeah I know he's my friend too, whatever, suck my dick. I can be a jealous fucker if I so desire. I mean, how unlikely is that?! They have NOTHING in common. At least from this perspective. Except that they both enjoy things that grow from the earth. And that is green. That's all I am saying and seeing.
What's even funnier is Nathan's current particular
Adding to that FUN... is the fact that my sister is now the center of everything. I remember when I was popular or so because I was actively modeling. My sister is popular for being a virgin and dating a school jock PLUS being chased by a teacher PLUS having a weird rocker chick as a best friend PLUS having the queen bee follow her around trying to get her to join her clique or something. And you thought that Caterina didn't have a full round up life. >>
Backing up to Nathan, Veronique hates Ashley because she slept with Nathan (according to some sources more than once) and they were friends or something and like Ashley broke a code of women or something. Point is, Veronique won't let it go and Ashley is not about to get some shit from anyone. I hate her so I am all 'Team Veronique' on this one. Then again, she's a fucking beehive, keeps stinging whenever you try to get close. I mean, she disses Veronique in her journal by complaining about how rich people this and rich people that. Makes me think that Ashley is even more narrow-minded than expected. I mean, if you REALLY think that Veronique is just a materialistic bitch and that nothing bad happens to her or that she doesn't care about anything else... stop doing drugs. Same goes for Ashley. She's not JUST about world peace. I am hoping. She's probably a lonely little pup wrapped in a bitch package.
In fact... I am so entertained right now that I will make a pretty little image on Photoshop (because I finally learned how to work that shit) and maybe IT can summarize what's currently happening.
Fun, huh.
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