Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
hello, babies
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ”
-- Kurt Vonnegut; God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
1000th
[images: simon; banff circa summer 2007]
[currently listening to: manu chao, gnawa diffusion & idir - a tulawin]
as a biologist, being caught feeding the wildlife is absolutely shameful but this little bugger was too damn cute not to.
my breath currently smells like death. I ate literally 2 potatoes for dinner and had noodles AND frickin' pasta afterschool. I <3 carbs.
shahdin is off on a brave backpacking journey to various countries on her own for the next few months... I hope that she comes home safely in one piece! With countries with syria, jordan, libya and morocco on the list... she's bound to come home with stories, lol.
and as a final point... mio dolce is 25 <33
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
say wtf!
[image: canwest]
That hole you are looking at is my cousin's apartment unit in freaking richmond... A plane had crashed into the 8th and 9th floor of the apartment building late this afternoon. My grandma lives literally just 2 floors up and my aunts and uncles a few more floors up above there. I guess we should be thankful that the crash didn't erupt into flames. Unfortunately 1 person was killed and 2 others were injured from this whole accident.
Emergency preparedness was really good.. the whole building has been evacuated and moved to a nearby hotel for at least the next 3 days. No clue as to whether there is long term structural damage to the building.
:S
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
um, lady... the pricetag sticker is still on your shoes
[image: peter lovigin]
i haven't seriously watched or surfed porn in about 5 months... so I decided to go clicking around out of curiosity. I've forgotten how ridiculous this whole business was. Why the hell do pornstars narrate whatever the hell they do during introductions?... why is there even an introduction? Makes me just want to put a paper bag over the person's face especially given the fact that a woman's rambling ends up softening up a peen. Another annoying point are the scenes involving a woman crawling around in huge empty mansions. The "borrowed" bed or sofa or whatever is always draped in a big sheet, lol... kinda takes away for the grandeur of a fancy mansion. I've never seriously thought about it until recently but is porn primarily targeted towards men? I personally would like to see scenes shot from a woman's point of view (yes, understandably most of you dudes don't want to see dick in your face for the next 15 minutes). I'm sure plenty of ladies surf up the ol' web to get some jigging done every now and then but it still eludes me as to what the most of us look for. I think that's the reason why I used to be pretty content just reading erotica. Furthermore, is there any dude who enjoys lesbian sex scenes? Given the fact that most lesbo porn is unrealistic and geared towards a male audience, what is real lesbian porn really like?
and the pondering ensues.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
Saturday, October 06, 2007
the remnants of a man's past passion
[image: legal_bamboo]
dear angelo,
i've never really thought about it until i'm sitting here alone in the realm of all the books and pictures and drawings of a man's past passion. i am awaiting for his return but something about the hollowness of this room draws my insides thin. i ask myself not to pry or wonder but the ghosts of the former are still lingering behind the walls. what have these walls seen or heard or witnessed? i cannot erase the feeling of being watched, like my happiness or shortcomings are all accounted for in some book of accusations. i long for some warmth in this cold room, my tea tonight provides none.
--jane
Thursday, October 04, 2007
thanksgiving stuffing
[currently listening to: ian ritchie & cat - corto maltese]
holy crap. this diva cup business is dangerous but I'm determined to persevere. jamming the damn thing up one's privates is like wrestling a huge ass rubber alligator into a little hole. the cup actually collects menstrual blood quite neatly and there's little numbers on the side of the cup that tell you volume measurements. but freaking hell... fishing the damn thing out is a hella arduous task because if one squeezes around those vaginal muscles around, the cup kinda gets slurped up further. having long-ish nails isn't too great either because in the process of stuffing, it's so easy to accidently pinch at sensitive lip parts. Anyways, I also wanted to say that there are funky squishy slurping noises while pulling the thing out... it's like a quasi wet birthing process.
so HOT.
i'll give it 3 more cycles and if I still can't perfect this stuffing process, I'm turning back to pads and fricking tampons. yaaaaay staphylococcus. >: (
Monday, October 01, 2007
flinging hunks of vaginal mucous
[image: postsecret]
I try to convince myself otherwise. I wonder when the hell I'll be done school, lol.
Anyways. Genetics has gotten way out of hand. Recombination is like wtf for me right now. Map units say what? Entomology labs are boring as hell and one of the TA is seriously a young living relic of the russian cccp. Blake has started skipping classes because he's "sick" for who knows until when. Environmental physiology wants me to just move to the amazon to study unknown species of fish. Overall, school isn't THAT bad... it's by far, much more interesting than past years. I just feel like an ol' bout of blogging complaints because I haven't done so in eons.
In other news, I bought a fricking diva cup and I'm so damn excited to use it but I have to wait for my cycle to start. The cup is so huge (imo) and when it bounces back into place, it makes a loud "pop" sound. It comes with a little drawstring bag and I don't need to worry about toxic shock syndrome. Goodness knows how much I've spent on wasteful tampons and napkins and such. I might hate it... we'll see. Updates soon on the adventures of Jane's vagalicious vagina. (lol, I've always wanted to say that... that and the word 'pussylicious'... tee hee hee)