Dear Santa...Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In October I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield (-8 points). Last Sunday Overall, I've been nice (1017 points). For Christmas I deserve a new bike! Sincerely, |
December 6th, 2008
March 30th, 2008
February 12th, 2008
My love for Queer as folk and especially Brian&Justin is already one year old. It was last year around this time that I watched QaF for the very first time and totally fell in love with the show and the folks there. This show made me wanna achieve more, be more. It inspired me in many ways - to change and to better myself. I'm thankful that I got the chance to see it - thanks to internet - it hasn't been aired in my country yet and probably never will.
I'll raise a glass for the occasion and go back to enjoy some of my favorite Brian&Justin fan music videos. Love those guys. Cheers.
I'll raise a glass for the occasion and go back to enjoy some of my favorite Brian&Justin fan music videos. Love those guys. Cheers.
December 12th, 2007
Dear Santa...Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In November I committed genocide... Sorry about that, Overall, I've been naughty (-4023 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal! Sincerely, |
I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.
I am making a difference. Hate will not win.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.
I am making a difference. Hate will not win.
September 20th, 2007
I saw yesterday the last part of the JP&Craig's saga. And it made me sad.
Lets rewind.
*one week ago*
//major spoilers for JP&Craig's story
( What dreams may come... )
I'm rewatching the clips now. I just can get enough of this story. It's the first thing that sets my mind aside from my obsession with QaF in months. And I love the British accents the actors have. It sounds like they struggle to get the words out. It's adorable. X
Lets rewind.
*one week ago*
//major spoilers for JP&Craig's story
( What dreams may come... )
I'm rewatching the clips now. I just can get enough of this story. It's the first thing that sets my mind aside from my obsession with QaF in months. And I love the British accents the actors have. It sounds like they struggle to get the words out. It's adorable. X
July 19th, 2007
| Your Personality Is |
![]() You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas. You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy! Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people. In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally. You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought. Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals. In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent. At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia. With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well. As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly. On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things. |
June 14th, 2007
This brother of mine keeps surprising me. Gawd, I know he's creative and everything but it really amazes me sometimes how little I know about him. So last thing I found out is that he is participating in this thing called "Internet worm" , created from endless number images . The link to there is http://www.nemertini.com/index.html . His image is signed "Innuendo". And it is awesome, but the other images are, well, art. I like never even heard of something like this. And he not only knows but already is enlisted there. :)) I think I'm whining a little. No worries, at least one of us got the creative genes. Because I for sure don't have them.
May 31st, 2007
Fuck work. And fuck responsibility. And fuck being adult.
I want to have my return to Neverland. I really want to come back to childhood. I desperately want this. I want to go back to that time when everything was simple. When I didn't have to decide anything by myself. I want to go back to that time when my parents decided what time I have to get up, what I should eat and wear, what I'm supposed to do for the rest of the day. And all this is because I suck at making decisions. And because whatever you decide is written on your ass. I don't want to take full responsibility about my decisions. Frankly, who really wants that. I don't want to feel guilty when something goes wrong. Which usually does. Fuck that.
Now I'm suffering from the consequences of my last decision. Surprise, ha. I only hope that everything will work for the best. Cause I can't live with the pressure. It's annoying. And it's bugging me. And it's affecting my sleeping habits. And I can't get it out of my head. I don't think about anything else all week. And I really want this to stop but I can't pressure myself to stop it. Fuck, me and pressure don't work well together.
I want to have my return to Neverland. I really want to come back to childhood. I desperately want this. I want to go back to that time when everything was simple. When I didn't have to decide anything by myself. I want to go back to that time when my parents decided what time I have to get up, what I should eat and wear, what I'm supposed to do for the rest of the day. And all this is because I suck at making decisions. And because whatever you decide is written on your ass. I don't want to take full responsibility about my decisions. Frankly, who really wants that. I don't want to feel guilty when something goes wrong. Which usually does. Fuck that.
Now I'm suffering from the consequences of my last decision. Surprise, ha. I only hope that everything will work for the best. Cause I can't live with the pressure. It's annoying. And it's bugging me. And it's affecting my sleeping habits. And I can't get it out of my head. I don't think about anything else all week. And I really want this to stop but I can't pressure myself to stop it. Fuck, me and pressure don't work well together.
May 10th, 2007
Tomorrow, May 11. My best friend in the world has a birthday. Wondering what to write on her birthday card got me thinking about her and me and all the things we shared together through all the years that we know each other. Her name is Meggy and now she lives on the other side of the world. Thank God for Internet and Skype. This is how we communicate now.
We met in High School and then we attended University together. We were roomates in the dorms. And living with other person is not always easy task. It takes a lot of patience and compromises. Everybody has flaws and they are more evident in the everyday life. So we had our ups and downs. Mostly me bitching about something. I know I said a lot of bad things to her. And I know I envy her more times that I can count. And I know I'm probably the perfect candidate for "The Best Worst Best Friend" ever. But the good thing is she is best at forgeting the worst and focusing on the good. And, of course, she knows how much I love her and that if she needs me I will always be there for her.
Now she is here at home for a month. Tomorrow we will celebrate her birthday together probably remembering the good old time. And I just hope that we, her friends, can make this day as special to her as she is special to us.
Meggy, happy upcoming birthday and many more after. And for many more that we can enjoy together and not separated from a whole ocean. You know I love you sweety, always and forever.
We met in High School and then we attended University together. We were roomates in the dorms. And living with other person is not always easy task. It takes a lot of patience and compromises. Everybody has flaws and they are more evident in the everyday life. So we had our ups and downs. Mostly me bitching about something. I know I said a lot of bad things to her. And I know I envy her more times that I can count. And I know I'm probably the perfect candidate for "The Best Worst Best Friend" ever. But the good thing is she is best at forgeting the worst and focusing on the good. And, of course, she knows how much I love her and that if she needs me I will always be there for her.
Now she is here at home for a month. Tomorrow we will celebrate her birthday together probably remembering the good old time. And I just hope that we, her friends, can make this day as special to her as she is special to us.
Meggy, happy upcoming birthday and many more after. And for many more that we can enjoy together and not separated from a whole ocean. You know I love you sweety, always and forever.
March 28th, 2007
Dear Santa...Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In May I ruled Iran as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). Last month I gave Overall, I've been nice (572 points). For Christmas I deserve an Easy-Bake Oven! Sincerely, |
March 27th, 2007
I don't know what is going on. For two weeks now I'm like electric switch. I have this static electricity running through me. And whenever I touch something or someone there are sparks. It is getting really annoying. I just hope it will go away soon. Cause it's really getting to my nerves.
I'm listening to this really great song by Tracey Thorn:
Just this once
Let me tell you you’re the sweetest thing
The love in every song I sing
The music in my ears and everything
Happiness writes white
Maybe that isn’t true tonight
And things you know you might forget
And other things I haven’t told you yet
And it’s all true
And it’s all true
I just love the lyrics. I'll drink a cup of tea and will try to relax. Funny, just now the speaker from the radio suggested that. Freaky.
I'm listening to this really great song by Tracey Thorn:
Just this once
Let me tell you you’re the sweetest thing
The love in every song I sing
The music in my ears and everything
Happiness writes white
Maybe that isn’t true tonight
And things you know you might forget
And other things I haven’t told you yet
And it’s all true
And it’s all true
I just love the lyrics. I'll drink a cup of tea and will try to relax. Funny, just now the speaker from the radio suggested that. Freaky.
March 23rd, 2007
Shit. It's raining again. I don't know what it is about the rain, it always makes me feel depressed. I just hope it won't be raining throughout all the weekend. I'm at work now. I'm reading QaF fanfictions just to pass the time. That's the only thing that can make me feel good. The stupid weather. Stupid rain. I probably should get back to work now. Later.
March 22nd, 2007
Another work day. It's good that it's almost the end of the week. I can't take it for long. It's good that I work only five days through the week. And some shitty week this is. My piece of shit printer doesn't work properly. I spend most of my spare time fixing it. It makes me nervous as hell. I already smoke too much but with this crap I almost finished one pack of cigarettes. So now I'm smoking and drinking coffee and I don't know what just to not to have to start working. Can't wait for Saturday. I need some rest. I just wish that the sun will come up and that I'm in the park riding my bycicle. OMG this day will be so long.

Dear Santa...