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Well, I dig my own holes.

Well, the one good thing that came out of the whole “blowjob” fiasco running rampant in the feminist blogosphere are a couple of threads over at Bitch PhD. She’s opened up a women’s and men’s thread for “honest” talk about sex: what you like, what you don’t. In this case, I actually like that she

My parents both worked when I was growing up; still do. I have fond memories of helping my mom mop up the burger joint on Christmas Eve. Sometimes they worked nights, weekends, holidays, so me and my brother and sister spent much of our time, until I was about 12, at my French grandmother’s house.

I’ve cut carbs until I’m down to one serving per meal (I’m supposed to be eating 3-4), and the best # I could get was 180, last night, after working out. I increased my goddamn insulin dose agoddamgain This FUCKING INSULIN isn’t FUCKING WORKING. I CAN’T WRITE IF I CAN’T CONCENTRATE ON THE FUCKING SCREEN.

I’ve been tossing and turning in bed, thinking of Durban. I don’t know why I’m thinking of it again, now, suddenly, when I’ve gone so long without talking about it, ruminating, thinking anything beyond, “I drank a lot in Africa.” But I remember. I’m lying awake remembering things; leaning out the big back window of

If you haven’t seen it yet, Joss Whedon’s award acceptance speech for Equality Now: “Why aren’t you asking a hundred other guys why they *don’t* write strong women characters?” I got to the end of the speech and burst into tears, because he said so succinctly what I’ve been trying to say with so much

Well, I’ve been feeling like absolute shit the last three days, so I called Dr. S. today and updated him on my numbers, which, like my physical state, are shit. I’ve been having trouble concentrating here at work (sugar headache, blurry vision), my sex drive tanked (yes. I notice these things), I wanted to lie

When my computer(s) died, I lost a lot of music along with them, and have been re-installing music piecemeal. Yesterday I finally re-burned a copy of Alanis Morissette’s first album, Jagged Little Pill. And I was reminded of what I love it so much. Oh, sure, she got the “you must be a femi-nazi bitch

You know what the *real* problem is with the BBC production of Gormenghast? The problem is, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is really fucking hot, and the director even manages to employ several ingenious ways of getting gratuitious shots of JRM without his shirt on. OK, yea, that’s good, I know. But here’s the bad part: JRM plays

::Snarl::