a short cultural history of the wedding band
and now without further ado, the results to even more quizzes:
Your Tongue’s Talent is Giving Head!
Your thick, wide tongue is the perfect size and shape for giving him pleasure. Not to mention, you know just how to work all the curves. You’ll do just about anything to make others happy, and when you’re uncomfortable, you don’t like to say so. So that probably means your mouth is starting to get worn out. Slow down, and learn how to speak your mind! You’d be most compatible with a Nipple Sucker. They’re sure to give you the attention you so desperately need. You’ve been giving everything for so long that you forgot what’s it’s like to be pleasured. It’s time for you to lay back and get licked.
What’s Your Tongue’s Talent?
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You Are A Banana Flavored Condom!
Hot, wild, and overtly sexual.
Your over the top style is loved by some, hated by others – but never ignored.
Once lovers taste your flavor, they always crave *more*!
What Flavor Condom Are *You*?
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Your Sex Position is Upside Down 69
Daring. Dangerous. And oh so tasty.
You go crazy when you go south –
And you love getting it in the mouth.
What’s Your Sex Position?
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You Are Very Horny
Your sex drive catchs you in a trap!
You want to be sensible and sexy, but it’s hard to be both!
You are a horny chick riding on a derailed speeding train.
Chances are your body will win out over your mind, and you’ll let your sexual spirit free.
Sure your sexuality has caused a bit of drama, but what’s live without the drama?
You have come a long way, though, and it never hurts to travel a bit more!
How Horny Are You?
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Weird curved notched thing
You’re this weird curved bar with a tiny flat plate
with a single peg. No one really knows what to
do with you, and usually end up trying to throw
you into some avant-garde looking thing where
you stick out like one of a dozen sore thumbs.
What Lego piece are you?
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it’s been raining on and off all day but it hasn’t done anything for the temperature. i frolicked in the rain a little earlier, which was fun, now i’m sitting in front of a fan, while i try to find some degree of inspiration for this logo… still no dice.
so i come here to my daily addiction, i’m missing vic, but i know she’s safe and with the phone bill i already have for the month, i’ll have to sell one of the children pretty soon. k just dropped the tickets for tonight and i’m pretty exicted about the party, i usually don’t get this excited about going out, but tonight feels good or am i just salivating over the prospect of more work on my tattoo tomorrow. i keep looking at the picture of the work done so far and realise all the pain, the itching is going to be worth it.
the annual report project is back like a bad rash, apparently it printed like shit, the colour was off and guess what…
i’m getting blamed. when i signed on for the project, i was told it was a mouse jockey job, i said ok, cause i needed the money. why am i being taken to task because the person who actually took the job:
1. didn’t check the colour swatch (as i instructed) against the stock
2. never checked the job on the press (now how obvious is that)
which brings me to how is this my fault? i produced the job, didn’t pick the printer or the stock and gave fairly striahgforward instuctions. wait, i took one thing for granted… they knew what they were doing. oh dear, silly me. i asked to see a copy of the report to see what can be done at this stage, not because i care, but because the sooner it’s presentable and approved by the people who sign the chqs, the sooner i get paid.
i still haven’t been able to get in contact with my ride for tonight which is a little worrying not because i can’t get there on my own, but i’d rather not have to worry about it.
i’m off to be all girly in the interim and plan what i’m wearing and decide if to wash my hair or not. i have a 2 hour window before my hair will not dry.
peace.
more idle test taking:
from humanforsale.com: You are worth exactly: $1,883,300.00.
the death test: February 2, 2044 at the age of 72 years old.
the sex test: You are 92% sexy.
sexual personality: Zeta-ETDN-10.
Your sexual personality is determined by your sexual persona (Zeta), 4 sexual scales (Emotional/Physical, Look/Touch, Daring/Modest, Verbal/Non-verbal), and your libido score (10).
As a Zeta, the high degree of confidence you feel around your sexuality matches your level of experience. Your sexual confidence and awareness are particularly high, but your sex appeal is somewhat lower.
that ends my test taking for tonight. need to save some for tomorrow and the days to follow.
thanks quizilla for taking up an hour of an otherwise boring afternoon
You are Neo, from “The Matrix.” You display a perfect fusion of heroism and compassion.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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Romantic movie! You probably won’t star in a porno
anytime soon. You seem to be really into the
whole “love” thing…romantic sex
with perfumed sheets and candles all over the
place. You’re probably a hopeless romantic. You
value sex and respect your partner too much to
do anything like porn. AWWWWWW!
What kind of porno would you star in?
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kiss on the lips – you’re sweet and simple but
quite daring. you move for the kill confidently
knowing the other person wants the same thing.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Geek
What’s Your Personality Type?
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ok, i should stop. some of these quizzes are really fucking stupid and i’m starting to get annoyed.
not the stop and start like it has for the last couple of weeks, the true torrential downpour, the seems like the heavens are crying. i can hear it beating on the roof of the building. constantly, i love that sound but it makes me so sad, i can run out and run about and feel the rain against my face and i can’t curl up in bed and whisper sweet nothings as the rain sounds plays it accompaniment.
there is still nothing for me to do here at work and my boss has left me in charge, so being the exlemplar, i can’t duck work now, walk home in the rain, dump my wet clothes on the floor and crawl into bed.
i’m seeing the edge of the black pit of despair and hearing it’s siren song. i should go work on the screenplay as promised, but i don’t have the energy.
look forward to the weekend a voice in my head whispers (you know you have them too, so don’t give me that look, when you start having conversations with them, then worry), i’m going to a party tomorrow and then going to finish (or at least continue) my tattoo, on saturday. it’s also a f1 weekend, so in all, quite a number of distractions in all.
that means i just have to get through this afternoon, all day tomorrow. not as easy as it sounds. wait i have a cheesy novel in my bag, aha, the afternoon’s entertainments just presented itself.
adieu.
i can hear the rain falling on the roof of the office, i’m not working, i’m cruising around online, following links and reading things that attract my eye like:
which i got off a link on the reverse cowgirl’s blog
and this really hot story on goodvibes
i really should find something to do, something to distract from this longing
these are the closing days of national masturbation month, a subject that is close to my fingertips of late these days.
it’s all about longing that throbbing in the pit of your stomach, the tingle of your skin, the need to feel vic’s skin against mine.
mastubation continues to be just an outlet. a form of relief, but i’m orally fixated. how do duplicte the sensation of hands in your hair, thighs pressed against your ears, the taste, the smell, the feel, the overwhelmed sense of joy in giving pleasure.
i should go to work. i’m sitting here frustrating myself. i have a whole ahead of me with lots of free time to do that.
vic and i have decided that our current entertainments are worthy of the big screen. we are attempting to write a comedic screenplay about our adventures.
if you get a little perspective on our situation it does seems a little funny.
neither of us actually has actually written a screenplay (well vic has done documentary work and i’ve attempted documentary work) and this is going to be our first combined endeavour. i think it’s going to be fun. work begins this weekend. vic is off to the wilds of michigan with the familia for a week, so i’m planning on channelling the anger, the frustration, the lonliness of the next couple of days into a serious stab at our very entertaining story.
the time has come to get some sleep. too many late nights over the last couple of days. although i should unpack the three bags full of laundry, but there is the feel of slipping on a still hot, fresh smelling tshirt. ok so i’m a freak (and fucking lazy too)
gnight.
i was going for domestic goddess, but i decided against it because i hate ironing.
i have just returned from the laundry. 10 weeks of dirty clothes washed and folded, i feel invigorated, doing laundry always brings me clarity. the gentle hum of the washing machines and the sound of clothes tumbling in the dryer always relaxes me.
i even enjoy the folding, but the ironing. oh the ironing. bleech.
speech of bleech – boos for cheer. sometime ago when i was palnning on washing i asked my mother to get me some detergent at the supermarket, i’m sure i asked for (free plug here) tide. instead she brought home cheer. fast forward to tonight i’m taking my jeans out of the dryer and realising that they are still kind of nasty looking. what the fuck? i did not spend close to $50 on a box of detergent for my clothes to come out looking less than sparkling. luckily, like i said before laundry makes me very zen. so for you other domestic god(desse)s — CHEER – bad! TIDE – good!
which in the circuitous way my mind works, brings me to the my earlier apology/retration/correction. i’ve been pondering what is and is not fair material for my blog? and in one of my moments of laundry induced zen i have concluded – that i will blog about the things that are going on in my life, the (adult) people that occupy said life (or lack thereof), unless (and this is the kicker) i am asked by any person mentioned, in thought, deed, name or description, never to do so again. i think that’s fair.
if you don’t think so, well as i said in my very first post, fuck you and the horse you rode in on. this is the internet, you are not strapped to a chair and forced to come here, you came of your own volition and the same speed with you clicked to get here, is the same speed you can click to get out.
not that i’ve gotten that off my chest, i’m off to talk to my wife.
and now your moment of zen
rant, guest commentary and other news
today is indian arrival day in trinidad, although i actually call it ‘arrival day’ for all the pretenious, gauche, nouveau riche, skimming, scheming, pilfering audi/bmw/mecredes/quarter million minimum imported car of choice (exchange rate is $6TT= $1US, you do the math), politicians, ex-politicians, businessmen, no talent hacks, asslicking corporate climbers, back-squeezing cheapass-pearls before swine-clients…
you have ‘arrived’ and this is your day.
now that i’ve gotten that out of the way, here is our guest commentary, all the way from brighton:
Indian Arrival Day is today. Wow, shouldn’t that be a mega-celebration, a smorgasbord of cultural celebration?
I wish for one Arrival Day someone will have the bright idea of bringing real live Indians to collaborate with the Indians in Trinidad so that they would figure out that their concept of Indian-ness is archaic and totally irrelevant. Ditto African Emancipation Day.
My biggest beef is that on Emancipation Day, the winner always seems to be the Syrians because of the brisk trade they do in mock-African material.
Amazingly, if most Indians stepped into Delhi, they would feel as Indian as I would. It’s like the way you feel when you meet an African, or to be more specific, a Nigerian and they go on spouting some of the most narrow-minded stuff and you instantly realise that the only thing you guys share in common is the high tolerance for sunshine.
thank you franka. (the views expressed are those of the author and totally supported by me.)
in other news, vic is almost safely at her destination, and seems in good spirits. i seem to be as well, i’ve got the house to myself and i’m getting ready to deal with a logo design job, that has been lurking for far too long. then tonight, it’s party time. but fear not, i’ll be back before then.
adeiu.