Where do you consider home? Is it the place you grew up; the place you're currently living? Why is it home?
Submitted by uncagedbird.
Carbondale is where my stuff is, where I sleep, where my beloved is. I do my best to make it 'home'.
San Diego is the past. It's gorgeous. It's packed. And it's where my brother is. Not quite home.
Houston is GrandmaLand. Special goosebumps cover my arms when I arrive at Bush Continental or drive over the Sam Houston Tollway. There's a certain warmth in Spring and Humble that reminds me of family. It's not my home, it's theirs.
Lake Elsinore is a mystic place to me. I have the most intense memories and dreams of honeysuckle plants, cops and robbers, and my childhood. It all haunts me. I wish it were never my home.
Southern California - Well, that's where it's at. Despite living in so many places, this is what is most ingrained into me. When I went back there a few years ago, I was relaxed and pleased to be there. I don't know that I could ever return on a permanent basis, though. Visiting is fine. But living there probably won't happen again.
Do you read the Sunday paper? Which one(s)?
Where I live, we don't even have a regular paper. We simply have a weekly, county-wide newspaper, that you can purchase at one fo the three locally owned and operated grocery stores. '
So, I read the internet.
What's the most famous movie you've never seen?
Submitted by Mike.
Star Wars.
And I dare you to try to change this.
Who taught you how to ride a bike?
Bicycle: I believe I learned this one by trial and error. I don't recall ever having a training wheels set-up, but I do distinctly remember numerous scraped knees and elbows. No helmets or pads in my old neighborhood.
Motorcycle: I was on the back, two-up, for less than a year. The lack of control got old real quickly. Shortly there after, I signed myself up for an Motorcycle Safety Foundation course and was taught by an instructer on a little 500 standard (a CB500, I believe). Knock on wood, I have yet to crash.
You're trapped in a (temporarily) out of order elevator - who would you like to be trapped with?
Submitted by tbtissimus.
Silent eye candy. Ripped abs. Sturdy quads. Shoulders broad like linebacker's. Dark features. Sly grin. Not a word from his lips. No criticizing, no analyzing, no questioning, no put downs, no stench of frustrations. Just a sly, shit eating, wanna-fuck-ya-clean-off-the-bed grin.
And I wouldn't mind if the security camera was left running.
In which fictional world/universe/land/city would you most like to live?
Submitted by glenn is the new chuck.
Well, Heaven of course!
WinAmp is pumping out some good ol' Marah Carey - Always Be My Baby. And whenever I hear it, I can't help but to remember my dear Vox account, sitting here lonely and neglected.
And we'll linger on...
As of recently, I've been dead sick. Each morning I get up and slug my way into the shower, where I then spend the next ten minutes blowing my nose and hacking all things green out of my sinus cavities and lungs. You'd think that with my fantastic medical insurance, I would see my way right to any of my local in-network providers for a look-see and a strong dose of amoxicillin. But, no dice. I'm saving that co-pay for a serious run-in. Motorcycle crash. Face-first dive into a frozen curb. Extreme hydration caused by the constant surrounding of heaters and furnances.
Instead, I've been nursing myself with as much NyQuil and 'tussen ten dollars can buy, along with a restless snotty sleep.
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder...
My beau has also gotten sick, no thanks to me. Sleeping next to one another has let germs flow freely across our constantly-washed bedsheets and pillow cases. I blame myself for being weak. In my girliness, I've wanted to curl up next to him. His arm crossing my back, hand on my hip, head on his chest, legs bent and wrapped up in his. Sick or not, it's the best place to be.
Unfortunately for him, it was only one night's time before he, too, was sick. Coughing and snotting every which way. Sheepishly, I shared my stash of cold medicine with him in hopes of him having a quick recovery. After all, with both of us sick, the odds of having sex go down drastically. And we can't have that.
Oh baby believe me, it's only a matter of time...
This past week and half we have both battled the sinus and chest virus as best we can. Halls cough drops, orange juice, backs pressed against each other while we sleep as soundly as possible. We've even managed to keep the kid from getting sick, play some basketball with the old men of Lyndon, Kansas, and enjoy lunch together not once, but twice this work week.
You and I will always be...
Someone whispered to me that they had never seen a picture of me before. I think you just didn't realize who I am because of the different screenname. ;)
I will be paid at 12:01am Thursday morning. I estimate that by about 5pm Thursday evening, I will be broke again. Then, for the next two weeks, I will be scrounging for coins dropped by the friends and family who dare to visit my house.
It's not that I'm financially irresponsible. It's that I'm hitting a wall where expensives have popped up that I simply could not have saved up for.
- A few weeks ago, I received a phone call from the woman who plays secretary in my office. She requested my presence at the front of the building. It turns out someone took their one-ton four-wheeled vehicle and gave my motorcycle a good whack while I was hard at work inside. This has left me with a $700 tank to replace. With a bit of luck, I have found a sweet gentleman who is selling me his slightly dented tank for $150. (I can fix the dents.)
- Those fancy little stickers on the license plates of my vehicles say "August". Or, rather, "Aug". Lo and behold, it's August as of today. While I was saving up for these, it turns out I greatly underestimated just how much they were going to bend me over for these. I have to see if I can't make payments on them, rather then handing over my cash money all in one lump sum.
- We have an electric fence around my yard that shocks my dogs into submission if they dare to cross it. About two months ago, my elderly neighbor hired a new lawn mower guy, who cut my wire sometime mid-day. I came home to find no dogs. It turns out that the police department spent three hours trying to catch them and promptly hauled them to jail. I bailed them out with a small sum of money, but now the city is demanding more for court costs on my case. At least they earned their money - three hours in the heat of the afternoon trying to catch my two pups.
- While I haven't spent much time in the confines of my car since April, it's in despirate need of new front breaks and rotors. Even though I'm not the primary vehicle operator at this point, I still seem to be the one paying for them.
- The fine city of Carbondale, KS has sent us a letter ordering us to cut away part of the tree in our front yard. It has gotten large enough now that once we get some ice storms, the heavy branches will clearly be hanging down into the street. I have no problems with their request (in all reality, I need to have some branches over our driveway cut back as well). However, I find their 10 day time limit to be unreasonable. I know they are well aware of what the costs are to cut huge limbs down.
All that said, I'm in the process of finding a new job. One with better pay, benefits, etc. (Note: In the world of camgirls, I dare not joke about working the street corners or otherwise whoring myself out.) I'm also hoping to toss some stuff up on a local website as well as ebay, in hopes of squeezing some money out of unused items.
There's gas cascading out of the side of my tank. What I'm wondering is:
- Will the gas make for better burnouts?
- Are my Levi's flame-resistant?
- Do you think the nice cool gas running into my clutch-side radiator will help keep the bike from overheating when I head into rush hour traffic this evening?
- Will the fumes get me high enough to cause an officer to issue a DUI?
- If I find a 2.5 inch sliver of cork to wedge into the slice in my tank, do you think it would seal it?
