Moving stuff from an old blog pt. 4

"When women genuinely achieved an orgasm, areas of the brain involved in fear and emotion were deactivated. Those areas stayed alert however when women were faking it."

Interesting... the concept of researching this is a cool idea, but lets be honest here. We have some pretty fucked up diseases out there that we could be researching... or we could see if your brain reacts the same way when you're faking it...hm. Angola's disease or whether or not your wife's brain acts differently when she fakes it.

Faking orgasms is a weird concept. The idea of course is basically that you want the sex to be over so you fake it. If you're with someone you really trust though shouldn't you just be able to say, I can't get off tonight. I don't think it is an uncommon issue, but I don't think faking orgasms is the solution.

"Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive." - Sir Walter Scott

Dead English writers tend to be right, I personally think Scott is dead on with this one. The second we start deceiving someone it can only lead to no good. So, ladies and gentlemen of the jury... remember that once you start faking it you won't be able to stop... and then you'll be addicted to heroin.

Moving stuff from an old blog pt. 3

The words drip from my pen
But are they the words I want?
I question the content that flows from my lips
The dribble, the drole, the good, the bad

Fuck you who makes me question the words I say
Fuck me for doubting my tact and skill

You're not the first
and not the last
you've burned before
but I haven't burnt you.

I won't set you on fire.
I won't set you ablaze.

My writing is poor
My thinking is sporadic
One minute jovial
The next irate
I can't describe my thoughts to you
Do you even want to hear them?

It's not what you want to hear
And it's not what I want to say

If I express myself I'm tactless
If I don't I soulless

I can't win.
I can't lose.
It's in the middle and it sucks.

Tell me your thoughts.
Tell me your secrets.
What dwells inside that brain of yours?
Sex? Drugs? Music? School? Boys? Girls?

Fuck it to hell. It's not about the good and it's not about the bad.
I am pissed. I am depressed. I am mad and I am sad.

Women who don't appreciate what you do
or rather who you do.
She's a cunt who lives vicariously through you
A woman who can't be happy with herself
Could never be happy with you.

Some say she's a bitch
Others a hoe
I can't say for sure,
I'll never really know.

Our parents did the best job they knew how to do
It's our job to do better
To make more money
To live the American dream
Suburbia. White picket fences. Vans. Soccer practice.

-SER 2-16-05

Moving stuff from an old blog pt. 2

NOV 10, 2004--On the occasion of Yasser Arafat’s death we are reminded of the tragedy that was his life. While keeping the Palestinian issue at the center of the world’s attention for nearly 50 years, Arafat chose terror and jihad over compromise and peace. He could have been the leader of a state, and he chose instead to be the head of a violent and corrupt gang. His actions left Jews and Palestinians alike drenched in a sea of blood.

We hope and pray that his passing will be the occasion for the emergence of a new Palestinian leadership committed to the establishment of a state that will live in peace alongside the State of Israel. We hope, too, that the government of the United States will use this opportunity to join with the government of Israel and interested Palestinians to move the region toward a negotiated settlement.

Moving stuff from an old blog pt. 1

Sabrina: I like my heads of state to have that essential ingredient: EVIL

SHLEE: Nah. Talking to Lisa and my gpa and my gma and Elliot, you know... peeps.
RIPSY: Does Elliot talk now?
SHLEE: Yes. She is fluent in both English and French. She helped me out with my poetry paper.

Sabrina, do you realize our parents pay 48k for us to play games like seven degrees of swastika?