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Feb. 2nd, 2011 10:53 pmLast night Grant and I had a night of pseudo-debauchery. First, we went up to a tattoo place to ask how much - in time and money - this thing I'm thinking of would be. This turns out to be for naught as my friend Memo has turned tattoo artist (and is really good) and demands to be the only one who does it. It's actually a condition of him cranking out my original idea in some kind of stunning sketch. Fine with me. It will probably end up being at my house with my kids all gathered round and Memo doing it? That's got to be the most wholesome tattooing scenario in the history of the world.
Then G and I saw Season of the Witch, aka The Most Boring Movie of all Time. Seriously, I was LAUGHING OUT LOUD at the demon scenes 10 minutes after Grant fell asleep in the theater. *sigh*
Sidenote: Damn this movie The Rite coming out! It is the sort of thing I DO NOT want to see but will HAVE TO SEE and it will HAUNT ME FOREVER. It's like they took every "scariest thing ever" and put them in one movie: demon possession? Check. Satan being sneaky and manipulative? Check. Priests trying to help people being overtaken and still having authority? Check. Pregnancy and babies involved? Yup. ANTHONY FUCKING HOPKINS? YOU BETCHA!
Silence of the Lambs, it tormented me. It was so so bad. This one has a bonus "Based on a true story" tagline.
Moving on. Then we went to some 24 hour sex store. I haven't been in a sex store since my first 5 minute "Because I can" jaunt as a newly 18 year old. We were looking to browse things I can normally only view online that we could use together, and what's funny is that this was very reminiscent of the sort of excitement I had at seeing REAL LIVE CLOTH DIAPERS I COULD BROWSE AND TOUCH NOT ON THE INTERNET. Poor Grant was doing this super uncomfortable tunnel vision thing whilst I cackled madly at, for instance, the giant posters for XXX spoofs of the Twilight movies. Porn just...doesn't do it for me. I kind of don't get how anyone takes it seriously. I mean, are there really people who buy a dvd with a stretched out anus on the front cover that's called "Shitholes"? Like, not as a joke?
I was joking with the cashier as Grant looked at the floor and held out the credit card. Anyway, we got a bag full of goodies and so far they're pretty good.
There are at least a few people on lj I've talked about sex toys with extensively but I am not so sure about broadcasting when, for instance, my grandparents are reading every entry. Feel free to contribute to the discussion as you wish.
Today was productive. I did a TON of cleaning, read to the little kids, kept to my Eat to Live eating plan, and sewed a purse I bought the fabric for a couple of weeks ago. It came out pretty well. I also finally got to talk to Dama again, an actual significant conversation that "counts" :)
I am in love with this song by Florence and the Machine....Dog Days are Over and Kiss With a Fist are great, too, but I think this is my current favorite off the album (Lungs):
I think I'm doing that thing people do where they get a morbid fascination with death because they are too aware of their own mortality. I usually think that's a really melodramatic and lame thing to do - especially when it leads to things like skull tattoos that have some kind of "deeep meaning, maaaaan" - but it seems to be involuntary when it happens to you. So I suppose I'll just run with it.
CAMPING PICTURES!












Then G and I saw Season of the Witch, aka The Most Boring Movie of all Time. Seriously, I was LAUGHING OUT LOUD at the demon scenes 10 minutes after Grant fell asleep in the theater. *sigh*
Sidenote: Damn this movie The Rite coming out! It is the sort of thing I DO NOT want to see but will HAVE TO SEE and it will HAUNT ME FOREVER. It's like they took every "scariest thing ever" and put them in one movie: demon possession? Check. Satan being sneaky and manipulative? Check. Priests trying to help people being overtaken and still having authority? Check. Pregnancy and babies involved? Yup. ANTHONY FUCKING HOPKINS? YOU BETCHA!
Silence of the Lambs, it tormented me. It was so so bad. This one has a bonus "Based on a true story" tagline.
Moving on. Then we went to some 24 hour sex store. I haven't been in a sex store since my first 5 minute "Because I can" jaunt as a newly 18 year old. We were looking to browse things I can normally only view online that we could use together, and what's funny is that this was very reminiscent of the sort of excitement I had at seeing REAL LIVE CLOTH DIAPERS I COULD BROWSE AND TOUCH NOT ON THE INTERNET. Poor Grant was doing this super uncomfortable tunnel vision thing whilst I cackled madly at, for instance, the giant posters for XXX spoofs of the Twilight movies. Porn just...doesn't do it for me. I kind of don't get how anyone takes it seriously. I mean, are there really people who buy a dvd with a stretched out anus on the front cover that's called "Shitholes"? Like, not as a joke?
I was joking with the cashier as Grant looked at the floor and held out the credit card. Anyway, we got a bag full of goodies and so far they're pretty good.
There are at least a few people on lj I've talked about sex toys with extensively but I am not so sure about broadcasting when, for instance, my grandparents are reading every entry. Feel free to contribute to the discussion as you wish.
Today was productive. I did a TON of cleaning, read to the little kids, kept to my Eat to Live eating plan, and sewed a purse I bought the fabric for a couple of weeks ago. It came out pretty well. I also finally got to talk to Dama again, an actual significant conversation that "counts" :)
I am in love with this song by Florence and the Machine....Dog Days are Over and Kiss With a Fist are great, too, but I think this is my current favorite off the album (Lungs):
I think I'm doing that thing people do where they get a morbid fascination with death because they are too aware of their own mortality. I usually think that's a really melodramatic and lame thing to do - especially when it leads to things like skull tattoos that have some kind of "deeep meaning, maaaaan" - but it seems to be involuntary when it happens to you. So I suppose I'll just run with it.
CAMPING PICTURES!











