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Somebody already said To Wong Fu, but it deserves being mentioned again. That movie is so AWESOME! Oh, and The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert was quite delightful as well.

If you like tattoos, then clearly you should feel more than welcome to go and get one. However, you should also be aware that when you get a tattoo (or a piercing most times), people think differently about you. If you get a tattoo in a place that is constantly visible like your face or arms, then you should definitely be prepared for the consequences. As much as we would all love to give a big hearty f**K you to polite society in general, we must also realize that we will most likely be working for a member of polite society at some point in time. They control the money. How likely are you to be hired with a snake wrapping around your forearm, even if you have an education that would make Mr. Hawking himself blush with shame? Bottom line is that people in general will look down on those with visible tattoos and piercings. I've often educated other students on the fine art of skipping class, and I tell them over and over that they must present themselves well if they hope to get out without being caught. You have to dress like a good kid, look like a good kid, talk like a good kid, and carry yourself as if you have a good kid's purpose. In life, you have to do the same thing to get your way. If you give the wrong image, that puts you behind and you're left trying to get close enough to prove to someone that you're responsible and intelligent instead of it being an assumption that must be DISproven. I'm just saying that sometimes it ain't such a great idea. For the record, I would never get a tattoo (I think...), and I'm not so fond of anything bigger than an inch or so. Some are quite cute, though. I also have to admit that I take absolute delight in referring to tattoos on the lower back as trampstamps while I'm around those who have them. Their fault, they made it easier for me.

Heya, I happened to see this and I know that my comment will get lost in the multitudes, but umm... Ever think that maybe some of us don't have the same morals you do? In my world, there is no God. This man twisted something dear to a group of people in order to get them to believe his lies. He was a reprehensible, evil, terrible person. He is, indirectly, responsible for things as bad as murder. Yes, I take it that far, because his ranting led to people thinking it was okay to harm someone if they were queer. In my world, where there is no God, if you're a f**kup of that low quality then you deserve to die. End of story. I won't kill you because I don't believe I have that right. I will, however, dance on your grave and piss on your headstone. When the next one falls over dead, I'll laugh at them, too. Leading people to The Lord, you say... what kind of a God do you worship? The God he worshipped was responsible for AIDS and hatred. I'm thinking you don't worship the same one.

Yay CJ! I would bake you a cake, but I don't know if goats like cake. Instead I picked up this lovely cotton blend T-shirt that says "Yay CJ!" for you to gnaw upon.

Ummm... I read the first post, and no. When I am kind to another person, I do it because I expect the exact same damn thing from them or I will not associate with them. I'm always nice first, and whether or not they return my initial kindness is what determines the nature/existence of the relationship from that moment on. Kindness is a necessity to me. After all, how can you expect me to treat you any differently than how you treat me? I always place trust in an individual until they prove me wrong, and I always assume they are kind until they prove me wrong. It's just how I operate.

I may have made a double posty which I think is a no no but..... Wait a second. Don't they already know how to do this whole fusion thing? I mean, it's extremely dangerous and whatnot, and the only thing I've heard of it being used for is in a ginormous mega death bomb using junk like tritium and whatnot to make a hydrogen bomb... which, by the way, is absolutely nutso insane because the trigger for it is a fission bomb and jeez... if you need a bomb like the ones that were dropped in Japan just to get this one going, it's gotta be a little bit much. So yeah, that's the extent of my knowledge on the subject, but I don't think it's that far away. I just think it's really dangerous and should be something that is avoided... considering that it is conceivable that if something screws up Earth may become a star. So, now I need a physicist to explain this to me because I'm curious.

I wanna be able to read other people's thoughts. Somebody get on that one.

Hehe, I like writing about sad stuff, dark things, bad situations... sweetness and light is just too easy. The proper thing is to have the full range of emotions yourself, but people do tend to focus on one extreme or the other. I know it makes me angry when people make me sad while I'm on a happy kick, and nobody can cheer me up after I decide to be all mopey. Melancholy to me carries connotations of serious problems and mental issues, and considering the histories of the countries you've mentioned, I'm certain that for long periods of time the people had no good reason to be happy and every good reason to be sad. Thus, it shows up in their literary history as well. Makes sense to me, anyway. If I were russian, I'd be a pissed off mopey mofo, too.

To all the good dads, Happy Father's Day. For mine, I'll call and see about having a cake delivered with some choice words on it.

If it doesn't make you bleed or cry, it doesn't hurt you. Offending moral sensibilities is not harm. If someone doesn't want to look at something, they can damn well avert their eyes. That's like someone telling me I can't kiss my boyfriend because they're a Christian and they don't believe that's morally acceptable. Well, guess what? I just don't give a f**K what anyone finds morally acceptable. Like I said, no blood, no tears, no harm.

I DO reserve the right to do exactly whatever the hell I please, so long as it does not harm anyone else. If that happens to be outside the law... well I gotta make sure the f**kers don't catch me then, don't I?

Hehe, silly people. I could understand if they had a group of men running around slapping people in the face with their wangs or something... now that's reason to create a law. It'd read something like "All the cute ones go to Jamie's house, and the rest of you guys get the hell out,".... but that's beside the point. This is just kinda stupid. Waste of time and effort... if all you have to do all day is draft a law concerning how I wear my pants, then I believe you should be volunteering at a homeless shelter or something worthwhile.

I'm another Leonardo DiCaprio fanboy... ~sigh~ Okay, Romeo and Juliet was just hot, okay? What gay boy doesn't want Leo under his window with a soliloquy ready to fire off? And have you seen Basketball Diaries? Jesus, he's great in that.... I can watch it over and over and over and it blows my mind every time. People make fun of Titanic... but damn it, it was sad! Don't hate Leo 'cause he's hot like that. Alright, I'll shut up now. But yeah, Leo is the sexiest man alive.

I AM gay. I don't like girls. At all. Ever. If I had to do a girl, I'd choose the most petite, tomboyish, hardcore girl I could find. And then I wouldn't enjoy it. Gay gay gay gay gay. Gay. Period. So yeah, I label myself, but that's because the label is accurate. Labels are only bad when they're misused.

Ahem... ~bursts into song~ Blink 182's The Blowjob Song It'd be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB! It would be nice to have a BLOWJOB from your MOM!!!!!!

You're cute!

The idea of being forced can be stimulating. The act of forcing someone is deserving of swift and merciless retaliation. People let lines blur far too often.

Yeah, but that's cause you're just cool like that and anybody who takes a dig at you is a dick. It's funny how you deal with things. You've got a good system, but I can't stay that calm. If someone I don't respect criticizes me unfairly, I'm going to do my dead level best to tear them apart completely. It's only fair, seeing as how they opened their mouth with the intent of hurting someone else. I do the same thing when I see someone getting attacked unfairly. Plus, what's better than delivering a good old fashioned verbal bitchslap?

Your avatar fits you wonderfully, Colin. Ya definitely remind me of Spike, hehe.

In the South, you get some deliciously strange happenings. Even I'll admit I'm not quite sure about some things, but the atheist in me says "ZOMGZ NOES!!!!!! FAKE!" The giant house my Memaw owned in Columbia, MS on the corner opposite the post office seemed to be just a bit strange. My sister and I had the exact same dream about a monster that was almost frankensteiny, but fast, following us through the house. If someone else was in the room, we were okay. If we were alone, he could get ot us. He was always just outside the door, smiling wide, waiting for us to be left alone. The attic was very strange. Things liked to move that shouldn't move. Um, the back bedroom was creepy as f**K. Very creepy. No one wanted to be in it alone. The house on Park Avenue was said to be haunted. My mother swears that a drunken party boy at the house was cussing and yelling about how he didn't believe it was haunted, and went into a room by himself. They heard a thud and a scream, and drunken party boy was flat on his ass against the wall with the stop sign they'd stolen earlier that night embedded in the wall by his head. What else, what else... let's see... oh, in that big house by the post office, supposedly my uncle Steve walked into a bathroom with no windows or other doors, and came out of my aunt Nicki's room. Okay, that about sums up my hauntedness. I attribute it all to psychological shit like the ability of a person to accept something as true because it's suggested to them in a vulnerable state. ~shrugs~ You should all read Poppy Z. Brite books, before she went soft. New Orleans is a very, very nice place.

This is touchy. My boyfriend won't take away my cigarettes, coffee, and random drugs (alcohol, whatever). I reserve the right to make my own choices about what happens to my body, and if they can't take that then they can leave. If I choose to give something up, I'll do it because I want to, not because my boyfriend told me to. That's just how I am and how I'll be.

We'll never all agree. I have a seriously twisted streak of humor. I love jokes that are offensive as hell. I ENJOY pissing people off and getting that response from them because they never figured out that words are just words, and that kind of immaturity burns. Yes, I know that's incredibly hypocritical, but you know what? Your mama. And you know what's great about it, though? No one can ever tell me I can't say what I want to say. If I want to tell a joke that is sexist, racist, and gay-bashing all in one, then I damn well can. Conflict is inevitable. So fight back and quit bitching about it, wimps. Okay, I'm editing to preempt (is that spelled right? That doesn't look right.) the freakout that is inevitable... that's a rhetorical device, not a direct insult. Though if it was... what would you do about it?

Performers perform because they are attention whores. You think I used to march around on a field with a saxophone for the hell of it? Ya think I played that thing on stage at concerts, doing solos and whatnot, just cause I could? Ya think I write cause I like to type? Noooooo, I am indeed guilty of attention whoring. And GOD I love the attention that comes with performing. Anyone who says they don't love it is a baldfaced liar. So, the risk of being made fun of or whatever is much less important to me than the possibility of being applauded. Thin skinned? Yeah, I am, bigtime. I want to please everybody and have everybody be my friend. I don't like conflict, and I don't understand it when people can't empathize with others. However, thick skinned is for when someone says "You suck. Your writing is terrible. Go kill yourself." Yeah, at least one person has said that, but then I send them a nice reply detailing the objects they can shove in a certain orifice. So, basically we use our judgment on when to be thick or thin skinned. As Menzo said, it has to do with the respect a person has from you. If, for instance, my editor told me very frankly that a chapter of a story sucked, I would cry and beg him to help me fix it cause I know he knows what he's talking about. A random e-mail with enough n00b speek to kill a horse will not evoke the same response.

You have no idea how hard it is to refrain from guessing. Okay, so.... umm... since nobody's ever tied me up can I retain like 15%?

I took fluoxetine (prozac), and I think that's one of the most terrible trends today. That whole class of drugs is just a bad, bad idea, especially for teens. Sure, if you're a perfect angel and do absolutely nothing but take your pills, you might have no problems. The pills make me feel weird to begin with, like somebody's flipping switches in my brain to make me react in strange ways. Then, at least with me, they react with absolutely everything. I couldn't even take my Ambien with them, because if I didn't go to sleep immediately I would be in dreamworld, but still be awake and talking. Then the next morning I would remember nothing and people would tell me what stupid thing I did. If I got hold of alcohol, there was hell to pay. That's how I got my DUI. I decided that I just didn't care what would happen to me, and nothing would really happen anyway. It made things a billion times worse. It even reacted with some OTC drugs. The amnesia type thing was extremely unsettling, and that happened more than once. I do NOT like not remembering what happened to me. They also made me hungry all the time, and even lazier. I quickly gained back the little bit of weight I'd lost the previous summer. All in all, if I ever go to a psychiatrist and they prescribe an SSRI, I'll tell them quickly there's no way I'm taking it. That shit just makes me even crazier. The best thing I've found is a very low dose of xanax, like .25mg, but that's a benzodiazepine, and like Mark said, those are addictive as hell. Plus they make me feel stupid, so I don't like them. Somewhere I just decided that the best thing to do is slowly isolate the little things that make me freak out and deal with them one by one... it's just taking a long, long time. And the only time I've ever had a panic attack was a very specific situation. It had to do with a bad breakup, high and prolonged use of dissociatives, being in a place I wasn't familiar with, and a lot of other factors. I don't usually cry... I mean, I'm not a crybaby or anything. I get emotional sometimes, but yeah. I spent three hours rocking back and forth on the floor trying to figure out why I couldn't stop crying or breathe normally. It definitely wasn't fun, and that was probably one of those moments when a nice handful of valium would've been nice to have. That's only happened once, and it takes a LOT for me to freak out that way. One was plenty for me.