Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Get in my panties, and stay there all day long ;)

From the moment you said "why haven't you kissed me yet?"
I knew i'd wipe that paint from your lips
I stare the lids off your eyes, gone down on your dirty mind
& end up between you hips
Handfuls of sweat tangled hair, anytime, anywhere
I wanna lick you too much baby
I just play all alone, whispering for your moan
Forced to crawl down this line, just to touch

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Double Chocolate Cheese Cake

1 Pack of chocolate graham crackers, processed into crumbs 
3 tablespoons of sugar
1/3 of a cup of butter, melted
4 packages (8 oz each) of cream cheese, softened 
1 cup sugar
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
4 eggs 
3 (1oz) squares semisweet bakers chocolate (melted and cooled)
3 (1oz) squares unsweetened bakers chocolate (melted and cooled) 

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

For the crust: Mix the crust ingredients together and press into bottom of springform pan; set aside.

For the cheesecake: Mix cream cheese and sugar with electric mixer until well blended. Add eggs and continue mixing. Add melted chocolate until fully incorporated. Pour mixture over the prepared crust and smooth out top with a spatula. 

Place in the preheated oven and bake for 55 minutes or until center of cake is almost set. Loosen the cake from rim of springform pan - Do not remove rim of pan until cool. Refrigerate the cheesecake for one day or overnight before serving. Garnish with fresh whipped cream if desired. 

I don't want you anymore. So stop it. 
Control, you lost yours and I gained mine, and now I know that I don't want you at all. 

Friday, November 26, 2010

I do, I do, I really do love this show a little bit too much

Smoke me
"Only fools are satisfied"

-Vienna, Billy Joel.

I feel enormous from all the pizza and beer

So, its friday night and because of the insane rainy weather and the lack of dosh in my back pocket I am staying in. Watching terrible Christmas movies, along with pizza and beer I can safely say I am not bored like I thought I should be. Maybe I'm a little drunk already, typical. Yesterday at work in the middle of my 12 hour shift, I was looking out of the store and into the center at all the Christmas excitement and realized that, I miss loosing my shit about Christmas. 
I think I'm old and therefore lost my fire, my spark, my inner child...I want it back. 

When I was younger, this was the time of year I looked forward to the most. Probably because this meant that school was out and I was one year closer to being finished, but also because my family were altogether and had put aside all the bitch fighting that they were still holding grudges for. My dad would make the stand out dish at dinner, we would open presents on Christmas eve because, and I really don't know why, but it was our tradition and it made that night special. You see on christmas eve it would be three families including mine that would, after church, go back to my aunty's house and hang out together because we were the closest. I don't want to sound rude but I'm pretty sure the rest of my GIANT extended family were, and still are, a little bit jealous of how close we are. Any way we did our own thing  and Christmas day we would go to which ever family was hosting lunch and do our thing there. Now, even though its still the same, its so very different. I'm older, legally, I'm no longer a child, I have voting rights and everything. Anyway my point is, everyone has their traditions for christmas and that is mine. I always look so forward to it every year and I just hope I never loose that feeling. 
Wow, I am drunk. ha. 

Thursday, November 25, 2010

John Winchester

"It's just a story. A legend, really. Well, I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter. Back in 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us, only on horseback. The story goes, he made thirteen bullets. This hunter, he used the gun a half-dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. 'Til somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say... they say this gun can kill anything."

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories 
Where everything 
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky 
Now and then when I see her face 
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long 
I'd probably break down and cry. 

Recent Purchase. 

I'm wearing batman themed underwear.

My feet hurt. And no, before you assume, its not from a night in heels and drunken bafoonery, which it really should be, no, nothing interesting like that, its from a 12 hour shift on my feet and being at home is the only time today that I have sat down. It hurts. 

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wouldn't it be nice to just float?

This dress could have its way with me

You know when you were younger and you used to imagine your self something else. For some it was an astronaut, mermaid, princess or pirate, for me though it was a fairy, and this dress this one right here is what I always pictured my fairy dress to be. I can't stop looking at it...

An unlikely affair

Well, I have no life really, not anymore anyway. I mean, I work and I go out, probably way too much, but even though its only been a week of freedom, I have realized that holy mother of god i have no life. And seeing as I dont want to go to uni anymore I guess being a shit kicking working woman is my new life. Btw I'm watching tv right now and James Blunt's new video just came on and for once I dont instantly feel the urge to kill myself, its not depressing anymore. 

I just dont know anymore, maybe my room is too hot, maybe I'm tired from a 8:30am to 6:30pm shift at an absolute bullshit excuse of a job to consider itself retail. 
Something is missing, and I need to find it. In the mean time... 


Humbert: "what are you eating?"
Lolita: "its called a jaw breaker. Its supposed to break your jaw. Want one?"

The truth, the whole truth and nothing but lies...

Having been doing this (blogging) for some time now, I have always put a label to my blog that is recognizable by the people that know me. My name for starters was a stupid idea, 7 letters into google, also known as the universe, and 'hello sailor' there I am. I think that if you're going write something you shouldn't hold back on your readers, give the people what they want, spit it out, get it off your chest, scream it out loud...just fucking say it, and with people knowing that it is actually you writing then you have to hold back and watch what you say. Yeah well, I've had enough. So here it is...and I hope you like every bit of it, the brutal truth, the fashion, other peoples misfortunes, my constantly bored and wondering mind that will make you ask yourself why the hell you would read this shit in the first place...I knowI'm the only one that does.