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Harry Potter choke a bitch?

Let's try this again...

Posted on 11/02/2005 at 03:54
etheraljaunt has enlightened me to the fact that friends-only posts do not allow anonymous commenting. Therefore, I am posting the contents of my last post publicly in case anyone was interested in participating in this meme (and btw, I totally think everyone should ^_^).

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Rant. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

Post anonymously [by selecting the anonymous box]. Speak honestly, because there isn't any censure here. Post as many times as you like. One faceless wonder to another. You don't have to be on my friends list. You can just be stopping through. It doesn't matter.

And then, pass it on.


And as I said before, please feel absolutely free to write anything you want, whether it's about me, you, or life in general, and don't hold back. If you think I'm a freak/slut/potential homewrecker/loser/creep/whatever, you may say so here without offending me. Just go for it.

Munch choke a bitch? - by armanininja

Friends Only

Posted on 01/10/2005 at 04:53

Please comment if you would like to be added. ^_^

Harry Potter choke a bitch?
Posted on 01/10/2005 at 04:19
So, my brother Sal has been reading my livejournal. He'd been saying that he was going to for a while now, but I didn't actually think that he would until the following conversation took place:

Sal: So, I've been reading up on your livejournal.
Me: No you haven't.
Sal: (Quoting) 'Gee, I hope Sal likes those Lemony Snickets books I got him.'
Me: Goddamnit.

Then, later on that day, he yelled up the staircase, "Jessica, you better come down and eat dinner, or else Mom will think you're on drugs!"

Therefore, I have decided to make my journal friends-only. I hate to do that, but I don't want to feel like I have to censor myself when I'm updating. Besides, it's probably better that way anyway. I don't particularly fancy the idea of random people from my real life reading my journal. I never really got over that weird anonymous comment someone left in my journal five or six months ago:

You are an intelligent, senstive girl. When did you start talking so tough, cursing? When you lost your virginiy? You told me you weren't like that and wanted to wait. Your Dad seems so sweet. Did you get like this from your mother? You should give up the dark side and go to church. Try it,you might like it.

WTF. They didn't even sign their name. I mean, it's not exactly that terrible of a thing to say or anything, but they could have signed their name.

So, yes. Friends-only from this point forward.

Harry Potter choke a bitch?


Posted on 01/02/2005 at 17:54
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
Current Music: Law & Order on tv
Do you ever get the feeling that you just shouldn't answer the phone? Do you ever answer it anyway and then immediately regret it?

My ex-boyfriend Matt just called. >_< If I'd known it was him, I wouldn't have answered, but his name didn't show up on the caller-ID. He said he was watching Lord of the Rings the other day, and it made him think of me. He gave me his cell phone number and said he'd like to hang out sometime. I said ok.


He told me to call him on Monday or Tuesday this week. And I can't just not call, because I already said that I would. Fuck, he is just about the last person on this earth that I want to talk to. And why the Hell does he want to talk to me? We broke up two years ago, and he never really cared about me anyway. WTF.

Ugh. He's such an arrogant little bastard. When I picked up the phone, he was like, "Hey, it's me," like I'm just supposed to know who "me" is.


Munch - by  __mykonstantine
Posted on 12/30/2004 at 01:49
Current Mood: crushedcrushed
Current Music: "The X-Files" on tv.
Jerry Orbach died Tuesday night after battling prostate cancer for several weeks. He was 69. Full story here.

I can't believe he's gone. I mean, I knew that he was ill, but I just assumed that he would get better. I never imagined that he would actually die. This is such an awful surprise.

I think I'm going to cry.

Rest in peace, Jerry Orbach. You will be sorely missed.

Munch - by  __mykonstantine

Christmas tidings.....and all that crap.

Posted on 12/25/2004 at 03:05
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: The Dresden Dolls
I want to thank everyone (all three of you) who left comments in my last friends only post. They were definitely thought-provoking. I'll reply to them with my thoughts later, when I'm not so tired. (Lol, your comment didn't count, Spoon. You suck. Lame-ass.)

Anyway - Merry freaking Christmas!

I have finally gotten myself into the Christmas spirit. It took a Hell of a lot of cooking to get there, though. I spent most of the day in the kitchen, making homemade raviolis. It's tradition. Every Christmas, we have homemade raviolis, meatballs, sausage, and bracioles. We do all the cooking on the day before Christmas, and everyone helps out. Everyone. Even Mario (who fancies himself too manly to work in the kitchen - lol, maybe that's not true, but he jokes about it being "women's work" all the time). My arms are killing me from kneading and rolling the dough. And it's not that good, "I-just-worked-out" sort of hurt; it's that "Ow,-I-must-have-slept-on-my-arm-wrong-and-now-it-feels-like-it's-going-to-fall-off" sort of hurt. I'd never made all of the dough by myself before - I had no idea it was so hard.

I also have a very strong case of garlic breath currently - not just from our (also traditional) Christmas Eve dinner (home-made pizza (with lots of garlic in the sauce), scallops (cooked with garlic), cod, shrimp, and crab), but also from sampling the ravioli cheese filling all day. My mom puts a ton of garlic in it - it's so good.

After dinner tonight, we watched a televising of the midnight mass at our old chuch (St. Joan of Arc). It made me all nostalgic. I can't believe Father Larry is still there - he was my favorite priest. Lol, random memory: I remember when I was a little girl, he asked me one year what I was going to be for Halloween, and I said, "A socialist." I meant to say a socialite, but I didn't know the difference. I was so confused when he started laughing....in fact, I never really figured it out until years later.

So, get this - My brother Sal told me about a week ago what he wanted (but was unable) to get me for Christmas this year: an autographed poster of Richard Belzer (Detective John Munch). How awesome is that?! He placed a bid for it on Ebay, but he was outbid (drat!). So, he's getting me the book, "Conspiracies You Don't Have to be Crazy to Believe in," by Richard Belzer. I knew he was getting me this before he even knew, because I picked it out, lol. Isn't that terrible? I was at Barnes and Noble with my mom, buying books 1 and 2 of "A Series of Unfortunate Events" for Sal for Christmas, and I came across "Conspiracies...", and I said (after the obligatory smiles and sighs, of course), "Hey, this is the book I told Sal to get me for Christmas!" So my mom was like, "Oh, really? Well, give it to me, I'll buy it for him." And I was like, "Well, what if he doesn't want to get that for me?" And she was like, "I'm sure he will." So she bought it. ^_^

Hehe, there are these wonderful pictures of the Belz on the bookcover. They're so cute, even if they are rather unflattering. He really is an ugly man. But I love the way he looks. Ugly men are just so hot. I don't know why. Maybe I am unbalanced.

I can't wait to open up the dr. martens waiting for me under the tree (even though I feel bad that my mom bought them for me, because they're so expensive). I was at the mall with my mom, shopping for my sister, and we knew that she wanted dr. martens, so I was picking some out for her (thank goodness I went along to help - my mom wanted to get her the girly kind. When I picked out the cool ones, my mom was like, "Those are men's! She won't want those!"), and I guess I was really getting into it, because my mom was like, "Do you want a pair too?" And I was like, "*blush* What? No - they're really expensive, and I already have a pair." And she was like, "Yeah, but yours are pretty old," which is true - I've been wearing them since I was 12 years old. So she bought me a pair. ^_^ They're gorgeous - they're red, and steel-toed, and made in England, not China (unlike most dr.'s that you find these days). I thought about picking out the black ones, because they were very Daria-esque (at least, more-so than any of the boots I currently own), but the red ones were just too cool.

I better go to bed now so I can wake up tomorrow morning. I hope Sal likes the Lemony Snicket books I got him. I know everyone else in my family will like what I got them, but he's the only one who refused to tell me what to get him. So I improvised. I really think he'll like them, though. I mean, he loved Harry Potter, and he's been sitting up in my room reading my copy of "The Princess Bride" recently, so it's not like he's "above" reading children's books. Lol, when my brother Mario found out that he was reading "The Princess Bride" today, he was like, "What? The Princess what? We need to get that kid some "Die Hard." Stat."

(Incidentally, Sal is upset, because the last 30 pages somehow got torn out of my copy of "The Princess Bride," and he's reached the end and he wants to know what happens. But, of course, he would never actually buy the book himself, so he's kinda screwed. Hahaha, it's kind of sad.)

Eek, I just heard noises downstairs, which scared me, because it sounded like someone was walking upstairs. I've never been up this late the night before Christmas before. What if Santa Clause IS real, but he's evil, and the reason you have to be in bed before he gets here is so he won't kill you??? Lol, I keep imagining this really deformed, evil, scary-looking guy in red pressing his face up against my window (because I still don't have any shades up).

I get scared way too easily.

page 394 - by ceirdwyn
Posted on 12/22/2004 at 03:13
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
I just wrote a somewhat lengthy friends-only post. I just wanted to announce that for people like Jesse who never log in before they go through their friends list.

I wish there was more time in the day.......Oh, wait, that's right - I just need to stop being such a lazy idiot and actually get off my ass and do things when they need to be done.

This is cute: Stripper Snape

I'm so tired - I'm going to go to bed now so I can wake up in 5 hours and go to work, where I will daydream about hot men and try not to get caught sleeping in the files.

"Have a very pervy Christmas." - Conan O'Brien

Harry Potter choke a bitch?
Posted on 12/21/2004 at 03:07
I just got done talking to a fellow Sir Morick fan over Yahoo IM.

Munch - by  __mykonstantine
Posted on 12/19/2004 at 04:32
Current Mood: tiredtired
Good day today.

James presented me with a Christmas present: a Doc Ock tentacle, with a box of Trojan Magnum condoms nestled inside. ^_^ Haha, I <3 it. James always gives the best presents. Yay for tentacle rape.

Then, we went to the movies to see "Ocean's 12." It's not exactly the best movie I've ever seen. But, man, is George Clooney hot. And, really, does anything else matter? We also saw a preview for the movie "Mr. and Mrs. Smith." Angelina Jolie looked amazing. I may have to see the movie just for her.

After the movie, we went to Barnes and Noble. I wanted to look at Richard Belzer's book on conspiracy theories, but they didn't have it. James wandered off to look at journals, so I decided to sneak up behind him to scare him. Hah. Bad idea. He flew into fight mode and spun around and punched me in the face. It surprised me so much that I cried out, and everyone in the store turned around to look at me. Egads, I was so embarassed. I don't think I've ever been so loud in a public place before. Man, I should have known better than to sneak up on a psychopath like James.

Then we went to James' house. We watched the end of Law & Order: SVU (in which there was hardly any Munch - grrr!), and then James showed me some Strong Bad cartoons on the net. He taught me a bit about chainmail, too. I want to make a chainmail hauberk, but I'm not sure if I have the patience for it. Making chainmail seems to be the kind of thing that could drive someone insane. Sooo tedious.

Now I am home, so I am going to go to bed. This post was really boring, wasn't it. Eh, whatever. Freak you. Freak you all. I'm trying to stop using the f word so much. I don't know why, really. I mean, I don't really use it that much, do I? Huh. You know what? Fuck! There. I feel better now.

Can you tell that I'm really, really tired right now?

I'm going to go to bed now.....

*passes out*

page 394 - by ceirdwyn


Posted on 12/18/2004 at 06:51
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
I just finished reading one of the most depressing fanfictions I have ever read. It made me sob. God, poor Harry. I hope he doesn't really turn out like that. Lifeless. Drained. Exhausted from the long war against the Dark side. Nothing more than a shell of a human. *weeps*

This is what I get for searching out Lucius/Hermione smut fics.

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