...and we shall do nothing because we are broke. But hey, it's the season for wishing. So wish away.
Here's my own li'l list, a mix of the attainable and the fantastical. Scrolling out in no particular order....
Combat boots
I Fucking Love Boots. They go with almost everything; and I can never have enough of 'em. But being a fairly practical person budget-wise, I've had to settle for just four pairs. I'd like a fifth. And I chose combats because they're so damn sexy, kickass and practical. What other footwear can take you from traipsing the mall to adventuring in the jungle? (Not that I jungle-trek all that often, but still. it'd be nice to have the option...)
Kat von D's Sephora kit
I think Kat von D is one of the world's sexiest women HANDSdown, and I'd love to own anything with her name on it. But especially this lovely perfume kit under the very cool label Sephora. I'm in love with the fragrance description already. I LOVE CINNAMON & MUSK.
alternatively, she can just throw me any of her old junk and accessories that she doesn't want anymore. I'm that eager.
better yet - give me a tattoo. which brings me to...
A trip to LA Ink
There is a reason I'd love to fly to Los Angeles. Not to hobnob with the stars, but to get inked by Kat or one of her posse. awesome shittttt. now that's a gift that lasts!
Better skin
Chronic eczema is a fact of daily life for me, and it's not like I can't handle it. But I'd rather not. It makes me a little neurotic sometimes. And occasionally gets in the way of choosing an outfit. And the great thigh tattoo I'd otherwise so have.
But since no one save God can cure eczema (and since God is a concept I've long given up on), you can also send me a truckload of shea butter and tea tree oil.
A super-GPS
Because I am lousy with directions and it would be so great to just get somewhere without floundering like a lost dying fish. I say 'super' coz the standard GPS only has one route to get someplace, and most of the time takes you in circles when there's an easier shorter way. But there are those with more advanced programming...to compensate for my not-so-advanced brain....
A great leather jacket
by which I mean a fairly basic one but with little awesome details, like chunky zips. Been saving up for this, and if I finally get one sometime next year I'll let y'all know. In the meantime, do mention it to Santa if you meet him.
Sex with Slash
coz, yeah.
and it doesn't have to be full-on sex. Or sex at all. I'm more than happy with just about any type of skin contact. Like having him read to me with his lips pressed against my ear. More Than Happy. totally. hell, he could read me his grocery list. preferably one with some suggestively shaped fruits thrown in.
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what..? No world peace? Look, I am not only selfish, but honestly so. And honesty is a virtue. So take that.
Bring out the Fa La Las, y'all!! Sing corny songs. Tell people you love them. Wear wacky glittery outfits. Give to the poor. Who knows, you could be among them someday.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
flint and fire
His voice sets me off everytime. Rolling out word by word in that unhurried, deliberate fashion, tinged with the rasp of fine tobacco.
It so happened I was writing something vaguely sexy when that voice flowed off the airwaves (or, alright, podcast waves...bytes...whatever you call it) and sneaked into my bloodstream. It works much better with earphones. Makes each word more intimate like he's whispering it right against the tender flesh of your earlobe.
And now I'm madly incendiary. I feel like a match in a world of flint and fire.
Hmm. That sounds like a cool line for a song... or possibly a corny one.
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To love is human. To lust is holy. For without lust, Paradise languished devoid of passion...so began the Age of Darkness and Superstition.
Serpent 10:17
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It so happened I was writing something vaguely sexy when that voice flowed off the airwaves (or, alright, podcast waves...bytes...whatever you call it) and sneaked into my bloodstream. It works much better with earphones. Makes each word more intimate like he's whispering it right against the tender flesh of your earlobe.
And now I'm madly incendiary. I feel like a match in a world of flint and fire.
Hmm. That sounds like a cool line for a song... or possibly a corny one.
~ ~ ~
To love is human. To lust is holy. For without lust, Paradise languished devoid of passion...so began the Age of Darkness and Superstition.
Serpent 10:17
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
SLITHER
because i like the word. and it's a great sexy song.
When you look
You see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen, broken every single time
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you would see me
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind
Yeah
Here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
When you seek me
You destroy me
Rape my mind and smell the poppies
Born in blood in every single time
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see some type of pleasure in my mind
Yeah
Here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me.
© Velvet Revolver* (2004)
*one of the best band names in the history of bands.
When you look
You see right through me
Cut the rope, fell to my knees
Fallen, broken every single time
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you would see me
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind
Yeah
Here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
When you seek me
You destroy me
Rape my mind and smell the poppies
Born in blood in every single time
Always keep me under finger
That's the spot where you might linger
But I see some type of pleasure in my mind
Yeah
Here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster than you'll ever dry
This time with me.
© Velvet Revolver* (2004)
*one of the best band names in the history of bands.
Monday, September 13, 2010
6 Reasons Smokers Won't Quit
(and 6 reasons non-smokers feel tempted to start)
1. It just looks good.
Whether you're an elegant she-devil or a machismo-loaded cowboy, cigarettes are part of the picture. It gives you a chance to whip out that expensive Zippo, to dangle your slim ciggie holder like Cruella De Vil, while looking like you Couldn't Give A Fuck. Smoking is also a symbol of female liberation & bad-assery, as Kristen Stewart's Joan Jett in Runaways proved. Silver screens whisper that the languid serpentine coil drifting from the glowing tip of your cancer stick is sexy. And goddamnit, they're right.
Speaking of cancer...
2. Your grandpa smokes 10 Marlboros a day and is still alive.
He also downs Guinness like a mofo, which seems to further prove that everything your li'l yuppie health mag ever told you was bullshit. Lung tumours? Are you kiddin'? He looks tumours in the face and laughs like the cowboy he is. Meanwhile, you're 25, hit the gym every evening and still struggle with a spare tyre.
You'd think ol' granddad was the exception. But no....
3. Rock stars who look great for 50-year-old nicotine addicts
There's a reason rebellious youths get an urge to play some shredding guitar with a roll between their teeth. It goes with the whole...image. The leather; the tight ripped denim; the nonchalance of checking out chicks through a faint haze of smoke. It makes you bad-boy archetype. It makes you feel like Slash. A guy who once drank and puffed himself into cardiac arrest, and still looks like sex. Him and your grandpa are out to make the entire medical community look like dicks.
And since the mention of dicks came up...
4. Phallic power & all that loaded symbolism
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And sometimes it's a badge of Arnold's action-hero testosterone. Or an innuendo-laden flirtation tool. If you've ever felt turned on by a lover lighting your smoke, you know the power of the humble deathstick*. It also possibly provides an explanation to the post-coitus cigarette.
(*that's what they call it in Star Wars Ep III. because Obi-Wan never met Slash or your granddad.)
It's not just a useful come-on, though. Cigarettes are also great for perfectly platonic interactions...
5. It's what social people do.
As if staring at computers all day long wasn't unhealthy enough, most yuppies pick up ciggies as a convenient bonding activity. It's a great way to meet someone new or catch up on old times. It's the great equaliser between you and your boss (one pair of tar-stained lungs look the same as another). And notice how you don't need to be a good conversationalist? Having something to do with your fingers and mouth means the effortless filling of silent awkward gaps.
However, if there's one thing that beats the perks of social smoking, it's...
6. The cool stuff that comes with it
The sleek silver case. The lighter with an emblem of your favourite whisky or band. The countless novelty ashtrays into which to empty your butts. The limited edition packs. Humans love their toys, and the fact that ciggies are addictive in themselves doesn't help. While it's unlikely that people will start lighting up just so they can amass a cool collection of Zippos, people with said collectionof Zippos are less likely to stop.
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It is better to indulge knowingly than to sin in ignorance.
Serpent 3:16
1. It just looks good.
Whether you're an elegant she-devil or a machismo-loaded cowboy, cigarettes are part of the picture. It gives you a chance to whip out that expensive Zippo, to dangle your slim ciggie holder like Cruella De Vil, while looking like you Couldn't Give A Fuck. Smoking is also a symbol of female liberation & bad-assery, as Kristen Stewart's Joan Jett in Runaways proved. Silver screens whisper that the languid serpentine coil drifting from the glowing tip of your cancer stick is sexy. And goddamnit, they're right.
Speaking of cancer...
2. Your grandpa smokes 10 Marlboros a day and is still alive.
He also downs Guinness like a mofo, which seems to further prove that everything your li'l yuppie health mag ever told you was bullshit. Lung tumours? Are you kiddin'? He looks tumours in the face and laughs like the cowboy he is. Meanwhile, you're 25, hit the gym every evening and still struggle with a spare tyre.
You'd think ol' granddad was the exception. But no....
3. Rock stars who look great for 50-year-old nicotine addicts
There's a reason rebellious youths get an urge to play some shredding guitar with a roll between their teeth. It goes with the whole...image. The leather; the tight ripped denim; the nonchalance of checking out chicks through a faint haze of smoke. It makes you bad-boy archetype. It makes you feel like Slash. A guy who once drank and puffed himself into cardiac arrest, and still looks like sex. Him and your grandpa are out to make the entire medical community look like dicks.
And since the mention of dicks came up...
4. Phallic power & all that loaded symbolism
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And sometimes it's a badge of Arnold's action-hero testosterone. Or an innuendo-laden flirtation tool. If you've ever felt turned on by a lover lighting your smoke, you know the power of the humble deathstick*. It also possibly provides an explanation to the post-coitus cigarette.
(*that's what they call it in Star Wars Ep III. because Obi-Wan never met Slash or your granddad.)
It's not just a useful come-on, though. Cigarettes are also great for perfectly platonic interactions...
5. It's what social people do.
As if staring at computers all day long wasn't unhealthy enough, most yuppies pick up ciggies as a convenient bonding activity. It's a great way to meet someone new or catch up on old times. It's the great equaliser between you and your boss (one pair of tar-stained lungs look the same as another). And notice how you don't need to be a good conversationalist? Having something to do with your fingers and mouth means the effortless filling of silent awkward gaps.
However, if there's one thing that beats the perks of social smoking, it's...
6. The cool stuff that comes with it
The sleek silver case. The lighter with an emblem of your favourite whisky or band. The countless novelty ashtrays into which to empty your butts. The limited edition packs. Humans love their toys, and the fact that ciggies are addictive in themselves doesn't help. While it's unlikely that people will start lighting up just so they can amass a cool collection of Zippos, people with said collectionof Zippos are less likely to stop.
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It is better to indulge knowingly than to sin in ignorance.
Serpent 3:16
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
One of the Sexiest Voices on Radio
At some point or other you are either gonna get paid to plug something on your blog, or -- if like me you're neither rich nor famous -- plug it just becoz you can.
So here's my first plug in what's only my second post. Go listen. Here
This man plays all my favourite songs. Not surprising, since he's one of my favourite people in the world.
Thank you, Mr Hudson. I'll always remember 5th August when I saw you live. (and then was broke after that for what i spent on front row tix but that's beside the point...)
So here's my first plug in what's only my second post. Go listen. Here
This man plays all my favourite songs. Not surprising, since he's one of my favourite people in the world.
Thank you, Mr Hudson. I'll always remember 5th August when I saw you live. (and then was broke after that for what i spent on front row tix but that's beside the point...)
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