Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Duct Tape.
By popular demand, I am going to cross post from my secret blog.
Yes, yes..I write things elsewhere and like here, my thoughts and writings have taken a noticeable downward turn. I never post my thoughts much because I fear that things will be thrown back at me or you will think me a Debbie Downer, pathetic, etc.
Are we all happy-go-lucky people ALL the time?
If you says yes, your pills are most likely giving you Lee Press-On happy.
Life has ups and downs.
Luckily, I have had countless ups and very few downs. Currently, I am in a down. Though I am grateful, I think having things so good makes the bad things so much more hard. Carrying hate and disrespect for things I once loved is difficult to sort out and digest when you have never had to do it prior.
I am working hard to find a way back because if I recall correctly...
I used to feel wonderful each day.
So, to conclude this prologue to my post- Good or bad, happy or sad, I am who I am and I am proud to have a heart that has been able to love, eyes that can see past the tallest built walls, the balls to follow my instincts, and the wisdom to appreciate that everything happens for a reason.
Judge away.
December 17, 2008- Have You Been Working Out or Something?
It was about a year ago I had one particular night that tragically went astray.
All day I got girled up. Hedy Lamar hair, Matching vintage bra & panties, Butter cake perfume, the whole kitchen kaboddle.
Leaving to the holiday extravaganza I looked in the mirror and I felt STUNNING.
More beautiful than I thought even I could.
I even wanted to have sex with me!
This is a rarity for me.
I thought,"Yep Jessica, you better do some stretches or something because tonight its on like Donkey Kong. This dress is fuck me elegant. You've come a long way, Baby."
By the nights end, I was sitting in my car, alone, and feeling more worthless and ugly than I have ever felt in my entire life.
For those of you who know me well, you know that I have had a looooong and fugly history pertaining to my outside shell. Lets just say, It was a long walk for me on the "pretty on the inside" road.
I remember thinking then about how when I was a kid I had a particularly painful incident involving a nail through my foot. Child mind thought it somewhat logical that the human body must just run out of tears after a few continuous hours. After a great deal of youngin' sniffling/pondering I ran and asked my dad for the facts. He told me that unlike blood, tears unfortunately were endlessly produced by little holes in my eyes-
this was precisely the reason that they invented "duct" tape.
He didn't convince my seven year old mind that day and yet- here I was as an adult, wishing my dad wasn't right, crying thousands of my ugly meaningless tears that would never run out.
They still haven't.
What your seeing now is just my "duct" tape.
Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to shove this out of my head today. My freakish memory recalls things I personally would choose not to.
I promised myself that I will never ever feel that way EVER again.
Even more importantly, I don't want anyone around me that I love to ever feel that way. I am going to do my best everyday so that you know that your equally hot on the outside as your nougat delicious insides. Doro, I have never seen red lipstick look so good on anyone as it does on you. Teri, I wish my legs were half as long and lovely as yours. Eric, your eyes are blue like the water around your island and other men are jealous of your beard. Alpha your skin is like fucking milk.
Nomie, your ass is perfect and your smile is infectious.
I mean it. Ya'll couldn't be ugly if you literally stapled a turd to your fucking faces.
Thanks for filling my life with eye candy as well as being phenomenal people.
Now, do you care about this little story.... probably not but, It's my blog for a reason.
Odds are however, you have also felt at some point like a big dirt fool.
I am truly sorry for that. If I were there with you, Id have given you a hug while simultaneously punching the offender in the face. Use that moment as a catalyst to tell someone you spend time with that they are in fact a stone cold fox.
Take that tiny moment to point out how they work a pair of basic Converse like a demi-god or how you appreciate the way they put on deodorant in the morning because deep down it's way of saying, "Hey, I like it when your close to me".
Maybe your lady has bichin titties that fit perfectly in the cup of your hand like they were made in the factory for your sorry ass?
On a whole I am an advocate of putting the "self" in your "self esteem" but,
who wouldn't want to hear that kind of shit every once and awhile?
You surly do and most of you really deserve it.
Yes, yes..I write things elsewhere and like here, my thoughts and writings have taken a noticeable downward turn. I never post my thoughts much because I fear that things will be thrown back at me or you will think me a Debbie Downer, pathetic, etc.
Are we all happy-go-lucky people ALL the time?
If you says yes, your pills are most likely giving you Lee Press-On happy.
Life has ups and downs.
Luckily, I have had countless ups and very few downs. Currently, I am in a down. Though I am grateful, I think having things so good makes the bad things so much more hard. Carrying hate and disrespect for things I once loved is difficult to sort out and digest when you have never had to do it prior.
I am working hard to find a way back because if I recall correctly...
I used to feel wonderful each day.
So, to conclude this prologue to my post- Good or bad, happy or sad, I am who I am and I am proud to have a heart that has been able to love, eyes that can see past the tallest built walls, the balls to follow my instincts, and the wisdom to appreciate that everything happens for a reason.
Judge away.
December 17, 2008- Have You Been Working Out or Something?
It was about a year ago I had one particular night that tragically went astray.
All day I got girled up. Hedy Lamar hair, Matching vintage bra & panties, Butter cake perfume, the whole kitchen kaboddle.
Leaving to the holiday extravaganza I looked in the mirror and I felt STUNNING.
More beautiful than I thought even I could.
I even wanted to have sex with me!
This is a rarity for me.
I thought,"Yep Jessica, you better do some stretches or something because tonight its on like Donkey Kong. This dress is fuck me elegant. You've come a long way, Baby."
By the nights end, I was sitting in my car, alone, and feeling more worthless and ugly than I have ever felt in my entire life.
For those of you who know me well, you know that I have had a looooong and fugly history pertaining to my outside shell. Lets just say, It was a long walk for me on the "pretty on the inside" road.
I remember thinking then about how when I was a kid I had a particularly painful incident involving a nail through my foot. Child mind thought it somewhat logical that the human body must just run out of tears after a few continuous hours. After a great deal of youngin' sniffling/pondering I ran and asked my dad for the facts. He told me that unlike blood, tears unfortunately were endlessly produced by little holes in my eyes-
this was precisely the reason that they invented "duct" tape.
He didn't convince my seven year old mind that day and yet- here I was as an adult, wishing my dad wasn't right, crying thousands of my ugly meaningless tears that would never run out.
They still haven't.
What your seeing now is just my "duct" tape.
Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to shove this out of my head today. My freakish memory recalls things I personally would choose not to.
I promised myself that I will never ever feel that way EVER again.
Even more importantly, I don't want anyone around me that I love to ever feel that way. I am going to do my best everyday so that you know that your equally hot on the outside as your nougat delicious insides. Doro, I have never seen red lipstick look so good on anyone as it does on you. Teri, I wish my legs were half as long and lovely as yours. Eric, your eyes are blue like the water around your island and other men are jealous of your beard. Alpha your skin is like fucking milk.
Nomie, your ass is perfect and your smile is infectious.
I mean it. Ya'll couldn't be ugly if you literally stapled a turd to your fucking faces.
Thanks for filling my life with eye candy as well as being phenomenal people.
Now, do you care about this little story.... probably not but, It's my blog for a reason.
Odds are however, you have also felt at some point like a big dirt fool.
I am truly sorry for that. If I were there with you, Id have given you a hug while simultaneously punching the offender in the face. Use that moment as a catalyst to tell someone you spend time with that they are in fact a stone cold fox.
Take that tiny moment to point out how they work a pair of basic Converse like a demi-god or how you appreciate the way they put on deodorant in the morning because deep down it's way of saying, "Hey, I like it when your close to me".
Maybe your lady has bichin titties that fit perfectly in the cup of your hand like they were made in the factory for your sorry ass?
On a whole I am an advocate of putting the "self" in your "self esteem" but,
who wouldn't want to hear that kind of shit every once and awhile?
You surly do and most of you really deserve it.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
INFJ
Since I didn't go to school in a normal fashion,
I never got to take the Myers-Briggs Test in high school like most kids.
I took today.
I never got to take the Myers-Briggs Test in high school like most kids.
I took today.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Between the Sheets
Newly constructed 4x5 sheet film pinhole tea cam.
I can't get it just right just yet. Something is slightly off somewhere in either the making of the camera, the exposure time of the shot, the developing on my bathroom floor, or the common denominator of the entire thing....me.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Only Quitters Quit
Been in this same position forever now.
Trying to get my webcam to do the simple thing I need it to do.
In the battle of creative differences between us, I will inevitably win.
So suck it, Logitech.
Trying to get my webcam to do the simple thing I need it to do.
In the battle of creative differences between us, I will inevitably win.
So suck it, Logitech.
Technical Details
This other Gort in the previews is not thrilling me. A bit to creamy and Terminator 2 cartoon for me to get fully on board. Neo playing Klaatu lacks a certain tenderness and this is crazy people madness.
Fun enough yet certainly not MY Gort.
Ive been on the watching fence thus far. I just decided that I will go see it but, I will go and see it at IMAX. That way I won't be super pissed off because even the movie about beavers was pretty rad at IMAX. Everybody wins.
See now...I am being a positive squirrel.
Fun enough yet certainly not MY Gort.
Ive been on the watching fence thus far. I just decided that I will go see it but, I will go and see it at IMAX. That way I won't be super pissed off because even the movie about beavers was pretty rad at IMAX. Everybody wins.
See now...I am being a positive squirrel.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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