Movie Game!

1. First post will have an actor/actress and a movie they were in. 2. You choose another actor/actress from the SAME movie and list another movie they were in. 3. So on and so forth.

It's difficult, you know

It's difficult trying to be friends with a boy who broke up with you, who charmed you into being his girlfriend in the first place, who insisted upon being friends after the break-up and now insists that he cannot stand to be anything less than more than just friends. It's difficult trying to be friends with my friends who do not really want to be my friend, but would rather have me for all their own. I'm drunk and I'm tired of being the things that people want me to be, and now I quit on the night because the me that I need and the me that people want have reached an impasse.

Oh Richard Neely, you filthy whore

Standing, she flung out of her robe, unfastened mine and pulled it from my shoulders, dropping it to the deck.  She pushed me down untl i lay supine, and explored my body with warm-breathed kisses.  I slippd my hands under her arms and closed hard on her breasts, pulling her back on my chest.  Buty she would not yield the initiative.  She wriggled abrasively from my grip and skipped her mouth with slow emphasis down my chest, down my taut belly.  I gasped as she enveloped the pulsating tumescence that now achingly demanded release.  I reached for her shoulders to hoist her to me, to contribute to the foreplay and balance our passion.  But at the touch, she came up fast, bestriding my hips.  Expertly she guided the penetration.  Then she laced her hands behind her neck, swelling her brest, forcing her body into rhythmic muscular movement as she suplicated me to completion with blunt, pruient words harshly spoken.  

Hey, you guys. Remember my ex boyfriend that somehow google stalked me all the way to GTI? HE IS STILL MENTAL.

He just posted about 40 pictures of the two of us on flickr. This is about the third time since we've broken up that he's done this. WTF. Seriously. It's been two years.

status report: day three of working out everyday

-my thighs hurt from running up and down stairs of my apartment complex -I can't do even a girlie pushup to save my life (boobs! in the way! or something! other excuses!) But I feel good. Now if only I could break my bad eating habits. I had Ben and Jerry's ice cream today :(

My Top Ten for 2008 - albums at least.

1. Kings of Leon - Only by the Night 2. Airborne Toxic Event - Self-Titled 3. Jack's Mannequin - Glass Passenger 4. Jenny Lewis - Acid Tongue 5. Vampire Weekend - Vampire Weekend 6. The Killers - Day and Age 7. The Raconteurs - Consolers of the Lonely 8. T.I. - Paper Trail  9. 3 Doors Down - 3 Doors Down 10. Alkaline Trio - Agony & Irony

Flying back to California today

I have a mini marathon of Pushing Daisies to keep me company.

I honestly can't say

So finally back. I can't really make a short list of my trip. The first thing I say when people ask me how it went, I say 'stressful' I guess that happens when you travel with 24 people that you've only known for about 4 months. So in case you ask, I did have a good time, but I'm incredibly glad to be back. More details and picture links from my trip inside.

MY FINGERS MAKE ANTI-SEMITIC SLURS, BY THEMSELVES, WHEN I AM TIRED.

8:14pmSamara betty i lovvve you 8:14pmBetty yo i'm moving back to sf in kike 5 days like LIKE 8:14pmSamara hahah oh no :(

Fucking ex dramaz..

So, the exhusband said I could have our daughter for a few hours today when I dropped her off on Thursday.... for the record, the situation is this.. his parents are in town for two weeks, and we flipped weeks so he'd have the two weeks together... so when one of us doesn't have custody, they get to have her one night in the week for dinner.. so I asked if I could have her a bit today because I don't get to see her much for two weeks.. he agreed.. he said specifically between lunch and dinner.. I called after lunch time and left a message asking what time we were gonna do things... expected a call back.. nothing.. called again... no answer... have sent a txt just in case his phone is buggered... but honestly? I'm thinking he's just being a selfish little twat face. =(   I WANT TO KICK HIS FACE IN AND THEN HAVE SOMEONE PEE ON IT.  

Why does this offend me?

To reduce the amount of excess gifts and cost we have come up with an alternative gift idea. We would like to gather $5.00 from those of you who want to give (child) a birthday present.  We will purchase a Barnes & Noble gift card for (child) for the total pledged amount so she can choose her own books. We will present it to her at the party. When you RSVP please let us know if you would like to participate in the birthday gift. If you do, please use the paypal link above or bring $5 to the party and give it to (mother).

I don't understand boys.

"I called." Why didn't you leave a message?  "I don't leave messages."  Uh, okay.  This is exactly why I never called you back this summer.

The Beating

i broke up a fight...er, a beating rather...between a pimp and a whore this morning.  it was just before 8am.  i hadn't been to bed.  i left the club at ~4, right when it was starting to get packed and the line was longest to get in.  so, i chatted with the hotel folk, got really tired, but was really hungry too, so i thought i'd go out and get a bite to eat before sleeping. i'm not half a block away from the hostel, and there's dude arguing with this chick.  i figured bf/gf.  yelling.  then he grabs her by the arm, yells some more, she pulls away, yells back....by this point i'm ~30 feet away, walking at a regular stroll, and in no way concerned about some post nye domestic dispute.   this is all happening in broad daylight on the sidewalk, and their right next to a car that has 4 people in it.   then, he grabs her by the hair and yanks her.  still holding onto her by her hair, he does it again and starts this circular motion like he's  buffing an imaginary window with her face.  i'm not really alarmed, and my heart rate didn't elevate at this point, but i shout out "easy tiger". really.  that's what i said.  fucking, easy tiger.  for one, this cocksucker probably doesn't understand a lick of english, and two, that may be what you tell an eight year old that's getting steamed because he's out of candy, but not a pimp who's slapping one of his whores around. he doesn't react.  now i'm 15 feet away.  still holding her by the hair, he pulls her into headlock and starts punching her in the face.  so, this pimp is not too big.  he's maybe 5'5" at best and he's got a slight build.  he's no more that 25, but he might've been 19.  anyway, he's fucking pounding her in the face with his fist, just beating the living shit out of her.  she's screaming as his right hand repeated carrens into her face while he holds her by the hair with his left hand and has her tucked under his left bicep.    now i notice the car.  it's got 3 whores in it and a guy driver.  they're all together, but i don't think about it. i yell stop.  then NO.  then repeatedly say NO very loudly as i get closer to them.  no reaction. he's fucking her up with punch after punch to the face and she can't get away.  now i'm on top of them, i continue to say no, and physically separate them.  he didn't put up a fight at all.  as soon as i put one hand on his chest, pushing him away, and one on hers pushing her the other direction, that was it.   he's standing there, 5 feet away from me, looking defeated--he looks at me in a way that i didn't expect.  as if to say "this isn't fair".  then he shows me his arm, where he's bleeding, says something in spanish i don't understand, but it an incredibly whiny tone.  maybe she cut him or something. i say NO again, he turns and walks the other way.  i walk in the opposite direction, which is the way i was going anyway.  one of the whores gets out of the car a the guy driver gets out.  now i'm concerned that maybe he's got a gun, or wants to kick my ass.  but i keep walking, and nothing else happens.  

Happy new year guys!

come tell me about your nights out, your resolutions, your bests of 2008, opinions on how new years eve is a bit silly, or whatever you feel like telling me about

Highlights of 2008

I'm glad the year of the Mouse/Rat is over. It was a tough year, but also a very rewarding one, filled with events, color and life. It was definitely a great one for meeting new people and leaving the dead end contacts behind. It was a year of travels, learning, emotional change of scenery, breaking the habits, and finding peace. In short: Vice internship, movies with Slava, Barbi, high tea, cuckoo New York trip, mad revelations and heartbreaks, the legendary night of the Justice show at the Great Hall, indoor pool voleyball in Richmond Hill with a blizzard outside, Montreal for the first time ever, straight to Vancouver, the return of Dimitri, straight A's that semester, "I love nature" cottage visit, summer internship, more Montreal, Lemeac, Rajni, Ottawa, Rafael Nadal, gourmet adventures with Roberto, Magdalena's return, dancing late and coming to work early, Osho, red eye to Europe, constantly ringing cell in Berlin, Baltic Sea, goth party in the bunker, wasp attack, Kunstwerke, Michael and Karin's epic search for a gallery, scootering in Ibiza, flying, getting lost in the hills with fuel running out, Gaudi, Joan Miro, Catalan people, Faulkner's Light in August, La Tomatina, Valencia's paellas, the girl from Jupiter, getting lost in Barcelona with a flight to catch, gloomy London and port, vintage stores in Shoreditch, Strategic Planning, yoga, wonderful professors, wonderful people, PalmsOut in October, jerks stealing my possessions, Vosges chocolate in SoHo, Coney Island freak show, Mad Men, calming down, peace of mind, movie night with dear C.L., playing the tambourine till 4am, BBDO, roommate reunion, blizzards in Vancouver, the return of Scotch, securing that opportunity, The Sacred Book of the Werewolf, light at the end of the tunnel, Russian madhouse, caviar and champagne on New Year's Eve.

IN THE YEAR TWO-THOUSAAAAAAAAAAND!

Make predictions for the near future of various GTI'ers.

What songs were on the soundtrack during the point of your life when you became the person you are today?

Isn't that a dumb title? Whatever. ANYWAY this is for my BRAND SPANKIN NEW SHOW for next week. Post here and tell me about the songs that helped change your life. OR you can call the hotline and tell me about the songs, and why they were important. I'll play your requests and put your calls in my show. 305.851.2776 (but if you call, only talk about one song at a time, and please keep each call no longer than a minute.)

Turns out I got a chick tat.

"Butterfly tattoos are among the most popular tattoos today and the most frequently requested tattoo designs especially among women. This shows the major growth of women in the tattoo industry as a whole. Butterfly tattoo designs of course are popular among females just for their beauty!"

Okay, so 2008 sucked balls for a lot of you, right? 'Cos it sure as hell sucked for me. Help me PUNCH 2008 IN THE BALLS.

I’m making a 2008 piñata which will be shaped like a nutsack, so that I can PUNCH 2008 IN THE BALLS. Since so many of you share my sentiments, I thought you all might like to participate, at least in spirit. So here’s my proposal: In the comments below, write a short message to 2008, or write something that frustrated you, or any negative thoughts that you want to let go of in 2009. I’ll write each comment on the strips of paper I’m recycling into the balls piñata. (They’ll be painted over to protect your privacy, and I won’t include names!) When my friends and I PUNCH 2008 IN THE BALLS tomorrow night, we’ll destroy all of the negative thoughts and energies, wiping the slate clean for a fresh start for EVERYONE in 2009. Okay, that’s a little hokey, but you get the idea. ANYWAY, comment below, PLEASE. I’ll post photos and videos of the outcome!

i hate this holiday season : doctor doctor edition.

jeezus-cripes.i spent most of the last few weeks in the old hospital with my mom (long story short, she's right as rain now) and holy moly am i happy to be free of worry, plastic chairs, missing doctors and hospital food, i am planing a mini vacation as we type and i will drink myself in to a hide-under-the-bed coma.... i hate the holidays.