Question: Have any of you had gel nails (or know anything about them)? I've already found a great deal of information on them, but have only one concern still unanswered… I'm wondering how they differ from acrylics in terms of durability/breakage, specifically. My acrylics usually need repairs by the time I'm due for a fill (hmmm shoddy work, eh?), which is a tad frustrating. If I go with gel, would anyone suggest a silk or fiberglass wrap as well? I don't mind paying more for a better service.
Platformjunkie, can you maybe field this one? I know, I know, acrylics are BAD ;)

Here I am sipping my Chai (mmm mmm good), working hard (or hardly working), at the office. I can't get a conversation I had on the camwhores tagboard yesterday out of my mind. I was really pleasantly surprised to find some intellectual discourse there as well, btw! Anyway, the subject of fireplaces came up, (Oooh exciting stuff you missed out on, eh?)and I realized how much I miss having one. I grew up in a house with a massive fireplace, incredible heat that thing put out. I loved to shower or bathe and air dry in front of it lol. I loved curling up on the couch by a roaring fire with coffee, cocoa, a good stout, or red wine. I loved making out (or sometimes, yes, making love) in the warm glow of it. My parents have one at their new place, and I insist on lighting it whenever I visit, weather permitting. I wish that Boyfriend had one, and so does he after he heard me get all passionate about them ;) So, yeah, as Winter slowly winds down, fireplaces are one of the only things I will miss about it…

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.. that you look like Zira from the original Planet of the Apes? Yeah.
That means you look like a fucking ape. Keep your clothes on, please.

Oh, and hit the gym, fatty.

Sincerely,
Eat shit

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Up to this point, my journal entries have been viewable only to those on my livejournal friends list. Now that my domain is active, I have decided to make most entries here public. There will still be juicy “friends only” posts from time to time. Generally, I am a very open person, and I don't like to censor myself. I think I've found a happy medium between sharing my life and indangering it. =)

We are in the midst of an ice storm here. Feh. It's got me all biotchy, yo. I thought this was Spring?! Eff you Old Man Winter, don't let thee door hit you in the ass on the way out!
Here's one cheering thought though: I have a new journal layout courtesy of uber-rad Cyn. Give it a look, would ya? There's really nothing to tweak unless anyone knows how to use iframes within a livejournal… ? Also, I was thinking of doing some public entries regularly and cleaning out my friends list a bit… not because I hate you or you are hella boring, but because it's a tad overwhelming, and I feel guilty that I can't keep up with all of you. :(

Sometimes even I get a lil starstruck. Take yesterday, for example. The Why Store comes over to Boyfriend's place to practice for their reunion! They had that radio “hit” a couple of years ago called “Lack Of Water.” (That was a song I muchly enjoyed changing the words to for a few parodies of sorts…. lack of talent, lack of pot, lack of ego, lack of sex, lack of penis… the list goes on and on) anyway, they sounded grrreat, and I heard all my old favourites- live- in the basement! It was just neat to have them there, doing their thang. And I had to play hostess because Boyfriend had a brunch engagement. It's always nice to discover that “stars” (maybe too extreme a term in this case, but…) are still real people too. Shhh… don't tell anyone the punk rock girl likes the hippie band…

It is probably a good thing that I didn't post any entries between last Friday and now. It is probably NOT a good thing that I blew almost $400. on clothes. *shrugs* I DO feel better though, and I have plenty of money left as well as anoth paycheck coming this week. Whew! I made a monumental decision… I am going to start wearing bras again! LOL. However, I suspect I will probably end up going without them again eventually.
I stuck to my guns Friday and did not phone Boyfriend. Instead, I turned off the ringer on my phone and caught up on some sleep. The next afternoon, however, I did take a call from him. He acted as if nothing had happened. He seemed like his old self. He said he was planning a special dinner for us that night- homemade chicken stuffed ravioli with rosemary. I decided not to mention what had us both in such a tizzy and play it by ear instead… that turned out to be a good move. Saturday was wonderful. We choose to stay in and curl up for some movies and snuggling. Awww.
He wanted me to spend Sunday afternoon with him and his daughter, but I'd already promised to visit my parents for our traditional St Paddy dinner and drinks. He was genuinely disappointed. I guess I kinda was too. It was good to see my parents. They only live 30 mins from me, and we get along great, but I just don't get a chance to stop by as often as we'd like.
That night I had a highly memorable experience… Boyfriend and I visited the home of an old friend of his who is somewhat of a legend. He is an artist, very bizarre- bordering on creepy, yet very well educated. His home was built in the 1900's in a wealthy neighborhood. The neighbors have been making attempts for decades to have the city force him to remove his art from his property or move. Other artists in the community always come to his rescue and explain that he's just a bit odd. That's an understatement. His house is fascinating and filled with junk sculptures! Think Sanford and Son gone artiste. It looks like something out of a movie. It would be the perfect surreal scene for a flick about serial killers. The people that come and go are a diverse mix, men in suits, hippies, punks, models. He was really nice, very warm… shared his wine, told stories about some of his pieces, offered his dope, gave me a big hug and told us to come back soon. I took to him instantly, but I like “freaks.” When Boyfriend and I got home he told me things that were very healing and touched me deeply. I think we're going to be just fine.

Had what couldn't really be called a fight, or even a disagreement, with Boyfriend last night. Nonetheless it left me hurt and angry. Wonderful combo, eh? What it amounts to is that he's hyper critical as fuck. He bitched, griped, pissed and moaned about the condition I keep my apartment in- “Well, I am not the cleanest person, but I would never let my place get that bad!” Well effing screw you and the horse you rode in on, buddy! It should not be of consequence to him because 1) he doesn't fucking live there! 2) He NEVER comes over to MY apartment, I always go to his house! 2b) I am never at home to tidy up because he always wants me with him! fgjp9e48y5htrtbn!!!!!!!!#$$#%#$%#$%!!!!! I want to “punish” him for being a dickhead. Maybe I won't come over tonite, maybe I won't go out to see that band he want to see tomorrow, and yanno maybe I won't even see him at all until next weekend. And he can forget getting head or ANYthing else for that matter. *slap* *stomps away* There. Now that I got that out…
This is a great piece- makes me want to start writing NOW. I will get my creative groove on this weekend though and work on my site. I know what I want to do, I just have to organize and explain it all. Cynica, baby, are you up for thee tinkering? Graphics are going to be scanned, paragraphs typed, and I've got a new journal concept too that will be embedded. Clean and simple, but I wouldn't go so far as to say plain =P Call it channeling all this negative energy, if you will.
I think I'll go read Drew… he always makes me spit coffee on my keyboard.

My posture is terrible! I look like a little old lady with osteoporosis (well, not THAT bad, but I'm sure I'm well on the way). What can I do to fix it?! Those bras that are supposed to hold you in better form didn't help. I feel like a goon when I stand upright, not to mention it actually HURTS. It felt wonderful to slip into the back room at work and stretch out on the floor to pop my back. Ahhh. Funny how I can stick out my boobilage for the cam, but not to improve my stature, heh.
I don't think it's as much of a self esteem issue as it used to be though. I hid behind my long hair until I shaved my head. That forced me to confront the things I didn't like about my face, try to improve them, and feel a tad better about my imperfections. We all have them. Too bad we can't cart around an airbrush for quick fixes, eh? ;) Not to mention standing up straight would make me appear thinner and increase the illusion of a bust. I am rather fond of small breasts though and the innocent look they lend themselves to. Ok, THAT is an understatemnt coming from someone who buys magazines like Barely Legal and Just 18 regularly! LOL.
But, *sigh* I remember the days when I was all up in peoples faces and just didn't give a fuck. I know what happened, one word explains it all- COLLEGE. I've been fixing the damage caused by those days for years. What I really need is to find a happy medium. Can extremists ever really change?

I recently watched the movie The Five Heartbeats. Who woulda thought Robert Townsend could be so serious?! It was totally believable, and reminded me about all the tragic endings of so many Doowop supergroups and how they never saw a substantial amount of money from their work. I've been thinking about music a lot lately, wondering why I have such an emotional bond to it, and what elements, in my opinion, make up a good song. I've deduced that I love music because it makes me feel or makes me forget- two very important AND very dangerous things.
To name an overall favourite is no easy task. There are so many… Face To Face, Sleater Kinney, Bad Religion, Social D, Eddie Cochran, Skrewdriver, Slant 6, Tori Amos, Misfits, Hole, The Doors, GG Allin, Poison, Babes In Toyland, Dion, Black Sabbath, Roy Orbison, Red Aunts, Gene Vincent, Possum Dixon, Mario Lanza, Chuck Berry, The Cramps, and of course Gbv. And I'm sure I'm leaving out a few that are also near and dear, meaning I'd buy just about anything they release. What is it that draws me to them? (And why don't I like Elvis or The Beatles?)
Lyrical content is important to me, as is that they are audible. I want suffering, outrage, cynicism, passion, wit, and maybe a lil kitsch too. The subject matter doesn't matter too much as long as those are present in some form. I like a hook too, as would most people I'd guess. A little sex appeal doesn't hurt either ;)
I guess my diverse tastes in music make it hard for me to feel like a part of any particular scene, coupled with the fact that I don't participate in melodramatics or gossip. But, I digress…
I was a clarinet player and a singer in my school days. I tried guitar and bass. I still fiddle with them from time to time. But vocalizing has always been my strongest suit and most enjoyable. I can't go an entire day without hearing music and singing. Yet, I don't write anymore- not lyrics, not poetry, no stories, plays. Nothing. Why? I didn't have big dreams of fame and fortune that were dashed, so what discouraged me?
All this from seeing a movie?! I must admit, sometimes I AM a little “out there.”