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Monday, September 14th, 1998... 11:38 am.

listening to: King Cobb Steelie's "Rational" from a sampler CD I have

I got this from Synistyr today... I forget his site addy, but will post the link shortly. I thought it was too freaking funny to not put up...and rather in my way of thinking. He knows me too well.

Words to live by?
	
69 Ways to Make Mata Hari Burn With Envy:
Read this magazine (see? You're on the right track). 
Drink coffee (just discovered it's a known aphrodisiac. I knew there was a
reason I felt justified in drinking so much of
it). 
Sing in the car while driving. 
Paint your toenails blood red. 
Eat lots of succulent fruits. 
Exercise: a toned muscle is a responsive muscle. 
Whistle at sexy people you see on the street. If you can't whistle, call
out "You sexy thing!" or some other similar quip. 
Pick up the sexy people you whistle at. 
Drink kiddy cocktails at bars. 
Learn to tie the cherry stem from your kiddy cocktail in a knot with your
tongue (I can give instruction if needed, just
ask). Give the stem to a bystander (hey... I know someone who forever kept
one I gave him). 
Fall in love. 
Do number 10 repeatedly. 
Wear great underwear, even under scuzzy clothes. In lieu of having great
underwear, either shop for some, or don't
wear any, also... 
Go without underwear under skirts. Ah, those tickling breezes... 
Only sleep with people you find tremendously attractive. If you can't... 
Fantasize about people you find tremendously attractive while sleeping with
someone less so. 
Maintain eye contact with someone whose head is nestled between your legs. 
Eat whatever you want to. 
Sing in the car with feeling. 
Wear lip balm that tastes yummy. Lick it off. 
Let other people taste your lip balm. :) 
Masturbate shamelessly. 
Flirt with people you aren't supposed to. 
Go to your local art museum and look at nude paintings. Take some time to
notice the voluptuous variety of milky skin
there. 
Garden - get some mud between your toes. 
Go skinny dipping at night. If you take a partner, it'll be really juicy.
if you don't, you'll find one fairly quickly. 
Take your vitamins. 
If you don't like taking vitamins, try taking them with tequila shots. 
Stand outside in a rainstorm. 
Wear red lipstick. Leave some on someone's collar. 
Throw away that ratty chenille robe. Get a silk kimono. 
While you're at it, ditch the nasty slippers too. Walk in bare feet. 
Don't even talk to me about curlers. 
make obscene phone calls to lovers. 
For the truly adventurous, make obscene phone calls to someone you know you
shouldn't, who is completely off limits.
Kiss a lot. 
Learn to laugh.If you're in the closet, come out. 
If you don't think you're in the closet, you probably are. :) Come out. 
Buy toys. No, not super-soakers. You know what I'm saying. 
Have a body secret you share with no one but lovers: a tattoo, a piercing,
a scar, etcetera. 
Have great shoes. Throw out those stupid flats you still have from 1982
with the leather appliqués. 
Back-seamed fishnets. That's all I need to say. 
Keep rope by the bed. 
Keep chocolate syrup by the bed. 
Keep by the bed, period. Whenever possible. 
Screw in fun places. 
Indulge a bizarre sexual fantasy (if you can't choose, that may be a sign
you need some help). 
Stop calling your cunt "down there". It's a cunt, a twat, a pussy, a
vagina, a honey-pot, a love-bucket, whatever, but
give it a title. Have some pussy-pride. 
Drink someone under the table. Then drag them home. :) 
Find at least five things you worship on your body. 
Make someone else worship them accordingly. 
Blow big pink bubbles with gum. 
Pinch your own nipples. 
Pinch someone else's nipples. 
Play x-rated charades. 
Do a strip tease. Better yet... 
make someone else do one for you. Put a dollar in their pants. 
Read good, wholesome smut. 
Kill your television. 
Have sex sometimes just to have sex. Be primitive. 
Learn to moan like you mean it. Stop faking orgasms: honesty is a great
aphrodisiac. 
Wake up the neighbors. 
Eat pomegranates. 
Keep whipped cream on hand at all times. 
Have a sexual exchange in public. Don't feel guilty. 
Avoid fluorescent lighting. 
Learn to love your ass. 
Get the hell off the computer and go get down. :)
A list perhaps? I'm looking at it, thinking "How much of this can I do regularly?"
Yummy.

I've been on hormone overload lately. Last night, I joked that I was building my harem for the coming years. Laine said she wouldn't be surprised in the least.

Speaking of the coming years, Laine, Mike, KwikDraw and I had the big talk, yet again. To the uninitiated, I will explain further if asked, but basically I either know what's coming, and have a hand in it (as do a few others), or I'm nuts and have a messiah complex. I hold onto the hope that I'm nuts.
The reason I had four hours sleep is this discussion, and the things I realized last night...
You ever have the feeling you're going to have to make the hard decisions, command decisions, and you're not going to want to? I keep having this feeling I'll be asking people to...
*sighs*

It's really not all that important. It happens, or it doesn't. But I find fewer people think I'm crazy when I tell them what I think. Maybe they want to believe me. Who knows. It's all going according to plan, anyway.

I got up early today for E.I. stuff...an info session which was actually pretty helpful. I'm going to get myself into a serious job search. I mean, first off, I have the time, and the latitude to find something I really want to do. Secondly, I can look into training, and alot of other stuff. I'm going to explore my options, I guess.

My mom wants me to come and see her, and both grandmothers today. I'm hoping I can manage it. I just have to get it together early enough, which means I should eat and nap soon. It also means free dinner before downtime. Yay:)

Etienne is supposed to get much money today, and buy me drinks at Velvet. I'll stop by, and he better be there. I hate walking into a place on my own and looking around like a loser.

KwikDraw just told me he's on pager number three. Gah. Well...three times lucky? I'd give up at this point. If this one's stolen, I don't think karma means for him to have a pager.

Gah. I hate being fuzzy. Sleep, after Rice Krispies. Mmmm.