June 24, 2002 :: 12:52 a.m.
collectively sniffing other peoples' panties
Aww!
Lilo & Stich was awesome! I want a Stich of my very own. Minus the destroying everything, of course... so I just want a Stich after he gets all nice and stuff. It wasn't as sad as Amanda led me to believe, though. I mean, yeah, it was sad, but she had me thinking it was worse than Bambi. Bambi, I tell you! There is very little in the realm of Disney movies that's worse than Bambi. I can't watch that movie. I saw it once when I was a kid and haven't gone willingly near it ever since.
Hmm... I was going to say something, but I forget what. Dammit. I hate that. Adam and I attempted to hang out by the river for a while, but the mass concentration of insects made it less than pleasant. And he was really tired, so I just left him to get some rest and drove my little self home. I'm hoping we can do something tomorrow, because I haven't spent more than a few hours at a time with the boy in while. It would be quite nice.
I missed Iron Chef tonight. Boo. I think it's on again at 1 or 2 a.m., but Mason is in control of the TV and won't let me watch it. Grrr. He obviously doesn't know how foolish it is to come between me and my competitive Japanese cooking show.
Whoa! What is this fucked up cartoon? It's on one of the HBO channels... there's some redheaded chick kicking ass in an alley. Now she's in an elevator... and in some blond chick named Gabrielle's office... okay, the redhead's name is Angela and she wants to kill some sort of hellspawn. Is this Spawn? I have no idea. I've never seen any Spawn-related things. Ah, yes, it is Spawn. Mason just informed me. And now Spawn him/itself is killing some guy with a chain dangling from a tree. Bizarro.
I am in dire need of something to do. A book to read. An idea to develop. A song to sing. Eh, scratch that, I've got songs to sing and they're not amusing me. I'm tempted to work on a new diary layout, but I don't know if I'm able to get into that right now. I'm lacking the ability to concentrate or be any sort of incredibly interested. It's too late for my brain to function properly and too early to go to bed. I'm probing the perineum of the evening and it's not very exciting. Heh. Oh, that was a good book. The one I just finished - They Call Me Mad Dog!: A Story for Bitter, Lonely People by Erika Lopez. It's book two in a trilogy, preceded by Flaming Iguanas: An Illustrated All-Girl Road Novel Thing and followed by Hoochie Mama: The Other White Meat. I haven't read the third one yet, but the first two are maaahvelous, darling.
And today's word is "perineum."
The in-between place that t'aint neither here nor there. It is not only a useless thing like pizza crust that sex manuals tell you to lick when you don't know what to do next. No. It's a metaphor for a state of mind, a way of life, an approach to sexuality, and a way of enjoying limbo when you haven't got a clue what to do next and it ends up being a very nice place to put your tongue for a while.
"Perineum."
Open your legs and your mind to that place in between.
Goodnight, all.
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