Burfday tats

In an extreme act of generosity toward myself, I purchased the following tattoos for my birthday...so, so sweet.

Note to self: four tatttoos in three days is a bit much.

Thanks to everyone that supported this little venture. Muchos gracias! I love every one of you :)

Jinx

New Tattoo time

So, due to irritating problems with gmail I figure it will be easier to post pictures of my new tattoos and send folks here. Here is tattoo number one. Click on the images to see them larger. Three more on Sunday night...so fucking sweet. Any thoughts?

Mmm, The Breakfast Club

Oddly enough, my character is also the only one who appealed to me in the movie. Maybe I lust after myself. It's a love affair, only instead of it being with my hotrod, it is me.


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Finally, I did a "What is your sexual M.O.?" and this is what happened...big fucking surprise.


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When it comes to handling your honey's in the bedroom (or perhaps the public park or conference room) it's the crazier the better as far as you're concerned. You're what people have affectionately dubbed try-sexual. You'll try anything once and if you like it, hell, you'll do it again! You're an independant, confidant risk-taker who sees sex as a way to express yourself creatively. You're bored stiff by all the been-there, done-that routines and would rather have daring, adventerous sex once a week than ho-hum sheet heat every night.


Good times. Later skaters.

No spoon my ass!

I thought I would try this "Which Action Star are You?" out for a little sumpin' sumpin' to do. Thanks Olly making my day, silly girl.


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Considering how much I hate Keanu Reaves in the Matrix, this illustrates how pathetic these things really are. Mad Maddox made a witty little comment about Neo and how they could have had a painted log play his part just as well, if not better, than Keanu Reaves. See below for the irrefutable visual proof.

Busy Little Bee

Between the two preschools, the after school program and volunteering at the Youth Centre, my time is utterly consumed. So I thought for a minor diversion I would post a few random pictures from various times in my life. They will easily pass the time and provide irreparable proof of my absolute geekiness.



Not dorky enough? How about the following unconscious attempt to mimic Adam Sandler in Happy Gilmore? Yup. That is me riding the knight. Oddly enough, I'm being a Templar Knight for Halloween too. Not quite a Rod Serling moment but I try.



I finally made it back to my old high school, well, actually, it is a new building in a new location; therefore, I don't think 'old' applies in this situation, but they do still have the grad photos in the hallway.



It was interesting to reflect on why I became the way I was; furthermore, while my grad picture is obviously freaky, take a good look at all the mall-hair sporting, mullet proud 'normal' people and then consider why I am the way I am.



Enough memory lane stuff. To all my friends, I'm heading to K-town November 9-12 so if you are interested in hooking up or if you know of anything exciting happening that weekend call or email me.

Jinx out.

Aphex Twin

A wee tribute to Olly. Very, very strange. Not Olwen but the video

Yum

Not sure how many of you have read "Still Life with Woodpecker" but the title is a tribute to that fantastic novel. Also an appropriate remark on the following picture.



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As a side note, why is it that everyone couples the flavour of most random meat products to that of chicken? I have been told everything from frog's legs to rattlesnake taste "like chicken." What is up with that?

I am so overwhelmingly busy at the moment it is insane. Literally. I am insane in the membrane. Yes, insane in the brain. I figure a bunch of random funny pictures would have to suffice for a blog post.

Whose a cunt? What ethnocentric fuck has decided that his pro-life / divine right / creationism stance is only applicable to white Americans and everyone else is fair game for mass destruction all in the name of freedom for what bell hooks would refer to as the 'white, capitalist patriarch'? Oh, right. That cunt.



This last image made me laugh...a lot...out loud. See how easy it is to communicate without using those infernal IM acronyms? Okay, so I exaggerated a tad on the out loud laughter but wtf. That is called fucking with your head. With the exception of my sister (who is continuously in the dark when it comes to contemporary adages, acronyms and all things slang), I know everyone understands that adage; however, when one types every second word as some random mixing of letters it makes me want to punch them in the crotch...repeatedly...with a big stick.



If you need me, I'll be chillin' like Bob Dylan. Except without the pot because I don't smoke and I enunciate my words so maybe with a bit more comprehension too.