And Then It was 5:30 and the Princess Went Home and They All Lived Happily Ever After!!

[sisabet]

I am so bored and I wanna go home and for once my fList is being all quiet. Also, I learned over in gwyn_r's LJ that there are people who hate the Pretenders. And not only that - there are people out there that hate the Red Hot Chili Peppers. And while I may think that their best creative times are behind them, how can you hate Flea? It is just wrong. I feel it in my bones. Unless he is, like, this raging misogynist and no one told me. But look at him. Even if he was all "I HATE Women! Women are evil!" I'd be all "Oh look at the little chauvinist! Lookit! I'm gonna get your nose. I am, I'm gonna get your nose."

Yep. I have a hard time seeing someone as a threat when I could just sit on them and end their life. Wow. If I was a Superhero, I'd just fly around all day laughing my head off at people.

I wonder if Clark gets too invested in his Superman role, if that happens (and yes I know this is not a new theory or idea and has been explored before. I'm just doing that stream of consciousness journalling thing I do to kill time)? We would end up being mildly amusing and not seen as very threatening to him - kinda like I see Sid-the-Dog-Face-Boy? Which really - well it should be disturbing, but then I think the the reaction I have to being looked at as a dog by another species is rather specist of me (and is that even a word?). I mean - it is okay for me to walk around all "Sit, Sid. Stay, Sid. Good Boy!" just because I have opposable thumbs and can buy the Dog Chow, then why can't Superman be all "Sit, Sisabet! Stay, Sisabet. Good Girl, Sisabet!" to me? He can freaking fly! I suppose that I can also fly - but not without at least 1/2 a valium and a really strong bloody mary. Also, I kinda like the idea of being bossed around by Superman. That'd be kinda...yeah. Not work appropriate thoughts.

I am such a freaking bottom.

In other news, I am wanting to be vidding again and kinda thinking that I am an idiot and I should stay far away from Premiere for like...ever. Maybe this is because I am post vid making and not post vid posting? And this is the second vid I have finished without posting and that is just strange for me. Cause I had this thing to say - and I said it and I am happy with how I said it, but I am not saying it in public so now what do I do?

This might actually be good for me. I may even work my way up to actually posting shit privately, just for the joy of journalling. But I have been so warped by my society that part of me (and I know it is a wrong, sad and deluded part of me) believes that unless other people see it - it did not happen. So until that glorious triumphant day arises, my time wasting spew iz pastde on your flist yay!

That was a lot funnier in my head. I apologize.

Comments

[grackles.livejournal.com]

Flea is the cutest! Have you seen that old punk rock movie "Suburbia" that came out during the eighties? He's in that and he is so adorable.

[gwyn-r.livejournal.com]

I confess, I do not like the Chilis' music. But I like Flea. And I like some of their songs, but very few. I have Chili ambivalence. However, any little guy who runs around with a sock on his dick onstage? I have to like. So you can throw me to the wolf pit.

I am the bottom-like bottom when it comes to certain men (or women). For instance, one of my old boyfriends smacked me once, and after he did, he stood there in horror because he knew I would promptly beat the living shit out of him. And my friends were like, He HIT you? Is he INSANE? And he yelled at you? He's got a death wish, doesn't he? Needless to say it never happened again.

But if Vin Diesel were bellowing at me, I'd be all, sure. I'll sit and stay. Please, bellow at me some more, sir. Because that voice... I could listen to bellowing all day and it would not bother me. If Angela Bassett whacked me? I'd be asking if there was more. I am sad. Of course, in real life, it's all different, but in real life, no one like Vin or Angela would ever look at me, let alone yell at or whack me.

[luminosity]

Isn't that the point of a fantasy life, really? I was talking to someone recently about my Angel fantasies--of which there are too damned many to list--and she was all, "but he wouldn't even *look* at me," and I'm all, "but it's my freakin' fantasy! Of course he'd be all over me!" When I thought about it later, though? I have too many fantasies where reality barges in like an unexpected mother-in-law, and I have to go back to start, to remind myself that *it's my freakin' fantasy!*

I'm ranting now. I think I'll go fantasize about Angel threatening me like he did to Connor--Daddy's not done talking. I'll be in my bunk.

[valarltd.livejournal.com]

Clark can top me any time he wants, baby. I could even go for Bruce or Hawkman or Green Arrow. (Flash is strictly a bottom in my fantasy life)

Nothing wrong with being a bottom. It makes us happy, we make the tops happy, and everyone is having Better Living Through Orgasms.

I know on the vidding thing. I've got an idea and I'm going nuts trying to get the source. My Dazzle is crapping out. Maybe I should just buy the Blazing Saddles DVD and be done. I've got vids that aren't posted, that can't even be discussed for another 2 weeks.

RHCP? I like some of their stuff. "Californication" is good.

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