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Saturday, March 30, 2002
It's the Better-Late-Than-Never Friday Five!

1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose?

This is so hard. So I'll cheat and pick two. I'd LOVE to have dinner with Richie Sambora, because we have so much in common and I know I'd have an amazing time with him and we'd laugh a lot. And then I'd love to have dinner with Viggo Mortensen, because he's so sweet and talented and deep and down to Earth that I'll walk out of there walking on cloud nine, with lots of good stories and newfound knowledge of the world.

2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel?

Yes. Especially when it's unexpected. I am saddened by it when they're sick, or maybe old, but when it's sudden it hits me the most. The ones that had me very sad for a while were Freddie Mercury, Kurt Cobain, Phil Hartman, Raul Julia, Jack Lemmon and Lady Di. I just couldn't imagine them out of the world I lived in. ::sigh::

And I still cry when I remember John Lennon's death. That has to be the biggest one. :~(

3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose?

I don't know. Someone stunningly gorgeous, talented, millionaire and loved by everyone, probably. Because I'll never be that person. <.g>

4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who?

Hell, no.

5. Have you ever met anyone famous?

I know some guys from local bands. I've met some actors. I think I saw Glenn Close in Aruba once. But I never checked her out closely to see if I was right. <.g>


Wednesday, March 27, 2002


Good day.

Procrastination at work all morning, because I was trying to find a quenya wordlist and I finally found the perfect one at 11:30 am, only an hour away from my planned escape from work. Because I had planned to see The Ice Age with Margaret today. When I met her in the mall this afternoon, I felt a bit guilty for about two minutes, then enjoyed the movie inmensely. Go see it. :)

Oh, oh, they showed the Episode II trailer there. DUBBED. I wanted to throttle someone. It's a crime to put some guy over Ewan McGregor's Obi-Wan voice. Whoever came with that idea must be stoned to death. And I mean that in the Hammurabi Code way. I hope they bring the subtitled version too -- not because I need to read the Spanish, but because I need to hear the English.

By the way, I must be getting old. Or I'm becoming Melissa, because I'm crying at every movie I see. I hate that. What's up with these girlie hormones? It's embarrassing. Had to eat some Haagen Dasz Bailey's ice cream to get past that. <.g>

What's worse, since I knew there was NO WAY there would be food at home when I arrived, I paid a visit to uncle Ronald, and I picked my trashy dinner. That said, I have a couple culinary tips. When you nuke McDonald's french fries... it's not the same anymore. They lose their crispyness, the soft inside does not steam, and they look... well, limp. Not sexy. Don't do it. Hamburgers, on the other hand, are way better after a trip to the microwave. I've always liked my bread soft like that.

As if eating trash food wasn't enough, I just ate a chocolate-chip muffin after I realized that they're not showing Crash Palace tonight. I always saw the promos in FOX, and I always thought the show looked kinda sleazy. Then I saw it, and realized it was like a depraved version of Melrose Place, but in Australia.

Of course, I loved it. ;)

And now I'm down because I can't see nasty shagging and Aussie cursing.

Come to think of it, I should sit down and start writing three things I have to get done. Make that four. I have to write two articles for Mureche.net, one slash story for this challenge Rina got me into, and this... THING my brain is pleading me to write.

I should start, but it's nearly 11:00 pm and there's Seinfeld reruns to watch.

TV is bad.




Oh yeah.

Yes, I'm aroused, why?



Tuesday, March 26, 2002
The following two weeks, my Blogger Insider partner will be Kat @ Pandora's Boxers. I'm really looking forward to it. :-)


the popular sentiment


Monday, March 25, 2002

Now they have the Ring of Barahir. They have Nenya. They have the DAMN elven brooch!

Have mercy, you fuckers. My credit card is still recovering from the Arwen pendant.

::sobs helplessly::


Two LOTR-related quizzes for my own amusement.

Sam is the faithful servant of Frodo Baggins. He cares an awful lot about his master and would probably give his life for him. Though Sam meets many marvelous people as he journeys with Frodo, he still wishes he was back home in the Shire.

Take the "Which Hobbit are you?" quiz created by Cora Black!

You are the champion double-agent of Middle-Earth.

And you have all those spiffy wizard powers. And a voice that could chill the Balrog.

Advice: Ripping down the trees around Isengard was a bad idea.

Forget the Ents -- the Earth Liberation Front is planning a protest.


So, Oscars.

Apart from the fact that The Lord of the Rings was FUCKING ROBBED, it was okay. But I so didn't want A Beautiful Mind to win. I was rooting for Moulin Rouge -- it would have been great so see them pull an upset in the major category. But hey, you can't have it all.

Since I'm too lazy to type a whole review, I'll just point you to my post in today's Scullyfic topic, Oscarama. <.g>


LanceinSpace.com? Oh. My. God.

Say it isn't so, Lance.



Sunday, March 24, 2002
Today's Oscar day, so it's ALL about the gossip. That said... well, what do you know? Turns out E!'s Jules Asner is the one who's wearing the 5-million dollar dress. You know, the one with diamonds on it? Wow. Looks good on her... she's pretty and all that. Guess being Steven Soderbergh's girlfiend does pay off. LOL.

I heard Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood will be there with Sir Ian tonight. Nice. I'll be rooting like a madwoman for him. :-)

In other news, I'm stocked with trash food for tonight. I have a huge pizza, I have popcorn, I have oreos. The ViggosRing girls have planned an Oscar chat, but I don't know if I'll be able to drag myself away from the TV. ;-)


Saturday, March 23, 2002
Being home alone on a Saturday night is SO good. <.vbeg>


Friday, March 22, 2002

Which Celebrity Song Are You?

Hee! Me likes result. Me hates annoying graphic. Pupils bleeding.


Well, I did it. I made Blogger publish my goddamn post. And I finally saw Gosford Park tonight, and I'm glad to announce I've finally seen all the movies nominated for Best Picture. Yay!

So, Gosford Park. You can't possibly have a better cast than that. And they were all so perfect in their roles I wanted to weep. Maggie Smith was absolutely brilliant. Hellen Mirren, fantastic. Emily Watson? Wow. Everyone was great.

Oh, And I didn't know Richard E. Grant was in the movie. I've always loved him, so it was a treat.

And now I'm going, because I wanted to say more, but I have someone reading over my shoulder. And I don't know if I like it yet. I think I've traumatized him too much already tonight. But then the're Queer as Folk to watch.

Maybe I can talk him into watching that naked. Oh, the FUN!



Today's Friday Five should have been posted from a cybercafé, because, frankly, I didn't have intentions of turning on my computer at home. I have two days off, and damn, I'm gonna enjoy'em. Which I am, by the way, but that's not the point. <.g>

Let's say a friend is borrowing me his computer, but he doesn't know. So shhh!


1. What is your favorite time of year?

December. It's cold, I have vacations and I have more money to buy presents.

2. What is it about your favorite season that, well, makes it your favorite season?

See above. <.g> And it's cold, too. Yum.

3. What is your least favorite time of year?

Hot, humid summer. I HATE to sweat if I'm not exercising, thank you very much. Too much heats puts me in a lousy mood.

4. Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of seasons?

Buy new clothes, probably. LOL.

5. What's your favorite thing to do outside?

I was going to be TMI, but I'll change my answer and say I love to take a walk whith a fresh breeze. :)


Wednesday, March 20, 2002
An extra post with slash tendencies for my pal Rina.

How do you like JC rolling over Lance? And CuteLovin'!Chris? Huh?


Chris is an evil man.

I love him.


Oooh. It seems like Viggo has a girlfriend. She's called Lola Schnabel. And she's 20. Not that I really care that much, but damn, I'm older than her. That should give me some kind of advantage despite my geographical location, right?


Update: A picture of the lady in question is here. Am glad to say we look pretty much alike, so there's hope.



From Popdirt.com: "Kevin Richardson Has The Ugliest Mohawk Ever Displayed."

Gotta love the fans' comments -- "That is not even funny. You'd think it'd be funny, but it's NOT! That's easily worse than a mullet." "WTF kinda crack is that mofo on?"

::sigh:: So supportive and loving! <.cackle>


Priceless Moment -- a very interesting excerpt of an interview with Elijah Wood in Rolling Stone:

"I've gained an appreciation of the word cunt," he explains. "Negative words - the best thing is to diffuse them by using and taking the meaning away. Cunt! Cunt! It's a great, great word. Very forceful."

It was not Wood but Viggo Mortensen who was the most obsessed. "He became utterly fascinated with it," says Wood, "and it became the word of the film. Their Winnebago for makeup was called the Cuntebago. I was not a part of the Cuntebago unfortunately - it was the makeup room of Orlando, Viggo and Sean Bean - but it was a lovely place to visit. Cuntebago T-shirts were made up. There was a Cunty Christmas and we had a Cunty Christmas tree, all this stuff. Cate Blanchett [who plays the elf queen Galadriel] was deemed Her Cuntliness."

And Cate was fine with this?

He nods. "It was an honor."

LOL! I want one of those Cuntebago tees. <.g>


Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Oooo. Lance Bass makes slashy comments to the press.

Simply delightful.

Then there's the JC pictures at Rat Sushi that make me all hot and bothered.

All is good in my NSYNC world. ::happy sigh::



Monday, March 18, 2002
Well, what do you know? More strange search engine queries at the site's stats.

Let's see whet we have today:

- "sex and the city" what does carrie's bus poster say (I think it was "Carrie Bradshaw Knows Good Sex.")
- alicia keys sore back (Well, I have a sore back today. Does that help?)
- pictures of robbie williams' tatoos (I kinda like this one)
- funny old chris kirkpatrick pics (Carolyn, this was you... right?)
- women sex pubes picture (HUH? LOLOL!)
- did orlando bloom had really life sex (Someone's really curious because they looked for this SEVEN times!)
- how Boromir loves Legolas (Why do I always get the strange slashy phrases? <.g>)
- chris kratt girlfriend (Oooh. I wanna know, too! But I think he's married...)
- orlando bloom on regis and kelly video (I got this one FIVE times. Probably it was the same person who wanted to know "did orlando bloom had really life sex.")

These are fun -- I may start to put intentional tags for Google and Yahoo at the end of my posts like Toe Tag to get more useless hits. Hee.


Ooooh. Saturday's show was GREAT. We arrived at the "Pop Valley" as the organizers called the piece of land in the middle of nowhere where the Caracas Pop Festival took place. Well, this was not in Caracas, I must say. It was about 45 minutes away from Caracas. If you didn't have a car, you were pretty much fucked up. After a tortuous 3-kilometer walk under the sun we got there. So we located ourselves near enough to clearly see the stage and the people who were going to perform, but not close enough to be in the mosh pit. I'm over that phase in my life.

Anyway, things started at 6:00pm with Caramelos de Cianuro (Cianide Candies), a local band. They were good, but the soud didn't help them much. After half an hour, they said goodbye. 15 minutes later, La Ley (from Chile) stepped up on the stage with an amazingly cristal-clear sound. It was as if you had a CD on. But yes, they were playing live. They were mellow, melodic and strong. Their lead singer, Beto Cuevas, took care of the sexy stuff. That man would look at the camera with this incredible "fuck me" face, and then he'd start moaning. Damn him.

After them came No Doubt. Absolutely mind-blowing. Gwen Stefani is a goddess on the stage -- she does what she wants and gets away with it. She also has some hip movements that have nothing on Shakira. I liked her because she kept on winning the audience over song after song. One of the highlights was when "Don't Speak" started playing and everybody started to sing the song. Gwen was speechless -- you could see the surprise on her face. She was truly touched by the fact we all knew the song, and she started to cry. Everybody was like "Awwww.... Gwen! Don't cry! We love you!" <.g>

Another highlight was "Just A Girl," one of my favorites. I jumped through all of it and almost passed out. LOL. They closed with an awesome rendition of Blondie's "Call Me" that had me jumping lightheadedly again. So fun! Then they said their goodbyes, and we felt proud when Gwen told us that we had been an awsome adudience and that "tonight has been one of our best shows ever! Thank you!"


Alanis was on the stage 20 minutes later, and I must admit I must have scremed all of her songs. I never sang. <.g>

I loved the selection of the songs, the sound was heavenly, and the audience was enraptured with her. You can't ask much more. One special moment was when she sang "Still" and everybody had their lighters on. Beautiful. She closed with "Ironic" and 50,000 voices joined her. It was almost perfect.

So off we went to the car, but there were some problems with the exit, and only here in Venezuela could happen this: a traffic jam from 12:00 to 2:00 am. Oh yeah. We were dead tired and we couldn't move out of there. Hopefully somebody found another way so we could get out of there. I got home at 3:00 am. And slept. A lot. LOL.



Friday, March 15, 2002
Well, I'm off -- wish me luck on the No Doubt + Alanis Morissette concert tomorrow. :)


Precious Moments for Geeks:

::Ring, rring::

ARAGORN: "Hello? Hello?"
ARAGORN: Who is this?
ARAGORN: Arwen, is that you?
ARWEN: "AHHHHHH. Whhhhaaat ahhh you weaaaring?"
ARAGORN: Arwen, um I don't think you should be doing this...to start with, I can barely understand you.
ARWEN: HHHIIIIIIII choooose ahhhmohhhtlifffe.
ARAGORN: I'm hanging up now.
ARWEN: Nooooooo! Dohhhn't goooo!

::clicks off::

ARWEN: Damn! Just who does he think he is? My father's in Aer-I mean, Ahhhhrohsmth...

LOL! I'm still cracking up here. <.g>


From Elisa, and because I hadn't posted any test today:

What is your meaning of life?


I went out and bought $30 in chocolate. For everyone. Here, have a bag of kisses. You want some? Here you go, a box of Ferrero Rocher. Chocolate does wonders for your mood, if used with the right dosage. <.g>

I saved for myself a tube of Baci kisses.

<---------------------- See? That's the good stuff, people.

I've already eaten 4, and I feel incredibly chirpy. ;)


I know today's gonna be a strange day, because in one way or another, I know I'll reminisce the better part about this day a year ago, and it breaks my heart to think I can't celebrate the way it was supposed to happen. So the memories related to long lost lovers are pushed to the back of my head until I can allow myself to feel that way again.


While I get ready for a day full of denial, I'm enjoying my morning yogurt with little pieces of peaches, and I'm so excited because the texture and the sweet taste are perfectly balanced. I crave for more, grab the plastic spoon and acidentally break it in half. So now I have a 1' plastic spoon to eat, which makes me wonder about using my fingers instead. But I'm not alone.

Alberto, our intern, is looking at me funny and telling me about last night's Papa Roach/Korn show. He can barely speak, but he's so happy about the whole damn thing. He doesn't care about the fact he almost passed out and that he was a human punchbag when Korn arrived on stage. His eyes twinkle while he rubs his arm and tells me about the spray of cool water pouring over the fleshed inferno that jumped through "Issues." He tells me about how somebody kicked him in the shins and made him scream. People couldn't hear him. He was trapped in a fan jail, but he belonged there: "I ended up enjoying the pain," he said.

Now I have to rethink his birthday present.

I wish I would have gone with him, but last night I had a great night. Not as French as I wanted it to be, because The Date practically begged to see LotR:FotR when we were in the line. Not that I complained that much either, but I couldn't moan loudly at the screen on my favorite scenes because, you know, I was with a guy and everything. But believe me when I tell you it didn't matter at all. Some people are just good like that.


Thursday, March 14, 2002
Well, a moved day.

First thing in the morning the office boy brings me my mail, and what is it? My copies of Viggo's "Signlanguage" and "Recent Forgeries" from Track 16. I'm quite excited to receive them so soon, because I made the shopping last week and I'm outside the US.

Anyway -- the Signlanguage book is absolutely GORGEOUS. Breathtaking. I browse around it a bit, and then I move on to Recent Forgeries. And I scream and run around the office boy's office because the first page of the book is fucking autographed by Viggo Mortensen. I was going "he fucking signed the book! he signed my book! whopeeee!" around the place, getting strange looks, but damn if I cared. Because Viggo signed my fucking book. :)

Other than that, I took my mom shopping for some cute jeans at lunch time. She got a couple of those hipsters, wasted on the ass. I so hope to look like her and pull the cool as much as she does at 53.

I also have to buy a birthday present for a kickass part I have tomorrow night, attend a French Date with The Viking One, and do a presentation for a meeting I have tomorrow morning at work. Eeek! No time. I know I'll do that tomorrow morning when I get here. <.g>

Okay, gotta go. Amélie is waiting!


Wednesday, March 13, 2002
Today is the 25th birthday of my friend Melissa, who was in Spring Break vacation last year on this same day, and today, a year later, she's engaged and ready to marry in August. This girl had never had a boyfriend until she got into college, was shy to the bone, but smart like hell. And look at her now. We craeted a moster. ;)

Good God. Time flies by so fast.


I hate it when I get nostalgic.


Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Congratulations, you are a Mad Scientist! Who needs childhood playmates or furry little dogs when there are things like computers and chemicals in the world. You sit in your sterile and shiny lab watching society go to hell in a handbasket and your trigger finger starts that annoying twitching. It won't be long before you press that big, red button that says "NO!!!! This brings the End of All Things!" and there will be a pretty flash of light and then the blissful quiet of a world filled with only machines. Cold, bright, loving, approving, intelligent machines.

Take the High Yield Killing Method Test Now!!


I gave in and tried the Colorgenics color profile thing. My results were disturbingly accurate:

You have always been on the move seeking affectionate, satisfying and harmonious relationships. Your ultimate goal has been the realisation of an intimate union in which there could be love, self-sacrifice and mutual trust. It has often been said that "True love is just around the corner"...and maybe... if you haven't found it as yet - you possibly soon will.

At this time you "need to be needed" and again you "need to need". You have had this feeling for some time now and you are looking for someone who could share a close bond in an atmosphere of shared intimacy. You have that belief that with the right person you could conquer the world.

The present situation, not of your making, is forcing you to compromise. You will have to hold back and forgo some of your hopes, dreams and aspirations...

You pretend that you are a carefree individual and that nothing really bothers you .. that you are so self-sufficient that whatever problems beset you - they simply flow off you as water flows of a ducks back... You are experiencing considerable stress, trying to conceal yourself from the rest of the world. In actual fact - deep down, you are not at all happy. You feel lonely and you need someone with whom you can "Let your hair down" and share your hopes, dreams and high standards... You are imposing unnecessary self restraint on yourself. You would like to demonstrate the unique quality of your character to all and sundry.

Since in the recent past all of your hopes and aspirations have been denied to you, you are now convinced that the future will hold nothing but anxiety... so therefore... "why bother?" You would love to get away from it all, to escape from the trials and tribulations of this mundane existence and fall into a peaceful and harmonious relationship, which will protect you from the lack of appreciation and give you the chance to start afresh.

This profile made me incredibly sad. ::sigh::


Monday, March 11, 2002
They're doing something on my computer today. Chaging the locations of certain files, whatever. The only programs that run are Internet Explorer, AIM and Messenger. LOL. Isn't life fun sometimes?

Ah well. I've been entertaining with the Best Picture Challenge @ EW.com. I scored BIG on this one, and I got to thinking. I definitely need to find a job in show business so I can exploit my PR talent. I've seen too many Oscars. I'd be big in Hell-Ay. ;)


Test Update:

Oooh. Shexay. ::licks::

Which Drew Are You?

Wheeee! I'm SO this Drew. <.g>

I'm an Oreo!

What Snack Food are YOU? Click here to find out!

Lick my creamy center!

(That sounded quite smutty. LOL.)


Wow, I can't believe it's been four days since I last blogged! ::hugs blog::

Ah, well. I had a moved weekend full of work and a bit of stress. I had to attend this trade fair on Thursday, Friday and Saturday in turns of 5 hours each. It was full of people -- I had never talked so much in my whole life, LOL. But I did make a couple, er, business contacts with a couple nice guys from Gillette and Digitel, a local cell phones company. And the HBO and Warner Channel girls gave me all this wonderful gifts! I have a new Taz mousepad and an HBO reel can. Cute. <.g>

But now the good stuff. I'm going out with this guy, who we'll call Odin, The Viking. We go way back, and that's all I'll say. We had this wonderful date Friday night, and since he knew I was dead tired, we crashed at his place, ordered Chinese and spent lovely hours on his couch. He earned extra points for watching Queer As Folk's new season with me, totally serious. Of course, I kep the slashy comments to a minumum, but damn, he didn't crack a single joke. Awesome. I told him to pick me up from work on Saturday, because I would make it up to him. Guess what? I fell asleep on the car on the way to the restaurant. I'm so lame. LOL. So, again to his place, where I sleps four ours until he pleaded mercy and asked me to go home if I didn't want to get molested in my sleep. :P

After a little IM chat this morning with Kate, I decided I *still* have to have a formal date with the man. So, I planned a French night for Thursday: dinner, Amélie and... well, some French. <.g>

I also have to see Gorford Park and In The Bedroom before the 24th. Eeek!


Thursday, March 07, 2002
From today on, I'll start a tradition. My first post everyday will be a test. This is not a tradition really, it's just a pathetic way to justify myself for all the online tests I make everyday. Do you think I'm sad? Than you haven't read about yesterday's Tortina Incident. <.g>

Anyway, there's no better way than to start a tradition than with Angelina Jolie. Rawwwwwwwrrrr.

Which Angelina Are You?


Wednesday, March 06, 2002
I blame Kate for everything. It's all her fault.

You see, yesterday we were chatting on AIM, and suddenly, she mentions she needs some munchies. So she goes and makes a bag of microwave popcorn. At the same time, miles away, I was drooling over my desk, because I was at work, exactly as I am now, wishing I had some of that steamy, buttery popcorn (actually, hers was fat free, but who cares anyway?). Then, we started talking about those mid-afternoon cravings. I mentioned I wanted a bag of Cheetos. She mentioned Fritos with bean dip. Then she went on about the yummy cookies she uded to make when she worked at Disney in Orlando.

At this point, my stomach was screaming to me: "you damn cock tease!" But I assume that in this case, it was something like well, "you damn stomach tease!" or "Stop it! My bowels are shaking!"

You get the idea.

The thing is, I decided I had to get the good stuff and put it in the drawer. And I did. I went to the store in my lunch hour and got me a box of these. They're fantastic. What are they? Well, they're Loacker's Tortinas. They're Italian. The package says: "Milk chocolate with a fine praline filling and crispy leaves of wafer." I was instantly in love.

The box had six Tortinas. They're all gone now. In four hours. I hate myself... but it was SO worth it. Yum.

And in a totally unrelated note, a hot swedish guy is in da house. Am smitten. But then, it could be a sugar high.


Which Rock Chick Are You?


What a great way to start the day. <.g>


Tuesday, March 05, 2002
Beautiful... gasp... can't... breathe... perfection.



Pop Combo of The Day:

A while ago I went to take a look at Rat Sushi, and I found this pic. I'm seriously disturbed by it. See JC's... well, bulge. He's happy. See the mirror to see a different angle on the tent. See the look on his face. Yyyyeaaahh. :P

Did you know Britney does not know who Yoko Ono and Linda McCartney are? Makes me wanna kick ker ass for being so bimbo.


Well, out of curiosity I went and played Flash Boyfriend. Now I'm all antsy 'cause Max hasn't e-mailed me yet. They say I have to give him three days, but damn, he was too hot for me. Maybe he won't write me after all. Argh! I'm 16 again.

Yes, he's a shockwave flash fictional character, why do you ask?


From the Weekly World News: "Boy Bands Are Making Our Kids Gay!"

Rev. Harvey Polstom says at first he was relieved that his son had chosen the boy bands yearning romantic tunes over "that dangerous gangsta rap." But that changed when he discovered that the music had his son yearning for fellow males.

"I found a Playgirl and a poster of a half-naked Justin Timberlake under his bed," recalls Polstom, his lower lip trembling.

"When I asked him what in the world he needed with pictures of naked men, he just started singing The Backstreet Boys hit 'I Want It That Way.' My first reaction was to slap the boy, but I figured it would just make him an even bigger sissy."



Monday, March 04, 2002
Well, yeah. Dee Snyder is Christina Aquilera. Go see for yourself.


Good God.

I checked the site stats, and I found that the last 20 people that found my blog through Yahoo! or Google were looking for:

- queer as folk slash
- Harry Potter Slash FanFIc
- pictures of justin timberlake and britney spears kissing
- different love
- lady asses picture
- pictures of justin timberlake and britney spears kissing
- boromir slash
- Boromir Fanfic
- viggo girlfriend
- orlando bloom girlfriend
- Lance(Nsync) and Legolas(Lord Of the Rings) slash
- boromir fanfic
- boromir+fuck+lady
- Davidoff Cool Water Poster
- legolas test slash
- aragorn arwen
- britney cliques
- orlando bloom fanfic
- Aragorn Arwen fanfic

Well, Boromir is quite popular. And I assume "different love" refers to slash, as everything does. But Lance and Legolas slash? Ewww. ;)


What Flavour Are You? Mmm, I am Lemon Flavoured.Mmm, I am Lemon Flavoured.

I am bitter and twisted. Expect from me acerbic humour and sharp commentary. While I may seem nasty at first, I'm actually quite good company if I like you, so long as you don't mind a bit of cutting to the chase. What Flavour Are You?


ToeTag has a new home, Random Oddness. Browsing through a load of posts I hadn't read, I found this: Body Mint.

What is Body Mint, you ask? Well, according to the manufacturers, Body Mint is a 100% natural total-body deodorant in the form of a tablet. Taken daily, one in the morning and one in the evening, Body Mit can work all day to reduce body odors, including breath, underarm, feminine and foot odors. Results are noticeable for most within 2-4 days.

And you thought there was nothing left to invent.


I just read not only a wonderful review of Sunday's *NSYNC concert. I also read a review with all the slashy goodness on the show. Only Rina could find this stuff. Dayum. I'm regretting not going to the Chicago show, you know. ::sigh::

She also told me she had an *Nslash store up. I screamed in laughter. Then, I found the Because... Yes! store, and I have to admit my credit card is shaking inside my purse. My definitive favorites are the "I'm Not Gay -- But My Boyband Is" one and the "Life Is Too Short To Read Bad Slash" one. Classic.

Since we're talking slash, I'm happy to announce that I saw the first episode of the new Queer As Folk season on Saturday, and damn, my crush on Brian has been reborn with fierce passion. How in heaven can he be even more fuckable now? It's just beyond me. I wanna be his bitch or something. Please.

Moving on LotR slash, someone posted the address to this wonderful fanart site on Fellow_Ship. I'm all hot and bothered now.

Oh yeah, Cassie Claire has The Very Secret Diary of Elrond up on her LJ. Go her!


Our exhibition went very well during the weekend. I got around 20 calls from the people at the stand telling me to please go there and help them manage all the people there. They even told me there were hot Swiss men around. Thank God I had my voice mail on. <.g>

But since people were starving and the candy for the visitoir was all gone, I had to come to the office yesterday and pick up the candy I had reserved for the other exhibition that will start this Thursday. Believe me, nothing will make you appreciate your sleep time on Sundays more than waking up early. Ugh.

I've also been spending money like a crazy woman in candy and taxis and exhibition-related things. I've wasted around $300, can you believe it? Fortunately, I'm paid back as soon as I turn the receipts. Which is a good thing, because I would be begging by now. I SO need a raise. ::sigh::

Salaries and boyfriends were the themes du jour in out little all-girl meeting Saturday night at Chili's. I got to bitch a lot on the first subject and avoid the second like the plague. You see, I haven't told my college girlfriends I broke up with Voldemort. And of course, they keep on asking about him. But I assume they're not stupid, because all I answer "he's ok" when they ask me how he is. WHY am I like this?

Maybe I should ask the Bitter Single Guy for some advice. Or not.


It's sad that I only blog to post online test results lately, but I HAD to take that one. :)


Friday, March 01, 2002
In an attempt to relieve some of the stress I'm having right now at work, I I found the perfect test.


Congrats, your celeb match is Elijah Wood! You like a guy who's sweet, sensitive, a real sweetie who's truly a dork at heart! He can be shy at times, but you'll be there to reassure him. This guy is perfect for a meaningful long term relationship. He may never be on the cover of 'seventeen' but his true beauty and talent will be remembered. He'll treat you like a true princess. You are one lucky gal!


Oh, get away from me. He's legal.


A friend just sent me a couple links, and I'm happy to announce that they reveal things that make you lick your computer screen at work, no matter how stressed you are.



1. What's your favorite vacation spot?

I think there's so many places in the world I don't know yet, it would be imprudent to name a favorite vacation spot. There's still so much to know. This said, I can tell you I love Aruba. I've been there so many times, I could be your tour guide. It's relaxing, it's gorgeous, it's fun. And you can max out all your credit cards in an afternoon of shopping!

2. Where do you consider to be the biggest hell-hole on earth?

Fortunately, I can't answer this question. I've been to awful places, but I can't name any of them as the biggest hell-hole on Earth. <.g>

3. What would be your dream vacation?

With my friends: New Orleans in Mardi Gras. Need I say more?
With my girlfriends: Orlando. Go to all the theme parks there. We'd have a blast.
With a s.o.: A tour around Europe. Pure, undilluted decadence. ;)

4. If you could go on a road-trip with anyone, who would it be and why?

I'd take Raquel, because she'd drive and our CD collection would keep us singing for months. <.g>

5. What are your plans for this weekend?

I plan to rest. This week has been full of stress at work, and I plan to relax and catch up on sleep, thank you.


come back soon for more brainpicking.
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