Both Obama and McCain

Every month I pit two unlikely teachers against each other in a no holds barred death match and size up the two teachers (listing pros and cons and student testimonials) and its been a big hit so far, the only problem is that I need a catchy name.  -RJsquared1

Either "Class-Whoopin'" or "TeacherDome: 2 people enter, one gets SCHOOLED"

I don't understand people who hate on people for tats/piercings. This kind of attitude is best left to 1952 and the Cold War. In any case, tats and piercings are older than Jesus. Literally. -CrunchyBjorg

Because shock value doesn't make you an individual, it makes you a tool box with a bunch of piercings.  Stop trying to scare old people.

What's funny, is frats in real life are actually a lot crazier than they are in movies. -Labradator2020

I spent about 17 years dreaming of entering a frat, and another 4 days to dismiss them completely without care during pledging.  I can't believe the stuff people did for whatever reason. I had immediately decided to salvage my dignity and live in the dorms.

I see nothing unethical about shopping at Wal-Mart. Anyone who does has too much time on their hands. -Batistaownsjoo

I think it's great that white-trash and poor people alike can come together and buy processed barded chicken and one-ply onesie outfits at the same place I go to get video games at 1 o'clock in the morning twice a year.

I just sat on my balls. That pretty much sums up how my day's been going. -Nullset001

Jesus, I know, right! Bad positioning, there.  You think evolution would have done something to help us out by now.

I didn't think it was possible.  but I am officially sick of blow jobs.  -ckickenkicker

Yeah, your jaw must be sore by now.

Rate a snack: Funyons -liddle_e

The first dozen or so are okay. They get salty and weird quick.  The texture is weird too. Too puffy.  I like the flavor of those first few, though.  7/10

OMG Pecan moved out of my Animal Crossing town! -SenatorNook3

My wife booted up the GC version recently and the animals yelled at her for not visiting in 147 weeks.

I have tan lines.. from my flip flop straps -Un_Jm_Lmy

If you are a girl, thats funny, and even a little cute.  If you are a guy, thats like the nazi flair for retards.

Age old question: Who shot first; Han or Greedo? -McCanadianEh

Greedo never shot at all. He was far too dead to return fire.  The question itself is a fallacy.

Highschool changes people. I used to know this really cool girl rocker who was fun to hang out with and go to concerts with. Highschool comes she hangs out with different people and shes acts likes some preppy bitch now who hates rock music and now listens to pop  from grade 9-10 I havent really talked or hung out with her. shes too busy with her other friends -blder34co

Experience changes people.   99% of the times, its for the better.  Quit being selfish, your friend is improving herself.  I'm sure she's sorry its not to your approval, maybe she'll apologize when she starts caring.  It probably wont happen soon, what with you all the way up there on that high horse of yours.

Who is your favorite Muppet? He might be the straight laced leader, but I'm still for Kermit.  Sweetums comes in a close second  -polmyra43

I've always been pro Rolf. For no particular reason. Seemed like the only Muppet I could trust. Plus, you know he smokes bongs. He never seemed to get enough play.

The Scripture reading in church Sunday gave me a jolt -- Exodus 32, which refers to the Chosen People wearing earrings, men as well as women, and I twitched when the lector read it. Yikes! Moses got his ears pierced? What else didn't we know?

And then a bigger jolt. God is so furious at the C.P. for worshiping the golden calf (forged from their earrings) that He talks about consuming them with fire, but Moses talks Him out of it, which sort of dents one's faith in divine omniscience, does it not, the Lord taking a sharp turn like that? ("Oh, I hadn't thought about that -- OK, cancel the thunderbolt!") But I didn't jump up in my pew and point this out -- we like to keep things moving along in church, recite the Creed, confess our sins, pass the plate, sing the doxology, not stop for questions along the way -- so I just brood over it, as I do about more and more these days. Walk at night down misty streets through yellow leaves and question everything and keep it to myself.

Hi guys, sorry for the much delayed blog post, I've been really busy with that dirty four letter word... WORK...

Finally escaped from the meetings and had the time to sit down and start blogging...

On to the show's highlights:

Dreading dental visits

Mo had a toothache today and related how he really dreads going to the dentist... I mean who doesn't, right? I've yet to meet a person who actually loved going to the dentist's office... Well, except for the dentist himself, hehe...

So he comes up with a wacky suggestion for a new job... A dental assassin... Someone who knocks you out and drags you to the dental office to get your teeth pulled...

Not very practical but good for a few laughs... :)

Most valuable celebrity faces

According to Forbes magazine, here's the top ten list of the most valuable faces on the cover of magazines...

10. Owen Wilson
9. Heidi Montague
8. Shiloh Jolie Pitt
7. Surie Cruise
6. Jessica Simpson
5. Nicole Richie
4. Jamie Lynn Spears
3. Heath Ledger
2. Jennifer Aniston
1. Angelina Jolie

According to Mo, the number 1 local celebrity with the most saleable magazine cover is KC Concepcion... I could've sworn he'd pick Anne Curtis again...

Check out Angelina and Shiloh... good genes!

New Twilight trailer

For the fans of the Twilight series and can't wait for the movie to hit the big screen, the new Twilight movie trailer has just been released and it's so much better than the previous trailers...

Check it out at the official Twilight Movie site....

Celebrity Squeeze off contest

Mo was reminiscing about his favorite squeeze off celebs and he picked Sheryl Cruz as his all time squeeze off celeb. Mojo offered the late Rico Yan and Troy Montero as his favorite squeeze off celebs... Mojo let it slip that he also squeezed one off to Carlos Agassi...  I mean really? Carlos Agassi?

Mo also lamented the fact that kids nowadays just had to check out the internet to find their favorite celebrity pictures... He had to cut out the photos from magazines to squeeze off to, hehe...

Some other classic squeeze off celebs would probably be Anjanette Abayari and Nanette Medved, hehe..

You got to love Mo's honesty, hehe...

Tips on dating hot women

Mo read this article about how to treat hot women... The gist of it is that you DON'T treat the hot girl any more special than other girls... Kind of reverse psychology... The rationale is that uber hot girls are so used to being fawned over that their interest gets piqued by the guy who tends to give them the brush off...

What's the perspective of my hot girl readers? :)

Breastfeeding in public

The gang had a spirited discussion about the merits of breastfeeding and the fact that breastfeeding helps to reduce the risk of breast cancer...

Anton triggered the discussion with the news that Angelina Jolie will be releasing some photos of her breastfeeding taken by her partner, Brad Pitt... Can't wait for that, hehe...

If you ask me, I'm all for it... Let's see more breasts in public! :)

Piercings and bolitas

This discussion had me laughing all the way to the office... Somehow the topic veered to the topic of bolitas and piercings... Apparently, Mojo has had quite some experience with guys who've had piercings in their privates... Mo called Mojo such a slut and whore, hehe...

As usual, our Maria Korea, was shocked and started screaming when he explained bolitas and piercings in the unmentionables...

Damn Mojo, you've surely had a well-rounded sex life...

Maria Korea had a funny question on the bolitas... When you go through metal detectors wouldn't it trigger the metal detectors?

Rocco needs training

Mo is asking for help to control his English bulldog, Rocco, which is starting to bite anybody that tries to stop him whenever he's trying to eat glass, leather and other deadly stuff...

Any dog trainers around who can help him? :)

Great show today and I'm really sorry for the delayed post...

I'll let you in on the reason why I was so busy today when it's official...

It's good news though... :)

Great, great times!

Model (name): Lindsay Marie
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 105
Measurements: 34 C-22-33
Nationality: German, Danish, Spanish
Hometown: Chandler, Arizona
DOB: 4-28-1986
Sign: Taurus
Turn-ons: Confidence, A good sense of humor, spontaneity, tattoos, piercings, a sense of style.
Turn-offs: Arrogance, Close Mindedness, Drama, Lack of creativity and of course bad hygiene
Special skills: Besides being a model, I am also an artist. I do a lot of Graphic designing in my spare time, however what I love to do most is paint, sculpt, and design my own clothing...
Occupation: Model/host/Graphic Designer/Artist

View More photos of Lindsay Marie

My only concern now is...My dad's birthday is...Well, today. I am taking Rachel down to surprise him and hang out with him for a little while. My dad doesn't exactly support my decision to have tattoos and a facial piercing. He doesn't condemn me for them. But they aren't really up his alley. Those were my mom's things. She really liked them. He doesn't think they are professional enough, and he thinks that people look at you different when you have ink on your skin or a stud in your face...And he's right, frankly. They do.

We are getting to the point in our culture where tattoos and piercings are the normal everyday thing. They used to be the brand of an outcast or a convict. Tattoos marked slaves...They differentiated the upper class from the slave or endentured servant class. Now, you see everyone from the CEO of a Fortune 500 sporting a tattoo to the kid next door with dreadlocks and a VW Van. America is about choices...Whether its getting a ten inch skull and cross bones on your back with a barbell going through its nostrils or abstaining from body mods all together.

But...I'm still daddy's little girl. Yes, I'm 23 and pay my own bills. I work a full time job, and I am ultimately the one who pays the Pied Piper for the actions of my youth. If in 20 years, my magnolia looks like a fungus...I'll know who's fault it was. I just don't want my dad to look at me and think that I'm making poor decisions because I choose to visibly alter my body. Every tattoo I have is for a reason...Thought went into each of them. I sought out respected artists and talked about the consequences of placement, color choices, and durability of each piece... I'm happy with my decisions...I just know that my family will always poke fun at me for them.

There will always be people in my life that shake their heads at me and get a little laugh out of my "Wild Decisions." "Oh Laura...She's my younger cousin...The one with the tattoos." And I just know my grandmother will flip that I will have a tattoo showing at my wedding next August...But of all my tattoos, I'm the most emotionally invested in this one simple word on my wrist. My daily reminder to just "Breathe." If I never remember another piece of advice my mother gave me it was that. In 20 years, if it's illegible, illegal, falling off my skin, ravaged by time, or amputated...I'll know it's there. And so will she.

I don't know what this post is going to turn out to be, exactly, but I've had all of this stuff swimming like fishies through my mind lately, and there's a line of thought in the current, I just know there is. Maybe by the end of this, I'll figure out what it is.

It started just prior to my pre-midlife crisis exodus from Dayton. It was difficult for me to respond to comments during that time, but as you know, I always read them, and they stay with me. I'm spoiled by the preponderance of absolutely kind and intelligent messages I get here, so when I received the following, it sort of took me aback:

I don't believe you at all about Jay Silverheels having any affair with you.  I knew him and he was a Preacher/Medacine Man and so when was this suppose to have all happened?
Why anyone would even want to show this side to their life is beyond me? And to wait this long to paint such a picture for Great People and One for yourself that is totally disgusting?
You had better run a retraction on Jay Silverheels because he is my Granfather and I knew him personally and He was way to Religious to bother with the like of you! I will be having my Lawyers Contact you?

This was in response to this story, and it truly blew me away that someone could read it and not know that it was fictitious.

Then, I got this one:

i think all this is a bullshit sincerely andrea

That comment was regarding this post, which is completely true. I kind of liked her message though, because it sounded a little like she was typing with an Italian accent.

Anyway, a couple of weeks later, this comment arrived on my blogstep:

This is such biased bullshit. "Normal, unpierced children" that's kinda messed up to say.

Okay, this one was responding to a very old, as per usual sarcasm-infused post, which you can find here (if you haven't fallen asleep yet). Seventy-three pretty wonderful comments on that one, almost all of whom understood the subtle-as-a-sledgehammer tone, then blam!

I thought and thought about how to respond. Snappy answers and evil comebacks swirled around in my head, but then I let them go.  But comments like those leave me with thoughts like these:

There are people out there who don't "get" my sense of humor.

There are people out there who take things very seriously.

There are people out there who cannot discern fact from fiction.

I get way too concerned about these things.

In the end, I didn't respond at all. Dee Jay (Tonto's granddaughter) can sue me for all my millions, but I really hope her lawyers explain to her that, seeing as I wasn't even a twinkle in my daddy's eye when her grandpappy was Tontoing, and all of fourteen when he retired, the story was probably meant to be fiction. Humorous fiction.**

I considered suggesting that Andrea call the Dayton Police Department (Riverside Division) to verify the McRobbery attempt. I was tempted to explain to the pierced, very serious  commenter that actually, I feel an affinity to those with holes in their faces, and to check her irony valve, but really, y'know? I just don't feel the need to have to defend myself here. This is my peaceful little island, and they were just tourists. So, I let that one go too.

Of these types of comments, I think the one that got to me most was the one with the Italian accent: "i think all this is a bullshit sincerely andrea."  I felt a little hurt, and a little indignant. It really bothered me that someone would doubt the veracity of one of my non-fiction essays. And then it occurred to me-- it could all really be bullshit.

For all you know, I'm a 300-pound linebacker from Anaheim. Peter Parkour could be a pole-dancer, Little Miss a forklift driving father of five, and Wendy a small, keyboard-savvy South American tree frog.  Any of us could be more full of bologna than an Oscar Mayer meat packing plant (sorry guys, for using you as examples).

But I believe every word that my blog friends write. Actually, I believe every word that almost every blogger writes when they're writing about their own lives. I choose to believe it, because I have no reason to doubt. Most people with personal blogs have no angle-- there's nothing for them to gain by fabricating the details of their lives. My blog buddies don't take away from my life with their stories, they enhance it. They bring me oodles of joy, as do most of the folks who sit snugly on my sidebar.***

The exception to this unflinching trust is when a blogger fabricates details of their lives to garner the sympathy of others, or for personal, professional, emotional or financial gain. That's when the possibility of dishonesty becomes a problem for me. There's an invisible Internet line, and for me, it gets crossed when I feel as though people are being duped or taken advantage of. Teeni at the  Vaguetarian Tea Room wrote an excellent, thought-provoking post addressing this subject, and I thank her for it, because it's been on my mind so much lately.

I know of a blogger who once spent hours making a gift for another blogger, only to be given a false address to send it to. Other bloggers give enormous gifts of time, energy and emotional investment to  invisible online friends. Some go as far as to send money to people that they've never met. All of these actions are based on the unspoken understanding that what is being conveyed by the blog poster is true. When that turns out not to be the case, I become a little angsty and gut wrenched. Not so much for myself, because I know with certainty that I will always take my coffee with a little cream and naivete, and I really like wearing my Pie in the Sky hat®. But I feel for others, because I know from my own blog that there are some incredibly loving, giving people in this world, and I don't like to see them taken advantage of on any level.  We who have forged friendships through blogging give pieces of ourselves to each other. When trust is broken, it chips away at our Internet Joy. It's hard on everyone.

***********

Okay, back to the first part of this post. As for my blog and those doubting Thomasinas who wrote me, I will say this: Truth is almost always stranger than fiction, unless maybe you're Stephen King. You can choose to believe or disbelieve anything you read here, and it's okay by me. I'd prefer that you just sort of pass me by altogether if you can't tell the difference between fact and fantasy, or if you were born TSFYOG.**** If that's not possible, okey dokey, but I probably won't respond.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go down to my secret laboratory where I'm working on my latest invention, an Internet Polygraph machine which I'm selling to Microsoft for $40 million. It's true, I swear it.

**Note to heirs of Mel Torme, Richard Deacon (aka Mel Cooley), Marty Feldman,  Dick Wilson, Buddy Hackett, and Madge the Palmolive Lady: I hope that if you come across that story, you'll take it in good spirit, and with a sense of humor. Please know that I have no money and no job, otherwise I'd probably be too busy to produce crap like this.

***On the flip side of this, my blog readers don't believe every word I write, and that's a good thing, since I write both fiction and fiction. How smart you all are to effortlessly glide between the two, and to be intelligent enough to know that no, Johnny Depp isn't really stalking me.

****Too Serious for Your Own Good

I was up late last night going through the pieces I all ready had for my Halloween costume.

I have no idea how long my feet will last in these but I'm going to try like hell. I'm still not giving away the rest of the costume, it's not like I haven't shown pictures of me in it before though.

I'm seriously considering taking the entire day off. I need a break, and some fun. OK, you talked me into it, I'll take at least the first half of today off. I need some sort of coffee beverage anyway and what better way to waste a morning than to grab a paper and hang out over at TCP.

I've been looking at the stats for this blog, what is with you people and the hits to the fat girl post? Were you expecting more details on how fat girls try harder? Because that's how some have found that post. Yes I know, I know all.

When I was in college I had my tongue pierced. It wasn't for looks. People would catch a glimpse of it and some would just start staring at my mouth and get this twinkle in their eye. The more forward would ask what's that thing for, even though they all ready knew. I've only once had someone grab my face and ask/demand I stick out my tongue.

It's long gone. I rather miss it at times.

I did laugh pretty hard a while back when I heard Chris Rock's stand up piece about them. "If a girl has her tongue pierced she'll probably suck your cock, if a guy has his tongue pierced he'll probably suck your cock."

I might need to change the rating on this blog now. HA! I said cock.

I've had one all consuming thought lately though. I need my next tattoo. I think I'm becoming addicted to the pain. This doesn't bode well for me, at all.

It feels fucking orgasmic.

& hell, that's more than I've felt in too long now.

My mother, step father & his mother leave at 3am tomorrow morning for Portugal. I hope they have a wonderful time. Heaven forbid the house will burn down while they're sat on their arses on some beach somewhere, wishing they were in Spain.

My mother & I came to blows this afternoon after she just couldn't stop pushing me about how I felt about them pissing off for two weeks. But that isn't the point, I couldn't care less if they went to the fucking moon for a month. The point is that they've handled it extremely badly & even though I gave them more than enough opportunities, they carried on lying about it to my face.

But alas, they lied & are now pissing off without a care in the world, let alone a care about me & what the hell I'll do. But why am I hurt by this? It's simply another nail in the coffin & only determines my will to cut them off once I am permanently living in America. After all, cutting them out of my life altogether has only been 5 years coming. Yeah. I've been considering this, or more like, I've been on the brink of doing this for five years now & it seems they only want to push me over that edge.

It's been really tense tonight & well, there have been other influences that haven't helped my situation. I want to write about them, I need to write about them but I don't think I can.

All I know is that the noose is pulling tighter & I'm starting to choke. I look at the past six months & wonder, why things aren't any easier....

Why are the urges to tear apart that Bic razor, drag the blade along & down through the layers of my skin until I collapse in an exhausted, blood stained heap stronger than ever?

I was this close to buying the pretty box of individual, wax paper wrapped Exacto blades in the store today.

My impulses are wild as ever & the only way I could stop myself was to reach for handfuls of chocolate bars instead. In-fact I found myself reaching for the alcohol tonight too & they haven't even left yet.

So I don't cut, but I do binge. I binge then I starve myself. Two weeks they'll be gone. That's two weeks where I won't have to lie about haven eaten at work or bother to tuck most of what's on my plate into a tissue when no-ones looking.

Because being 6 months self-injury free really has made me a much saner, happier woman hasn't it?

Give me a fucking break. I'm still as fucked as ever. I simply can't help myself.

Talking of urges, for the past few months my little piercing fanatic side has been niggling me to get another one, only I couldn't decide what. Nothing like getting someone else to hold the blade for you. But maybe that's not true, after all, self injury is incredibly personal & well, it isn't the same thing. Mind you, the past few weeks that same voice has been telling me that a tattoo would be a good idea too.

I don't even know anymore. I barely even feel like trying. I mean, what difference does any of this really make? If it doesn't make a difference to anyone other than me, then only I can decide if what I choose to do is right for me. So in saying that, surely breaking my 6 month streak would be a terribly damaging thing, not only to my healed scars but to my psyche. If I let this go now, everything else will follow. If I push down on this blade now, my entire world will be pushed down with it. Won't it? Or will I bounce back, as though from a respite?

2 weeks without my parents. I'll be at work during the day, but it's at night when my demons come out to play. It's the isolation that will get me & well, that is surely a depressives best friend.

Also popular: piercings in odd places in and around the face, of which I am a huge fan.

On a related note, I saw a pink mohawk last night that was immaculate, and about twice the height of mine at its maximum. Best part of my day.

I have quite a few tattoos. I've also got a few piercings, less than I used to have but still enough. These are their stories, in chronological order of when I got them.

Bellybutton piercing - This was my first piercing other than my earlobes. I got it done as my 15th birthday present from my mum, after over a year of begging. She finally caved in, and came with me to watch the procedure. It hurt far less than I'd expected. Actually, it didn't hurt at all. I still have this piercing, 8 years later.

Tongue piercing - I got this about four months after my bellybutton piercing, this time without the knowledge or permission of my parents. This was before they brought in the legislation stating that you had to be 16 years old to be pierced unless you had a parent or guardian's consent. Again, it hurt far less than I'd expected, and my tongue didn't swell much, so my speech wasn't noticably slurred. Mum didn't notice that I had this done until about a year later. I eventually took it out when I was about 21 because the bottom ball was starting to damage my gums.

Nipple - I was 16 when I got this one, again without parental knowledge or consent. I went to a piercing studio in Brisbane with two of my friends and they waited outside the room nervously, waiting to hear me squeal. The piercer - who was female, I'd decided beforehand that if it was a man I wouldnt' get it done there, I wasn't prepared to let a strange man see my boobs - had asked before the piercing if she could take a photo afterwards to add to her portfolio. My friends shook their heads no, one of them stating that if she heard the sound of a camera or saw a flash she'd come running in to save me. This piercing hurt more than the previous two I'd had, but was nothing to cry about.

Lower back tattoo - known in some circles as the 'tramp stamp'. Lovely. This was the location of my first tattoo, a small black tribal design (ughh, i know...) that I got a week after my 18th birthday. Mum was there with me for this one. I got it done at a studio that had a heap of awards framed on the wall, but the tattooist couldn't have been that great cos he kind of fucked my tattoo up. The design was right and everything, but it ended up being fairly patchy and I had to get it touched up (at a different studio) 6 months later. Even now, it's still lumpy to touch because of the scarring. Not happy Jan.

Skeletal dragon on left foot - This one hurt like a motherfucker. Oh my god. When people tell you foot tattoos are painful, they're not joking. I was about 19 when I got this one done, it took around an hour and for most of that time I had my eyes squeezed closed and my teeth gritted. Yet I am still contemplating getting matching tattoos on the tops of my feet. Am I insane? Perhaps.

Helix and tragus piercings - for those not in the know, these are piercings in the cartilidge of your ear. They bloody hurt, and they take forever to heal. Word to the wise - don't get both ears done within a week of each other. When you sleep, you won't be able to sleep on either side comfortably, and unless you can sleep on your back, which I can't, you'll be kinda fucked. I don't have these anymore - the reason is the same as the one for removing the next piercing.

Side lip piercing - 19 again. This one barely hurt, healed quickly and easily, and I kept it in for a year and a half. About a year later I got a second lip piercing on the other side so that I had what's often referred to as 'snakebites' or 'venoms'. They were pretty cool, I still miss having them sometimes. I had to take them out because we got a new manager at the newspaper where I was working and he was a total cunt very conservative. I had to remove these, plus my tragus and helix piercings.

Swallow tattoos - Got these done at 20, after breaking up with a very nasty ex. To me they represent freedom, and finding your own way. They hurt, particularly their tails which are right on my hipbones. Mm, fun. I may get these touched up at some time as I'm not particularly happy with them.

Full sleeve tattoo - This is a project that's still not quite finished. I still have a blank space on the inside of my upper arm, but I'm not sure what I want there yet. I designed the whole sleeve, and drew most of it myself. It was done in about 6 sessions over the course of a year and a half - it started as a half-sleeve but then after a year i decided to take it all the way down to my wrist. I'm extremely happy with how it looks. My artist is Bernie at Wild At Heart Tattoo in Brisbane http://www.wildathearttattoo.com.au/. I wouldn't go anywhere else, he is fantastic as are the rest of the team there. I highly recommend them.

Monroe piercing - this is one of the names for the piercing that sits above your top lip, off to the side a little. It's also known as a Madonna or a Beauty Spot. This pinched a little, as the piercer had to pierce quite slowly to make sure it was at the right angle. It also took quite a long time to heal, but once it did I was so glad I've persevered with it. It's so small and feminine and cute :) If I could only keep one piercing, this would be it.

Vertical labret - I got this done in early 2008. I'd thought about it for two years before finally deciding to get it done. The hesitation was mainly because of the pain I anticipated. After it, the piercing needle goes straight through your bottom lip, vertically. And yeah, it did hurt, but it wasn't that bad. The last few layers of skin as the piercer pushed the needle through the top part of my lip hurt the most. It swelled a bit, but nothing too horrific, and healed pretty easily. I'm very happy with this one.

Forearm tattoo on left arm - Done in mid 2008. I hadn't planned to get any ink on my left arm, but my grandfather passed away late 2007 and I didn't get to say goodbye to him. This tattoo is a memorial tattoo for him and also my way of kind of saying goodbye. It might sounds strange but it makes sense to me. The design is a stack of old books surrounded by orchid flowers - he was a writer and journo who always encouraged me to read from when i was very young, and he grew and propogated orchids since before I can remember. I loved him, and I love this tattoo.

So, that's all of my body modifications... so far :) What do you guys have or want to get?

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• Bir Asteriks kitabı

Sadece erkekler için :

• Elektrikli oyuncak tren ya da uzaktan kumandalı oyuncaklar Tercih ettiği spor dalında kullanılan malzemeler John Ford'un Western filmlerinden posterler
• Bir kovboy şapkâsı

Sadece kadınlar için :

• İskoç tipi etek ve ona uygun bir şal Çiçek kokulu parfüm Etrafı temizleyip düzenli tutan bir robot
• Barok stilinde makyaj malzemesi

Biraz pahalı olabilirse :

• Bir spor arabası en iyisi bir Cabrio
• Teksas' ta bir çiftlikte bir hafta tatil

Özel hediye :

• Sallanan sandalye

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God I want a new piercing so bad. It's been almost a year since my last major one, if you don't count my tongue web. In fact it's been more than a year! Sheesh!

I have to be careful, though. I'm trying to find a job so facial piercings are out of the question. That basically leaves me ears, inside my mouth and the rest of my body. I have a few in mind that I REALLY REALLY BADLY SO WANT.

Septum Piercings

(Basically through the middle part of ya nose!)

Pros:

• Can be flipped up, and be invisible when I need it to be.
• It's SOOOOoooo cute!
• It's on my face, which is just a fun place to pierce.
• I can scare my mum with it.

Cons:

• I'd want to stretch it, which would be painful and probably smelly.
• It would fall out easily with a retainer.
• It would interfere with my nostril piercing.
• My nose is pointy enough anyway :P

Nape piercing

Pretty surface piercing on the back of the neck.

Pros:

• So sexy. Drool.
• Quite interesting.
• Can be invisible with hair down/ponytail.
• Can be bars or microdermals.

Cons:

• Oh my god, can you say painful?
• Inconvenient with clothing/dancing, which I do.
• Can be quite noticeable if hair is out the way.
• I wouldn't be able to see it. :(

Microdermal

Little "implants" with no exit point; anchored under the skin.

Pros:

• Really discreet.
• CUUUUUUUTE.
• Can pretty much go anywhere on your body.
• Low rates of rejection.
  

Cons:

• Painful to initially "pierce" as well as remove; must be removed by a piercer.
• Expensive - I think?
• Can leave icky scarring.

Vertical/Horizontal Clit Hood

Pictures from google images this time, not BME.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!

horizontal clit hood.

Vertical Clit Hood

Pros:

• Good sex. haha.
• Pretty much painless.
• Fast healing.
• Of course; CUUUUUTE!
  

Cons:

• Er, getting my pussy out for a stranger to poke a hole through with a sharp object. Hahahaha.

Well those are the main realistic choices I have. I'll have to wait until I have money, anyway, but yes. It will be one of those, and likely chosen on the day of the pierce itself!

(Not so) Surprisingly, takings pictures of different subjects using the same lightning and framing brings out a different impression out of every person.

"The hip catholic schoolgirl"

"The jaded thug"

"The dreaming hippie chick"

"The photo kid"

"The ghost"

"The mean receptionist"

Çiftlik evine operasyon

Hapisten çıkan Tuncay adlı şahıs, soygundan kaldırdığı paranın peşine düşer. Paraları emanet ettiği Ahu adlı kadının, yeni sevgilisiyle kaçtığını öğrenen Tuncay, Ahu’nun kardeşini ve tanıdıklarını yaralayarak onlara ulaşır. Ekip, şahısların hepsinin içinde bulunduğu çiftlik evine yaptığı operasyonla Tuncay’ı yakalar.
Nazif’in cenazesinden sonra tüm ekip suçlunun peşine düşer. Başta Mesut Komiser olmak üzere herkes tüm ipuçlarını değerlendirerek Ramazan adlı şahsa ulaşır.
Cenaze dönüşü yolda iki tinercinin kavgasını ayıran Rıza Baba ve Mesut, çocukları barıştırıp oradan ayrılırlar. Fakat para yüzünden kavga eden Çeto, Salim’i bıçaklayarak ölümüne neden olur.
Yüsra yeni erkek arkadaşını saklamak için elinden geleni yapar fakat, Metin ve Tekin’in elinden kurtulamaz.
Bu arada Zeynep’in evine gelen Vural adlı şahıs, onun polis olduğunu anlayınca Murat’ın bir arkadaşı olduğunu söyleyip oradan uzaklaşır.
Girdiği ikinci evde Nadire’ye tecavüz eden Vural, daha sonra Zeliha’nın okulunu önünü mesken tutar. Yüsra’nın kaza geçirmesine neden olunca aranmaya başlayan Vural’ı küçük Çobanlar yakalayıp adalete teslim ederler.