Bloodlife asked me about the Leprosarium entry in Exhalations and I wrote an answer in response. I thought a few of you might find it interesting as well, so I'm including it here, slightly edited.
BLOODLIFE wrote: How the blazes do you do it (Leprosarium)?!!!!!! What inspires you ...
Joli wrote: Well, I actually visited the Leprosarium in Carville, Louisiana. While nowhere near its heyday of 400+ patients, there are still residents who wish to live out their days there. It is the last functioning center of its kind in the United States.
Patients were brought there in chains sometimes and local residents threatened to shoot any who escaped the grounds, so it became a sort of prison. Mothers were not allowed to have babies there, etc...
There was an order of nuns who cared for them called the Daughters of Charity. They were nurses, researchers, and faces of compassion who tried to make time there as enjoyable as possible. It became a self-contained "village" with its own grocery store, post office, and the hallways were so long, that residents rode bicycles and tricycles indoors. They still do. I will never forget how eerie that was to see people riding to their rooms along the hallway where I was walking.
It was surreal and otherworldly. You cannot help but think that the rules that apply to the world you know are not in effect in that place. I saw gurneys and old wheelchairs that gave me chills, tucked into a dark room that was cracked open. There are still bars across the windows and an abandoned guard tower outside.
Most of the things I encounter that become entries here practically write themselves. They bump around inside me and demand to be heard. How could you visit a place like Carville and NOT write about it?!
*Please note that I do recognize that "leper" is an offensive term and I would only ever refer to the disease as Hanson's Disease if I were speaking on the subject. I chose the more charged word for literary effect.
Do you guys know about Angel Food Ministries? It is a great way for you to save money on your groceries. Everyone can participate and no "qualifying" questions are ever asked. This is not a program "for the poor," although it can certainly help them as much as anyone. It's for anyone who wants to save money on groceries.
[20:58:15] Joli : I'll be over here staring into Moony's bewbs for all the answers. When you let them go pendulous, Moony, hypnotize Stabb's 12 lb weiner away. Be a luv.
[20:58:44] CountessMoon : *gasp* I am just bewbs to you aren't I? *tear*
[20:58:50] CountessMoon : *puts hand over forehead*
[20:58:59] Joli : JUST?!
[20:58:59] STABB666 : I like mine to be a bit lighter...more easily maneuverable...
[20:59:40] CountessMoon : I am THE boob.
[20:59:43] Joli : well shit, stabb...why not attach handles and a kick start motor?
[21:00:15] Joli : like a weed whacker
[21:00:36] CountessMoon : Does it come with eye protection?
[21:00:38] Sevenn : that is an idea that deserves a patent, Joli
[21:00:49] Joli : that's why I have boobs
[21:01:17] CountessMoon : and a squeegee?
[21:01:33] Joli : I'll go in halfsies with you, Sevenn. We can get those 501 C-3s going now!
[21:01:54] Sevenn : lol...I'm sure someone would fund it
[21:02:06] STABB666 : If you are a charity, does that mean I have to give it to you for free?
[21:02:17] Joli : we'll kick it off with a raw oyster bar
[21:02:32] Sevenn : and crab salad...
[21:02:37] Morrigon : crab?!? mmmmm
[21:02:40] Sevenn : heh
[21:02:44] Joli : uh
[21:02:47] STABB666 : NO SHELLFISH!
[21:03:07] Joli : birra, you created a monster
[21:03:08] meeper : Squid!!!!!!
[21:03:13] CountessMoon : *backs away slowly*
[21:03:31] birra : she is
[21:03:39] Sevenn : ok we will give it a fancy italian name for you CM...calamari!
[21:03:43] Joli : that meeper is quiet, but when she talks, she gets it!
[21:03:58] STABB666 : i also am not particular to invertebrates...
CountessMoon : calamari is like eating a condom.. they both taste like a used rubber. Or so I've heard.
[21:04:19] Morrigon : I just like seafood....
[21:04:31] birra : have you ever had calamari?
[21:04:41] Joli : i think your forum moderating proves that, Stabb
[21:04:44] Sevenn : honestly, CM, things like that have to be done by people that know how to cook them
[21:04:51] Morrigon : a good tasting condom
[21:04:59] meeper : random word association is grand
[21:05:13] meeper : ewww
[21:05:24] STABB666 : I've never tasted a good condom...
[21:05:32] CountessMoon : I have had it once.. and it was... not my idea of a fun thing to eat. lol[21:05:38] Sevenn : what do you mean ewww? you said you liked mint
[21:05:51] meeper : do you often taste them Stabb? They make some flavored ones that really aren't half bad
[21:06:13] Sevenn : ohh...ok...I stand corrected...*ahem*
[21:06:30] STABB666 : i had it once...in a chinese seafood selection...it wasn't till i saw a sucker that I gagged...
[21:06:48] STABB666 : i would think that a condom would have about the same texture as calamari[21:07:11] CountessMoon : I find something odd about putting a banana flavored condom on something that can be oddly shapped like a banana and inserted into where some people should never insert bananas. [21:07:30] meeper : and yet some people do CM
[21:07:52] CountessMoon : That they do.. and.. people in ER's laugh at them
[21:08:00] STABB666 : banana? sheesh...they ought to be a bit more adventurous....like...a pineapple..
[21:08:03] Morrigon : I don't think banana flavored condoms are supposed to be inserted
[21:08:12] Morrigon : I'm sure they have pineapple
[21:08:17] Sevenn : they are supposed to be sucked
[21:08:32] STABB666 : oh...i thought....inserting...
[21:08:34] Sevenn : ...just saying...for the record...
[21:08:36] CountessMoon : Until the flavor is gone? and then insert?
[21:08:58] Morrigon : I don't know Moonie
[21:09:08] Sevenn : you guys are perverts
[21:09:14] CountessMoon : Or is it like gum? you suck the flavor out of it and then throw it away?
[21:09:16] meeper : Its like that gum that lasts forever
[21:09:17] STABB666 : why not get some fruity flavoured ones, then add some flavoured lube....like a pudding with sauce!
[21:09:42] Morrigon : dude no
[21:09:49] CountessMoon : Get all the right flavors and you can have a banana slit..erm.. split.
[21:09:51] Sevenn : thats perfectly reasonable Stabb
[21:10:01] Morrigon : Stabb you have the worst ideas
[21:10:05] STABB666 : a fruit cocktail?
[21:10:19] Morrigon : ok
[21:10:48] Sevenn : Morrigon! I disagree! Stabb is describing a tasty treat!
[21:11:03] Morrigon : well you go ahead then hah
[21:11:17] STABB666 : I would try that out....
[21:11:25] STABB666 : if I had to...
[21:11:33] STABB666 : for a dare...
1. How do we get on these topics?
2. HOW do we keep talking about these topics for so long?
3. It's awesome
I like to be the whipping boy. :P
lol, i needed the giggle today. thank you so much for sharing this delight.
(This is a somewhat edited log of the other night where a group of us had a very rare chance to just goof off and be silly without being public. It was a great group of friends and sharing VR with this group is a real joy.)
[20:38:44] Joli : Morri's back :)
[20:38:47] STABB666 : he has returned...
[20:39:02] STABB666 : :) Welcome back!
[20:39:03] Sevenn : hello again morrigon!
[20:39:06] Irony : Hi morrigon:)
[20:39:07] meeper : Oh dear trouble
[20:39:20] CountessMoon : Wo0t Morri is back
[20:39:35] Morrigon : Uh huh hehe
[20:39:40] STABB666 : More showering?
[20:39:48] meeper : Showering rocks
[20:40:04] Morrigon : yeah hah that's it
[20:40:19] Joli : oh god
[20:40:28] Sevenn : I'm glad christian holidays always include yummy things to eat!
[20:40:29] STABB666 : Circle shower...
[20:40:30] Joli : you are all doing that on purpose!
[20:41:05] CountessMoon : soap.. lather.. rinse.. repeat!
[20:41:35] Joli : I like Morri for her mind, dammit.
[20:41:41] STABB666 : *sigh* I wish I were a woman...
[20:41:44] Sevenn : tommorrow I will eat all day!
[20:41:55] Sevenn : well for about 15 minutes, but still
[20:41:57] Joli : her lavender scented lathery mind
[20:42:14] Sevenn : Stabb, its not as fun when you own the boob
[20:42:42] STABB666 : see, thats where I always wondered...how do you even make it out of bed?
[20:42:46] Sevenn : hold your balls with no intention, same thing
[20:42:58] STABB666 : ahhh
[20:43:13] Joli : balls are SO not the same as boobs
[20:43:23] STABB666 : no, not at all
[20:43:27] Morrigon : squishy haha
[20:43:31] Sevenn : its an ownership thing I am trying to describe here...
[20:43:39] STABB666 : hairier, for one
[20:44:12] CountessMoon : I just have.. some image of someone jingling balls.. and rolling boobs. That's... alll I got.
*STABB makes crazy boob remark here*(edited)
[20:45:49] Joli : Oh god
[20:45:49] Joli : /me reviews her europe plans
[20:46:11] SYSTEM : birra has entered the room.
[20:46:18] Sevenn : *watches Joli order iron pasties
[20:46:20] Morrigon : Uh oh
[20:46:20] Irony : Hi birra:)
[20:46:26] Morrigon : I was naughty and sneekeded someone in
[20:46:28] Sevenn : howdy birra
[20:46:28] CountessMoon : You might want to check into a bewb armor plate before you go.
[20:46:29] birra : so this is where all the COOL people hang out?
[20:46:36] Joli : birra. I didn't do it.
[20:46:47] Joli : I want that made clear up front
[20:46:52] Morrigon : Joli has been flirting with me
[20:46:55] STABB666 : Hello birra
[20:47:00] Joli : LIES!
[20:47:12] Sevenn : Joli currently has larger issues to wit, ordering iron pasties
[20:47:15] CountessMoon : She's been rubbing your bean in her mind.
[20:47:18] birra : sure, sure Jo... I'm going to believe such an obvious fib?
[20:47:28] STABB666 : we're not cool, we're hot! :P
[20:47:36] Morrigon : Hawt DAYUM
[20:47:46] Joli : wow, my friends...throwing me to the wolves!
[20:47:57] Sevenn : *tasty*
[20:48:00] birra : heh
[20:48:03] STABB666 : I saw her. she was all over that shower cam...
[20:48:17] Sevenn : how's you birra?
[20:48:20] meeper : Lol
[20:48:25] CountessMoon : She made that bean smoke!
[20:48:27] Joli : Moony made me!
[20:48:47] CountessMoon : *shifty eyes* Me... never!
[20:48:50] birra : how is me? hmmm.. tired as all hell.. how's you sevenn?
[20:48:58] Joli : and I'll have you know, I mentally photoshopped in a bathing suit
[20:49:10] Joli : a small lathery bathing suit
[20:49:17] STABB666 : a really tight bathing suit...
[20:49:22] Sevenn : I was having a "mean" day, but thankfully I am relaxing.
[20:49:33] Morrigon : HAH
[20:49:36] CountessMoon : Make sure the top has some good support.. I'd hate to see you with a concussion.
[20:49:45] STABB666 : I like when you mean business Sevenn...
[20:49:47] Joli : by bathing suit, I mean more of a steam and soap trail
[20:49:55] STABB666 : lol
[20:50:01] Morrigon : what are you people talking about?
[20:50:10] birra : relaxing is good
[20:50:14] STABB666 : nuthin....
[20:50:17] Joli : I have no clue...they just won't stop
[20:50:19] Sevenn : thats because you like a stern disciplinarian, Stabb ;)
[20:50:21] birra : so what is the relaxant tonight? rum? whiskey?
[20:50:28] Joli : nasty nasty things
[20:50:31] Irony : I don't know, I can't keep up:(
[20:50:31] Morrigon : oooh whiskey?
[20:50:32] STABB666 : oh, I do...
[20:50:35] meeper : Twisted Tea
[20:50:38] Morrigon : *stares sweetly at Birra*
[20:50:52] birra : oh my gawd...
[20:50:53] Sevenn : youghurt and juice for Irony, beer for normal people ;)
[20:51:11] Joli : I have one Purple Haze left
[20:51:22] birra : oh no.. weiner games under the desk.
[20:51:33] Morrigon : ohh
[20:51:41] Irony : chances are I am more out of it than a lot of you:D
[20:51:44] Morrigon : that's a TERRIBLE thing to say when we're both sitting in the office Brra
[20:51:44] STABB666 : I think I shall just save this log....
[20:51:53] Morrigon : sheesh
[20:51:59] birra : heh... hey, he's your weiner.
[20:52:15] Joli : oh god
[20:52:22] CountessMoon : *back scrolls for incriminating evidence*
[20:52:22] Morrigon : haha ohh and we just took it to a whole new level
[20:52:30] Joli : sooooo...sevenn
[20:52:38] birra : if I don't take it too far, who will?
[20:52:39] Sevenn : yes, Maam?
[20:52:41] birra : WHO WILL??????
[20:52:45] Joli : please...say anything
[20:52:54] Morrigon : hahaha
[20:53:11] birra : I have officially scared Joli.
[20:53:17] birra : Damn. I'm good.
[20:53:24] Sevenn : that reminds me of the 80's movie where I should put a ghettoblaster (how rascist is that) on my shoulder outside your window...
[20:53:50] Sevenn : I'm not afraid of birras weiner: thats Morrigons issue
[20:53:50] CountessMoon : *snort*
[20:54:16] Joli : not so much fear as how visual I am
[20:54:18] Morrigon : You're god damn right it is
[20:54:27] birra : no, no... it's morri's weiner.
[20:54:29] Joli : wait...no...it's fear
[20:54:36] birra : well.. he's morri's weiner.
[20:54:48] Joli : ooooo kay
[20:54:50] Morrigon : arf arf?
[20:54:52] CountessMoon : You are afraid of the birra wang, Morri? lol
[20:54:58] Joli : so, that's established
[20:55:03] Morrigon : that just sounds funny
[20:55:05] STABB666 : how big is it
[20:55:10] Joli : stop saying it!
[20:55:14] Morrigon : over 12 inches
[20:55:22] STABB666 : wang![
[20:55:25] Morrigon : I can barely keep it under control
[20:55:30] birra : weighs, what? about 12 pounds?
[20:55:49] STABB666 : like a rattlesnake....
[20:55:55] birra : her weiner is chewing on a squeaky toy right now...
[20:56:07] Joli : birra, you were almost buying me a new laptop
[20:56:11] Sevenn : Its probably tasty with saurkraut and mustard
[20:56:16] Irony : Oh, is that the really cute one I saw pictures of?
[20:56:25] Morrigon : haha
[20:56:26] Joli : I came SO close to spewing it with soda when I read the 12 lb wang
[20:56:31] birra : did I catch you mid-drink joli?
[20:56:43] Morrigon : hellz yeah
[20:56:52] Joli : you did
[20:56:53] Morrigon : women see me walking down the street, holding my weiner
[20:56:58] Morrigon : they just gotta come up and pet it
[20:57:07] CountessMoon : I... learned something new tonight. Interesting...
[20:57:09] Irony : I certainly would:D
[20:57:10] STABB666 : don't be fooled. she loves to squirt it all over the keyboard...
[20:57:16] Morrigon : wait what?
[20:57:17] birra : they love stroking your weiner, morri...
[20:57:19] Irony : It's the most beautiful wiener I have ever seen.
[20:57:58] Morrigon : right! so um...editing pictures....
These random kinds of exchanges make my day. Keep your eyes peeled for those flashes, Meeper! (I even put this in the right order for you lazy readers who hate "bottom-up")
You're the bomb Joli!
That rumor is greatly exaggerated. The mushroom cloud was an unfortunate deodorant experiment that ran afoul. ;P
Next time might I suggest a nonscented anti-perspirant forumula.
Fine for you to say now...but where were you before I melted down a convent, 2 ballroom dancing schools, and a sensory deprivation clinic (boy, were THEY pissed!)
P.S. I really thought CurryPerspirant was a great idea. Who knew?
Curry? Are you out of your mind? Or did you steal all the clientel from a local Indian restaurant?
Hey! I thought a B.O. product that smelled like B.O. would appeal to them.
I never meant to hurt anyone :(
Sure thats what you say now... but think of the innocent children and baby bunnies that you hurt doing your little experiment.
Btw...tell Sevenn nothing. I shall signal you with 2 quick flashes and one long flash, (no, not a flashlight) then I will climb to your window and carry you away on my white horse (ok, he's a rental) and we will live happily ever after in my FEMA trailer on the bayou.
mum's the word to Seven about your rental horse and your trailer that is bound to be worse than the chemical fallout from your last experiment.
Now that just isn't right. Sentorans are WAAAY cooler than Acolytes dammit!
Just wait until that...Cancer dude gets online...Damn, he's always got to be in the #1 spot. Who does he think he is???
P.S. I think my new avatar really says "Hello, I'm Morrigon, Pleased to meet you. Ask me anything you'd like, I'm here to lend some friendly help!"
...and then I will eat you and spit out the bones :)
...and give a loud belch not unlike god's lightning bolts coming from the darken sky.
*rat grins....then runs*
..any prestige you've attained ..you've earnt.
Morrigon, congratulations on making Acolyte! You are going to be an even greater asset to VR. Your passion and desire for standards are contagious. Here is a sample of our new acolyte in action in the forum, answering questions about posting rules in the vampbox:
Re: The Vamp Box
Posted: 15:11:20 - Mar 23 2008
Times viewed: 108
It's best to remain polite while asking questions.
When it comes to things like religion, violence, and sexual topics, treat it the same way you would as if you were posting in the main forum.
Any time someone steps over the line, a Dominar will handle it as they see fit, they have been given that position and are trusted to take each situation as a case by case deal.
If they feel something is inappropriate, *Zip* it's gone. No arguing.
Oh...my ego..too big...for...office....AAAH!
Thats is one girl Im glad to see made it.
Truly awesome:D Congratulations Morrigan, VR will be all the better for having you on staff:D
Me: Actually, I don't see how it doesn't throw off your balance.
B: It's like a tail - it helps.
Thank you, Morri, for the coolio smoke on my profile. You are the bee's knees inside the cat's pajamas!
*joking* Well... she said she was getting fed up with that ugly background that you had up before.
*goes to take a look* x
looking, that Morrigon is so talented, i'm jealous...
I just used that saying the 'bee's knees' the other day, and the person I was speaking to didn't know what the heck I was talking about :P
OK, Bloodlife, let's see if I can outdo you on naughty nun jokes. I knew this joke before I knew how to say, "da da." If you liquor up my dad and he starts telling it, my sister and I will likely murder you with our dinner spoons. Without further ado:
A novitiate to the Order takes her vow of silence and lives an austere and cloistered life of hard work, scrubbing floors, planting, harvesting, early morning matin prayers and evening vespers. Her cell is bare and the rations are sparse.
After 10 years of back-breaking labor, she is brought before the Mother Superior and offered the reward of speaking her first two words in all the many years she's served. She stays up all night wanting to make her words count. Next morning, she says to Mother, "Food Bad." The Mother thanks her and ushers her back into the convent and another 10 years of the same.
Upon her 20th anniversary, she is offered the same reward. After much thought, she speaks her carefully chosen words, "Bed hard." Mother again thanks her and she resumes her stern life.
At her 30th anniversary, the same honor is given her. This time, she quickly speaks her two words, "I quit."
The Mother Superior quipped, "About time...all you've done is bitch bitch bitch since you got here!"
Thank you, thank you, Ockham for pointing out that this cartoon is eerily reminiscent of STABB ever since he viewed the lovely teamwork stamp displayed in the previous entry. More than one death threat has been issued.
Introducing my new stamp that reflects and honors the collaborative relationship that Stabb and I share as moderators on VR. This is a pretty fair representation of the teamwork involved.
A great reflection, and to quote:
"Isn't it funny how bears like...."
ROFL, I am trying to imagine Stabb the Troll Killer as Winnie The Pooh
I accidentally deleted Stabb's comment when I edited. Now I'm all sad that I don't see it here. He was the first one to comment and it said something close to:
"You like Klingons, right?
Remember the old proverb? Yes, that one.
Cold. Like risotto.
Mind my head."
Awesome! All it needs now is more rainbows exploding from Pooh's arse.
"Making VR.. our own personal 100 acre woods."
I want to thank Ockham for making it for me. You did a great job! *smooch!*
aww, thanks :)
I love it.
LOL it doesn't get better than this! Does he complain when you bump him down the steps?
Not sure if he complains to her, but moments after I made it I was receiving death threats.. :(
You're definitely in his cross hairs.
That's ok, it's a historical fact that the English have shitty aim.
My one hope for you was that he'd do you in quickly. Now I fear a slow and drawn out death. Have you SEEN the Tower of London's torture chambers? Those Brits seem polite, sure...I'll grant you that. But under that affable exterior beats the heart of a madman...a well-mannered madman.
I love you, Ockham...but is it bad that I hope he lets me watch? The rack is SOOOOOO hot!
Now now, we both know that Pooh-bear is too cuddly-wuddly to put someone on the rack.
Also, bears run kinda slow, in addition to having even worse aim than the English. I'm in no danger here :D
Being that a Grizzly can hit 30Mph over a quarter mile, which is faster than the average human, and that we can climb trees, have excellent sense of smell, plus I'm psychic, I don't think you'll be getting too far...
I like good sport, the thrill of the hunt, the stealthy stalking of the ninja killer. You have a head start- it's all good. I can wait. Bears are rather good at waiting. Especially we British.
And the aim thing. Well, I have one phrase to remind you of: "Friendly Fire". Bright ORANGE flashes on our tanks. We get bombed by Americans. Bright green day-glo nightvision markers on our helmets. We get shot by Americans. Don't talk to me about aim.
The British army invented the sniper, btw.
I come from the loins of elite soldiers. I was born to kill before my enemy knows they're already dead.
Remember 'Vampirika'? No, of course you don't. He is dead by my hand. Well, mostly his own, but in the best tradition of The Ninja, all it took was the slightest nudge at the right moment and he proceeded to cut his own heart out.
Pooh Bear is meagre next to the doom which awaits you, dear fellow.
We shall not meet again, old chap, so take care and don't forget your jock strap.
*baying fox hounds and the shrill of horns*
Jo, what did I tell you about letting Pooh into the LSD?
Bitch told me it was honey!
Damn, he's insufferable once he starts seeing the f*&*ing heffalumps!
By the way, when I'm on the rack and pleading with The Christ for the sweet mercy of Death's chill embrace, you're not allowed to call it a successful conversion, Jo.
Hey, you spin it your way; I'll spin it my way. I calls em how I sees em.
Don't you make me post stolen pictures of Satan at the Last Supper and skulls with devil horns all over my profile to show that my evil deity can beat up your good one as a thinly veiled play at imbuing myself with the cool mystique of the Fallen Star to hide the mediocrity of my own life.
Don't make me call 1-800-SMITE!
It turns out that NEVER2BLUVED deleted his profile, so I don't have a convenient one-stop-shop location for all my Thieved Internet Devil Picture needs anymore :(
I'm at peace. Sometimes we are misunderstood, but I know who I am. I know myself and my heart. If anyone mistakes that for their own reasons, that is their right.
Know me or do not. I am careful where I invest my heart and my care. Even so, sometimes I still find a way to misplace it. It can be sad to discover that, but I am adult enough to handle disappointment in other people. I can handle this, too.
Perhaps some day, when you re-add your careful math, you will find a vital error. Perhaps you will never re-check, and that's ok, too. Much peace to you.
I'm glad to know you, to understand you, to invest my time and my heart in you.
I know that I am not mistaken and I feel the genuine warmth and care that you have for people, strangers or not. This is one of your greatest attributes and I sincerely hope it never becomes blunted by those who might not appreciate it.
You are a giver, a healer and a powerful presence and influence upon those around you. I am glad that you have a pure soul and that you use this gift in a good way.
Stabb, I do not think that could have been better worded. Hear, hear.
I don't have a way with words like Stabb, agree with those that he said.
All I can do is....
*rat comes and hugs your wrist*
My sister was cast in a play called Tony and Tina's Wedding. It's an interactive play where the audience is actually part of the wedding. My mom had head about the auditions and encouraged us both to try out. Erin went...I didn't. I was kinda sorry last night when I saw how fun it was and how much I miss performing when i get close to it and see others doing it.
Erin actually used to belong to an improv group and this play called for a huge amount of improv. She played the pregnant maid of honor, Connie. The bridesmaids all wore hideous red dresses and stiletto shoes. After the play, I was invited out with the cast to get drinks and sushi. We laughed and laughed. It was so fun to go out and just be social again. I worry sometimes that I've forgotten how, but there was an ease about last night that reminds me that I need to do things like that now and then.
Oh, and Vespers...I drank a beer last night that reminded me of you.
There once was a girl who blocked Morri
When she heard, she was really sorry.
She tried to eat crow
But she's a vegan, you know?
So instead, she denied the whole story!
I got mentioned three times in a row in this journal!
I do feel special...
Birra has some competition he's gotta worry about. Ah feel sumwon crushin' awn me...
Ever since I saw the cheez nip on the boot, it's been all about you, babe.
Besides...Birra?! Just look at those shifty eyes, and those untrustworthy...eye sockets, um...uncombed eyebrows and that... eye...glint. Morri! How long are we gonna pretend? He's just eyes! The man is just eyes! It's creepy.
Sooooo...apparently you can block someone and not even realize it. I imagine that if you were to do such a thing, it might be really embarrasing once you found out. Your friend can't tell you. So, what might she do?
She might leave little breadcrumbs about to see if you follow the trail. Imagine how silly you'd feel once you realized that you'd stepped over that trail thinking, "I wonder who she set that out for," when on day 3, she felt it necessary to put a Las Vegas Sign with your name in blinking neon pointing at the little bread trail.
The fictional person who might do such a thing...let's call her Schmoli... would probably say sheepish things like, "I'm obviously a moron." or perhaps, "You are one of the coolest people on this site and I'd never block you, even if I were mad at you. Maybe if you put a paypal button and asked for birthday presents...or recanted your bi-ness...or red-penned me...or made a list of the things I need to do in order to please you. Nah, not even then."
HEY! There's a list I want to see you do. How about a list that mocks the list of what men need to do to please women. The "What You Need To Do To Please Morri List"
Love you, girl...and I'm not just a moron...I'm bi ;)
Ha ha yeah that was funny... What they need to do to please me eh? hmmmmm....
If you only knew...when I saw the first two entries, I was SO curious. "Who who who? Who is she? What did she do?"
Heh I was wondering if you'd begin to question why I hadn't left any comments in your journal despite visiting and reading it a few times.
I just figured I sucked :(
Morri's second challenge about random stuff. OK, I'm gonna give it a go, but my hesitation stems from hers being SO good.
I actually love my vegetables boiled to a nice, soft, mushy, and unmistakably dead state.
I hate shopping, unless it's for linens. I LOVE the feel of cool quality bedsheets on bare legs. And towels should be big, soft, and ridiculously fluffy.
I like ice in my coffee.
The back of my car is a wreck, but my desk is freakishly immaculate.
I hate different colored thumbtacks on a bulletin board.
I buy cheap laundry detergent, but drive out of my way for Diva additives because the smell is amazing.
I can put on my makeup in under 2 minutes when I'm running late...and yes, it looks like it.
I briefly worked as a waitress in a Viet Namese restaurant and one of my few memories in my life of ever yelling is at the owner as I quit, "Keep Dragon Lady OFF ME!"
My first near sexual encounter never happened because I couldn't recover from a nervous giggling fit when I realized I had on my mother's bra.
I foolishly let a man who loved me go because he "embarrassed" me.
I try to suppress my anger at grocery stores who design shelves well above the reach of anyone below 5'6." I get southern instead, "excuse me, sir...could you reach the brussels sprouts for me? teehee." GRRRRRRRRRRR What? Short chicks don't like leafy greens?!
My grandfather used to push his false teeth out with his tongue to scare the crap out of us as kids. But I secretly thought it was kinda cool.
My great-uncle Tootsie (lost toes in an unfortunate mowing accident) would take out his teeth at family reunions and sing, "Jolie Blonde," a sure sign that the party had indeed begun.
I take really good care of my teeth! :)
My daughters are both black belts in Taekwondo. Look out boys.
I absolutely love my job and can't imagine ever wanting to do anything else.
I can't wink.
I have trouble not raising my hand when people ask for volunteers.
I can do a mean cajun accent by request.
I am baffled when anyone suggests that the cajun accent is "hot."
I prefer skirts to pants, with the exception of blue jeans.
I haven't owned a coat since I was a child.
I think Indian curry smells like armpit.
T.S. Eliot's "Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" sometimes makes me cry.
A hug or compliment when I'm sad will always crack my composure.
The entitlement and victim mentality of my country crushes me into a ball of frustration.
I genuinely find at least one incredible thing every day that takes my breath away or reminds me to swallow that lump in my throat because of gratitude of someone's company, action, or just a seemingly random event that is tinged with some personal meaning for me.
*applauds* very nice, and entertaining. WOOOH
I can't imagine why you would take good care of your teeth when you had such awesome role models to show you the proper uses of false ones!
..the people-pleaser who can't say 'no' to volunteering doesn't surprise: but I so like the comments at the end about appreciated things genuinely got me.
..such forthright honesty is to be applauded.
..it's a hard thing to observe onesself like that.
Awwww, did I really embarrass you?
A+/ 10 rating. :)
Only as baffled as I am by you loving my accent, and the cajun accent IS hot dammit! :D
Morri writes about the urge to have pets...or animal friends, as she prefers. I understand the term, because none of the animals I have shared a home with ever felt particulary "owned" to me. More like I own the responsibility when they mess up something and share in the sweetnesses they usually provide. But she got me thinking about the process...how did I come to have these furry aliens in my home?
love the decription of the cat.
HAHAHAHAHAHA cats are so funny.
The surprise attacks are always interesting and "well timed."
I miss not having a do though. Maybe someday.
hehe those sound like wonderful companions, even the cat. That's what cats do. Sounds like you have a boneless kitty
I'll try to snap a pic of her doing the upside down vampire cat thing. And don't you people go trying to get me to say I like the cat. I tried turning her into the Dept. Of Homeland Security the other day. I can't prove it, but I suspect she has a cell. There are times when that can be the only explanation.
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