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03.09.08, 1:02pm gah [ ] [ mood | nauseated ] [ music | I can hear the electricity running through my computer... ] Rrrrarf. I feel... tummy, just blarg. pills still makin me feel ick. gonna go lie down more kai?> as ice

08.12.07, 9:11am Hung Out With Raevon & Brandon Yesterday [ ] [ mood | sick ] [ music | I Don't Love You by MCR ] It's always easier to get pictures of Brandon... Raevon hates having her picture taken. I have to use my best ninja-style tactics to get shots of her without her hand in front of her face... B is used to being the focus of lens-worship, since Rae has mad skillz with a camera: All the pictures were taken by myself, at either CR Gummow or Victoria Park: ( Brandon x 6 ) ( Raevon x 3 ) ( B & Rae x 3 ) ... So, I have a nasty cold, & yet I got sun-stroke yesterday as well. I spent the night sneezing AND throwing up. Awesome. 2 cold as ice

07.21.07, 3:26pm wtf [ ] [ mood | grateful ] [ music | The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler by All Time Low ] My dog swiped the cordless off the table, & then took it outside to play with it. He didn't actually hurt the phone (apart from getting it ridiculously muddy), it still works, I guess he was just enjoying the beeping sound every time he mouthed on it? Or hell, maybe he thought it was a puppy. He likes to steal my mom's fuzzy slippers and give them baths too. Oh, I took some fatshionista style advice... Thanks if you contributed :) ( Onto the picatures ) 30 cold as ice

07.17.07, 1:47pm Ch-ch-ch-CHANGES [ ] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | Wrong Way by Sublime ] I know, it's been freakin' ages since I've made a post, but I've been busy with moving plans, working & family stuff. First off? ( Some shopping scores ) Oo-kay, so I actually had a date to mom & dad's anniversary on Sunday, & got compliments all day long on my tops, hair & cute boy toy. For the first time EVER at a family gathering, no one encouraged me to either go on a diet or made a crack about my weight couched in "concerned" tones & a bitchy attitude. I even have pictures.... ( Picature Heavy ) In other news? New additions to my tattoo half sleeve (body art is too fashion, dammit) ( Cut for ink ) Oh... I had promised my mother that I wouldn't dye my hair a weird colour for her party, so guess what I did this morning finally? ( Raggedy Anne ) So yeah, unscrewed, unglued, & tattooed. (x-posted to Fats, fucking put up with it, I didn't post pics out of cuts) 10 cold as ice

02.08.07, 8:03pm Totally FO [ ] Credit to amavel_bel @ btvsats_layouts. Get this layout here. If you really desire to know about all the shit I say and do, Sing To Me and ask me to add you as a friend, and add me back. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to Livejournal and sign up for a diary of your own, then come back here, and THEN do the other stuff I just said. These links are in your own interest to read. They might help to tell you if mine is the sort of journal you'll enjoy reading enough to want to add me. ( Links I'm Fond Of ) ( Blogs I Enjoy ) 19 cold as ice

12.14.06, 7:40pm Story Archive [ ] My Slash WARNING: If you're opposed to homosexuality or guys having sex, don't read this post, the links included go into graphic detail. ( Cut because some people are prudish ninnies. ) 2 cold as ice

02.11.06, 3:58am [ ] vam is fucking hot gothboy love by missann_thrope as ice

05.12.04, 12:12am Ode To The Feminist [ ] This random female is ranting and screaming with me and at me, Both at the same time, though it's odd to me, cuz we've never met. She is claiming every name for herself and myself and for all of femininity. In that moment I'm a cunt, a whore, a virgin, a babe, a feminist, a dyke. She's crying out to all how much the world needs to be better, With wretched honesty. And I have to say I'm agreeing with her every syllable and nuance. She's saying words and using terms that would shock my mother or gramma, But the words are merely stirring the rebellious little bitch that's inside of me. These things, these rhymes, these slices of a greater truth, I've thought these thoughts myself, though never before in such detail or with such insight. I'm thinking these thoughts fast and quick, anticipating her very thought processes. I'm speaking every word with her, I'm thinking every thought with her. Unsurprised. Have we tapped into the underground female railroad of cosmic conscience? Have we thought the same because our mother is telling us to reject our places here? Earth. Gaia. Goddess. Mother. Fire. Earth. Wind. Water. Is she telling us some cosmic truths that we both understand as harbingers of glory? That we hate and object to and loathe and will change when we both walk together into it? I wonder who else is seeing and reading and hearing and seething at this beauty. I wonder which other woman is understanding this hate and beauty in truth. She is us. I wonder if a man will ever hear these truths, and understand them. Can he truely understand them as a nonfemale? I think not. Will he ever believe them? Can he believe them? Does he want to? Who cares. It doesn't matter in this moment to myself or to her, we know the truth. We are wild womyn in this moment and looking into forever arm in arm and armed. We are loud, we are joyful and angry, we are strangers and lovers and sisters. She threatens to cook the bastards, perverts and fools. I silently offer to help her. She offers to teach all women how nice loving her could be. I volunteer to be the 1st. She sounds so sweet as she's saying and acting out filthy phrases and terms. She puts such a sweet sexy sensible meaning into them somehow with her soft voice. In this moment I could rationally cream myself in a fit of rebellious glory. Because in this moment I could, and it would be beautiful and perfect and right. as ice

04.21.04, 1:44pm [ ] [ mood | ecstatic ] [A Love Song For The Bitter] by Raine Fairweather I reach out to touch your face, As I throw my pride away, Anyway, Who has a reason to be proud these days,We scrimp, we save, We put all our cash in the bank. Do we earn money just to keep it, Cash money can't buy anything worthwhile, shit, We want to be known, a top hit, giving up our souls like dominoes, black and white and filled with holes. But that's off-topic, I digress, too many poetically PC CDs I guess, Too many hours spent young, poor, gay and deranged, list'nin' to Propaghandi's humane pain, C.H.O's societal disdain, Alix Olsen's feminist rage Not enough minutes spent waxing lyrical on your great perfection, cuz I was plotting insurrection, humanity's humane dissection, avoiding detection by erections by using violent misdirection. I might as well have been trash on a pile, tossed, before you I was lost, Fighting the world for no reason, no matter the cost, an angry heathen, pretending I couldn't be beaten, but never won, there was only bitterness, with nothing to sweeten. I hated myself more, in days of not-so-yore, being deranged, young, gay and poor, Although that's not what seemed to be the score, if you read the lore, I was battered, broken woman, and I was too busy hurting to let anyone hear me roar. You did it, changed my outlook, you stole all my anger, grabbed, yanked, took, Your kind of kindness was one hella right-hook, I might as well have been the flower you crushed in your book. I cried, I shook, though not from fear, but from love dear,You knew what I could be, Like a seer, you looked at me with such love I cried a tear, my heart ripped a tearm shocked at your care, where other's trembled before my walls only you would dare. My bear, we make the perfect imperfect pair. 2 cold as ice

03.25.04, 9:13pm A Maiden's Lullabye Poem, by Raine [ ] [ mood | artistic ] [ music | Shove the Fucking Flag Up Your Fucking Ass by Propaghandi ] A Maiden's Lullabye by Raine Hush little girly, You don't know who you are, You dress your heart in woe and pain, Your make-up black as tar. Hush little girly, Your skin was white as snow, You cut yourself and made it bleed, A gruesome tell and show. Hush little girly, You write words laced with hate, You write them down and show them off, You'll regret your words too late. Hush little girly, I'll chase your pain away, I will hold you close and tight, I hear just what you say. Hush little girly, It will all be fine, I was there one time you see, Your experience close to mine. Hush little girly, I'm talking just to you, I think you are a precious soul, I hope I'm getting through. as ice

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