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July 29, 2005
I have a temporary guest pass to use the computers at the public library...Just so you know. I finally have all of my stuff, but my apartment is ghetto. Bigger than the Laramie one, but I'm thinking of looking for someplace else. Especially since I haven't seen a contract/lease yet....and I've asked! I spent the day making my classroom livable. I'm excited! It shouldn't have been possible, but I do believe that I have found a town with less to do than Laramie. That may not be true, but so far... I've heard about a GLBTQ community; it appears to fly under the raydar and I haven't been given the secret passwords for entrance. Kink really is a no go here, not that it is a surprise. I haven't even been able to find a toy store! As soon as money starts happening again I will be heading over to Phoenix to meet up with their community. Where do "grown-ups" go to make friends? I don't think I've ever had to do this before on my own....there was always someone known. There are bars/clubs here...but is it odd to go alone? If I'm not looking to take someone home...just make friends? posted at 5:00 PM
----------------------- July 26, 2005 Quick update: It's fucking hot!!!! Ok now that's out of my system...I've made it to Lake Havasu. My apartment isn't ready yet. Currently there is no electricity, the toilet is possessed, and for some odd reason the fridge has spawned....there are three. Due to these ummm...bumps....I'm staying at a local hotel. There is also a nifty coffee shop within walking distance (where I am now) that is giving me free access for buying caffiene and not melting on the tables. Ohh! My phone is on crack. I can't get to the voicemail at all and the number keeps routing through a local carrier....so if you get some odd number continually coming up. Answer dammit! I'm trying to talk to you! Perhaps I will find a real life later...for now I'm back to the hotel. 'Night. posted at 9:03 PM
----------------------- July 24, 2005 My bags are packed. The apartment is empty. I hit the road tomorrow (Monday) morning bright and early. I'll be without internet of any form for a while. My little laptop isn't cool enough to have a wireless connection. There will be calls placed to some of you....mostly for verification that Utah hasn't sucked me in. In a couple days Mandyland will have completed the transition to the land of sweltering heat! I love you. I'll miss you. posted at 2:46 PM
----------------------- July 19, 2005 I hate packing. I'm tired of packing. I'm avoiding packing. Harry Potter has not been opened yet. Well, opened as in out of the box..yes. Opened as in read, no. I'm saving it for the move. I have finished a rather interesting vampire book, a historical fiction that made me break out my geek-tools and do outside research to determine which facts were real and which weren't. I also have some comics/graphic novels/whathaveyou from Linus, to get through before the weekend. Oh. And incase you haven't heard. Numfar's dance for joy did not please the gods. My car is getting about $200 worth of work done. Without it the car won't be able to leave the state let alone get me to Lake Havasu. Collection? Anyone? posted at 1:45 PM
----------------------- July 15, 2005 I recieved this email from the gods of book distribution, aka Amazon.com, apparently just reminding me that HP was on its way. As if! Who could forget a thing like that!?! *********************** We hope you will be thrilled to know that we've begun preparing your order for shipment and we are confident that it will be delivered on Saturday, July 16. Translation: We are picking an arbitrary date. If it isn't out by that date, you can't do anything about it. So there. We are tired of dealing with you Harry Potter- worshiping freaks. Most books will be delivered by U.S. Mail, either with your regular mail delivery or in a separate, special mail delivery. Some orders may be delivered by UPS. Translation: No, we do not have the power to deliver your books by owl, chimney flue, or hocus pocus. You should have your copy (or copies) of "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" in your hands no later than 7:00 p.m. (in your time zone) on July 16. Because our carriers are delivering hundreds of thousands of books on that day, we do ask that you wait until 7:00 p.m. before contacting customer service if you haven't received your order. Translation: Just keep your robes on, you scar-drawn-on-your-forehead weirdos. Casting spells and cursing the mail won't get your book out any faster. Go practice your levitating or something. Although we're not requiring a signature, we still recommend that someone be home to accept the package, as the driver may not leave it on your doorstep if they don't feel it's safe to do so. Translation: We know you will be haunting the doorway, so don't pretend you aren't home when the mailman knocks on your door. Otherwise, some other Muggle will get your book and there is nothing we can/will do about that....except maybe laugh. posted at 9:06 AM
----------------------- July 14, 2005 ~must bang head on wall now!~ posted at 12:06 PM
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After seven plastic packing tubs and several journeys to the dumpster, I have come to the conclusion that I have single handedly brought down at least one forest. There are reams of paper disguised as articles that I absolutely needed to read to get through the courses. There are pieces of stories, poems, essays, and research topics. Pages torn, or copied, from magazines are folded and fluttering around. And the notes...my Goddess the NOTES!!! You'd think I was under the misconception that I'll become famous and my notes and doodles will someday be coveted by many. There are also lists. I like lists. I am very good at lists. I've chalked it up to one of the few truly Capricornian things that I do. Making lists is my way of keeping me organized. Not that anyone else can tell, but without them I'd be a lost cause. Unfortunately, I have not been able to figure out how to keep my lists. The get used as bookmarks, written on the back of notes or receipts, tossed into the back seat of my car, or the worst fate of all...left to find shelter on my bookshelf or in drawers. If you ever receive a book/journal from me, flip through see what I've left behind. I enjoy leaving little notes tucked between the pages. I will write in the journal before you get a chance to. If by chance you are gifted with one of my lists...I'd suggest framing it. Or you could release it into the wild to join your lost button and missing pair of scissors. posted at 8:52 AM
----------------------- July 12, 2005 So, I stumbled onto one of those "doll" making sites. The cartoon doll me is hot! I want to look like her for real.  posted at 12:03 PM
----------------------- July 11, 2005 Because everyone's Mondays should be filled with sex, dirty talk, and toys.....or at least websites about them... Let's start with the history of vibrators. There is even a slide show. Take notes...there might be a quiz. Now that we know the back story, let's move on to today's sexual aids. Personally, I want this one. My "rabbit" died a horrible death involving some scissors. You'll have to bribe me for those details. But, without the rabbit....could be lots of fun! If pearly-rotating goodness isn't quite what you are looking for, may I suggest something a bit more...stable, but equally fabulous? Pretty and functional. It could become one of the "art" pieces. From the looks of the flared bottom it could possibly also fit into a harness. Where was I? Oh yes...toys. Sometimes good sex toys fall into the wrong hands. It's funny and quite possibly very wrong! Now that we've ventured into the land of surreal sex, I suggest a visit to Shokushu High School. Think "Choose-Your-Own-Adventure" meets tentacle sex. Need a safety net after that over stimulation of links? I'm not exactly sure how blogger aftercare is supposed to work; a giggle is always good right? It appears that some landscapers have a twisted sense of style. This blogger has taken pictures of Buttplug Park. It's about the third post down. To bring our little journey to a natural conclusion, please remember that indulging in this much fun may have consequences. I suggest handling them better than this guy did. Oh heck. One more goodie, as a parting gift. posted at 8:48 AM
----------------------- July 08, 2005 You Are Subversion! What Naughty My Little Pony Are You? posted at 8:32 AM
----------------------- July 07, 2005 Oh dear. I may have put my foot in it. In fact, I do believe that the shit-ith hit-ith the fan-ith. I'm normally very good at watching what I say around my family. Not because I'm ashamed of who I am or what I believe, but because I don't feel like defending myself against most of my family (they like to gang up) and because I don't normally feel the urge to hack away at flimsy ties outright. That being said, I think I outted myself and/ or started a family grudge match yesterday. I was talking with my grandmother (father's side), trying to sound involved in the conversation about how hot AZ is (because I didn't think about that before) and how I will be recieving boxes of cotton clothes that she thinks I need (i.e. don't fit her anymore), when out of the blue she starts in on how I'll just have to make the best of the situation. When I asked her what she meant (Right here...this is the start of my downfall.) she responded with something along the lines of "Well, AZ is so liberal...it may be uncomfortable for you...certainly no family will be comfortable visiting." I'll pause for a moment while you laugh ...a lot. Something snapped in me. Instead of my normal, "Yeah...I think I'll be fine..." a smart-assed reply usually reserved for friends or picket-line enemies came forth. "Grandma...I'm actually quite liberal. I believe in human rights, gay rights, I'm against descrimination and segregation. I'm also for animal rights. I hate guns and do not believe that GWBush is the greatest gift to president-kind...." That's actually the explanation that came spilling out shortly after, "yeah, cause I'm soooo conservative." She hung up shortly thereafter...with me. She apparently was on the phone to most members of my family. I recieved 35 emails between then and 9am. All of them quoting bible and Bush and all sorts of vile, oozing, conservative propaganda. I am currently, heroically, resisting the urge to respond to all emails with an invitation to come visit...signed by their loving, tattoo'd, bisexual, bondage loving, Wiccan (Insert appropriate familial relation category here). But on the plus side...I've found and acquired a nifty Harry Potter countdown thingy. Check it out. posted at 9:31 AM
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