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My taxes have become complicated. This means that I now have to keep detailed records by orders of a major international accounting firm of how and where I spend each of my days.

After documenting my first 90 days of 2007, I realize why I've been in such a good mood.

Here's the breakdown:
Workdays: 51
Non-Workdays: 25
Holidays: 14

This means I've spent a solid 46% of my time NOT AT WORK.

In addition, here's where I've been:
Czech Republic: 3 days
France: 3 days
Mississippi: 2 days
Germany: 2 days
New York: 7 days
Ireland: 20 days
California: 53 days

And now, for tax reasons, I'm not going to be able to spend more than five weeks a year inside the US. How weird is that?

  • slashfic/fan fiction
  • anime
  • attending the renaissance faire over the age of 12 (bonus points for costumes)
  • furries
  • role-playing that involves any of the following: magic, animals, aliens, non-traditional life forms, skill sets and/or
  • points, cards, dice, fat men with beards
  • meeting significant others on multi-player online video games
  • having own channel on IRC
  • chain mail clothing
  • having an internet nickname, extra points for real-life usage
  • conventions (x-files, comics, anything with the word "star" in it)
  • alien abductions (fear of, protections against, history of, website about, political lobbying, etc.)
  • clothing: anime bowling shirts, alien motifs, catchy computer sayings on shirts, black t shirts with anti-social slogans, video game, star wars/trek shirts
  • owning a server
  • theater (acting in): too enraged to list variables
  • Things:
  • I was in Fruitvale the other evening and saw a dwarf hooker. No, seriously. She was a 'little person,' and she was soliciting 'johns' for 'sex.' It was rad.
  • Bought a ticket to go to Mexico on Tuesday. I was sick of waiting. I'm hoping to get new freckles and a Hispanic boyfriend.
  • I've decided never to have children, thus sparing myself the pleasure of not allowing my parents to meet their grandkids.
  • I went on a date with a fellow with two Morrissey tattoos. I don't know if this was the worst decision I've ever made, or the logical conclusion to a plan I set in motion many, many years ago.
  • My brain just shit its pants: LOL.
  • As each year draws to a close, my friend Kathleen likes to make a list of the people she has slept with in the past year. Has she made any noticable improvements since the year before in either quality or quantity? Are there any noticeable trends or patterns? Most importantly, what, through close examination, can she predict for the year at hand?

    As counting one's sexual encounters is rather coarse for a well-bred girl such as myself, I try to limit myself to other, less base, evaluations.

    Heart-wrenching breakups: 1.5
    First dates: 7?
    Countries visited: 2
    Countries dated: 5
    Countries considered: 25
    Pictures of cocks with "Lina" written on them received: 8
    Dental appointments: 3
    Episodes of Law and Order: SVU's watched: countless
    YTMNDs created: 27
    Job titles: 3
    Number of times I said "I hate everything" over instant messenger: 136
    Sessions of tattoo removal: 5
    Popes dead: 1
    Car accidents: 2
    Shirts with collars: 7
    Cable TV: got it.
    401(k): check.
    Shoes purchased: 13 pairs
    Teeth lost: 0
    Number of haircuts: 6

    I ran out of ideas for my list. Little help?

    Last year's inventory.

    1. Driving to work is decidedly colder with no heater.
    2. My favorite song today: Go! by Tones on Tail
    3. My favorite song 12 years ago: Anything, Anything by Dramarama
    4. The song I was listening to when I got into a 4 car pileup on the Bay Bridge: I Love Livin' the City by Fear
    5. Almost done reading: The Man Who Was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton
    6. Just finished reading: Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
    7. Statistically improbable phrases from Blink: rapid cognition, intuitive repulsion, sip test, adaptive unconscious, red decks, sentiment override, double fault
    8. The statistically improbable phrase from Blink that I can most relate to: intuitive repulsion
    9. Statistically improbably phrases from I. Lewis Libby's novel: assistant headman, tiny dancer, man with the pole, mountain trousers, old samurai, lacquer workers, liquid woman (Why no mention of bear rape?)
    10. Oldest item on my wishlist: The Nightmare on Elm Street Collection (Been there for 4 years)
    11. Current ringtone: Tubular Bells - Theme From The Exorcist
    12. Watching right now: The Colbert Report
    13. Last concert: Devo
    14. Next concert: Depeche Mode
    15. Things I feel guilty about: unread New Yorkers, four hour Lifetime miniseries, my inability to manage my 401(k)
    16. Things I have vowed: never to date another man with neck tattoos
    17. RSS Feeds: Wonkette, The Superficial, Gawker, Sploid, Nerve, Slashdot, Word Usage, New York Times, BBC News, Google News Top Stories, Weather, Word of the Day, Grammar Tips
    18. For Dinner: Homemade split pea soup
    19. Number of books in my stack of Evelyn Waugh titles, yet unread: 6, Read: 3
    20. Favorite word from Mad Magazine: "Blech"
    Number of times per day, on average, I give someone the finger while driving: 2
    Pounds I have lost: 11
    Pounds I have gained: 10
    Number of people who have told me I am "intense" so they don't have to say "crazy": 2
    Times I have been pre-emptively dumped: 1
    Number of cavities filled: 6
    Number of emergency root canals: 1
    Dentist bills paid: 0
    Sugar gliders murdered: 2
    Phone calls not returned (by me): numerous
    Dirty words I know in Swedish: 16
    Times my dad has called to ask a stupid computer question: 19
    Books from the library that are overdue by more than a month at this very minute: 6
    Dead people: 4
    Times I've watched "Bring It On": 7
    Number of friends who have posed in tube socks and underwear for me: 8
    Number of times I went to Sephora: 3
    Number of times I wanted to go to Sephora: 56
    Crashed hard drives: 1
     Number of men that have sent me unsolicted pictures of their penii: 6
    What I got for Christmas: A karaoke machine, tickets to see Olivia Newton-John, a pen that allows me to play Connect Four at the most inopportune moments.

    Things people have searched for and ended up at shutitdown:
    sugar glider porn
    i would like fuck girls pussy in philadelphia in person for free
    why do girls kick men in the balls
    i think the young people enjoy it when i get down verbally don t you?
    britney farting
    ass plugging
    my mammary
    balls bus seat legs spread
    are there glands in your hands?
    list everything terry has ever logged on to
    girl with the fat face
    artfag naked
    my big ass
    elephantitus balls
    you the man now
    stories of teenagers running away to a life on the streets and prostitution
    who ate turkey lurkey
    how do you make a homemade tattoo gun?
    she was masturbating furiously
    tijuana hooker
    poopy face
    ivy league hookers
    penis christmas ornaments
    how do i tell my therapist that i don t need therapy right now
    billie jean is the best song ever written
    baseball bases for sex is fingering 2nd or 3rd base?
    blue red green time warping moon crystals
    jonbenet satanic ritual

    Tomorrow I go to the oral surgeon for the eagerly-anticipated extraction of my four impacted wisdom teeth. I am not going to be put under, rather, I will be the recipient of the pioneering technique known as "concious sedation." According to the doctor, I will be able to answer questions, feel no pain, and not remember the surgery afterwards. I said, "Sounds like the dental date rape drug, eh?" and he was most assuredly not amused. At this rate, I'm bound to wake up with his initials carved in my belly.

    Since my plans for the next few days involve taking enough painkillers to kill a horse and listening to Led Zeppelin and Depeche Mode until my ears bleed, I figured I should update now while I still have one or two functioning brain cells. Much has happened since my last update.

    The most important thing is that I went to THE FAIR. The carnival, if you will. I love that place. Here's a quick rundown of things I did there:

  • Got an airbrushed shirt with my name on it.

  • Not content with just an airbrushed shirt, had a pair of thong underwear airbrushed with the word "rawdog" on them. The children gathered around the artisan as he sprayed my panties saying, "Mommy, what does 'rawdog' mean?" really vaulted this situation to the level of COMEDY GOLD.

  • Had my picture taken with Mary and DUBYA.

  • Had Mary grope me on a number of rides, including both the Zipper and the Widowmaker just for the sake of letting me say on my webpage, "I got felt up at the carnival." (She's a good friend, isn't she??)

  • Hmm...here's a cuter pic of us. Do you know that I have known Mary for more than 10 years?

  • Ate cotton candy and funnel cake until I nearly vomited.

  • Okay I've run out of time for this post, I have to go jet to the city that my tooth thing is happening in. No time for spell check. I'm getting delerious. I'm hoping to return to many nice emails and flattering comments. Please don't disapoint me, I'm going to be in pain.
  • Cam Mafia has replaced the awful Friday Five with the Monday Four. There's nothing I like better than answering random, retarded questions!!

    1. If there are only two guys left on American Idol how the hell can the finale last three nights?
    That's a great question, one that I wondered myself. More to the point, how can anything think Clay Aiken is either cute or straight? How can a man who sings ballads regularly live with himself?

    2. When's it okay for a straight guy to have sex with another guy?
    When one of those guys is my boyfriend.
    The other night I made dinner for one of my male friends and he was rather impressed with my culinary skills. He said in wonder, "You are going to be one of those wives that has dinner ready on the table when your husband gets home from work, won't you?" And I replied, "Well yes, except he won't be coming from work, he will be coming home from the gay bar where he's been cheating on me all day." That shut him up right away.

    3. Why is it in the movies whenever two women are left alone one of them is always tense and they end up having sex with each other?
    Obviously whoever wrote this question has never been a woman alone in a room with another woman. That's just how things are, in the movies and in real life. In fact, I basically can't be left alone in a room with anyone, be it man, woman or child without something terrible happening.

    4. What's your favorite word? Why?
    I have many favorite words, and they change all the time. Hump is one that has been around for a while because it is just so incredibly foul. I also like heinous, dude, vile, rad, and perhaps. Oh, and pudendum.

    Here are some awards I have gotten:

    -Best Shot in my riflery class (that's guns, kids) at summer camp.
    -Most Talkative in my 8th grade yearbook.
    -Gold Medal in the Booty Olympics.
    -"Top 10 Worst Driver I've Ever Seen (but top 10 best at backing up in a straight line)" - My driver's ed teacher from when I was 16.
    -Third Place in the middle school poetry contest where I wrote about how much I love my parents.
    -Blue Ribbon in the greased pig contest.

    Will think of more later. Have had a very successful life. My Mathletes team always won.

    So my birthday is coming up on Monday. I hate birthdays. They make me depressed and miserable. But because my mom is a rock star, I get to go to New York for a few days next week which will make things better.

    Here are some things I want to do in the big apps:

  • Get my favorite hot and sour soup on Avenue A.
  • Hang out with my darling Franny.
  • Go see INTERPOL. <3<3<3
  • Get one of those bobbing head dogs on 14th Street for my car.
  • Girlprops!
  • Check out the Cremaster show at the Guggenheim.
  • And although god knows it is a fruitless search, I am hoping to find cute shoes. The holy grail of my life.

    Go visit Christilina because she is back and ready to ROCK!! She also sent me gross penis pictures the other day, which always gets my attention.

    p.s. the 5th grader who has been tormenting me via IM gave me 3 online warnings today! If you don't use AIM, disregard this p.s.


  • Happy Valentine's Day, fuckers.

    Things written on the conversation hearts: h8 u, tits n ass, butt plug, oh jesus, im a cock, glove love, not that hole, $$ shot, sugar daddy, on yr knees, ow, safe word, pop, r those real?, more, fist fuck, blue balls, rim job, soft cock, finger bang, anal4u, glory hole, is it in yet?, dirty pillows, half n half, cock block, home run, plug it up, booty call, milf, spit or swallow, oral fix, dry hump, <3 amputees, beat off, bikini week, cock sucker, dental dam, limp dick, not there!, golden showers, frottage, necro, chili dog, cumshot, eat me, x, sex bomb, just friends, half master, boff me, hard on, boner, dirty sanchez, fish hooks, pink sock, third base, foot fetish, nail me, pvc, ho bag, low hangers, suck toes, tea bag, circle jerk, butt luv, 3some, ram rod, cock ring, snail trail, shoot, doggy style and
    i loathe you.

    To see my valentine update from last year, check out let me get my hands on your mammary glands.

    I'm going to go die now.

    Things I have accomplished on my winter vacation:

    Took off my eye makeup using mouthwash. Didn't realized I was using mouthwash instead of eye makeup remover until I went blind. Thanked the heavens that I was using "all natural" mouthwash.

    With Fran, looked up every person on google that I have ever made out with. Tried to judge whether I am more successful than them.

    Watched 48 episodes of Sex in the City. 16 of them were in one day.

    Ate marshmallow fluff straight of the jar. With a knife.

    Got some obscene lip gloss that definitely sends the wrong message.

    I have a few days left, and this definitely isn't a comprehensive list. Stay tuned for more information.

    Here's the latest Friday Five. Which have kind of been sucking lately, right?

    1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year?
    Getting off my ass and applying to college (thanks for all the help!) and actually getting in. That and the 4.0 this semester (yes, the last grade came in). Oh, and finally quitting my whining about the snow and moving to California. These things may sound fairly trivial, but they were freaking hard.

    2. What was your biggest disappointment?
    Moving here and finding out that NBC is on channel 3 so you can only get it if you have cable. This means no more Days of Our Lives and Law and Order. That and realizing that there is no god.

    3. Will you be making any New Year's resolutions?
    Well, I'm hoping to get that Traci Lords workout tape and get my ass off the the couch and into a LEOTARD. And I want to make more arts and crafts.

    4. Where will you be at midnight? Do you wish you could be somewhere else?
    I don't know where I will be yet. Probably on someone's couch, and I don't mean that in a racy "I'm going to get some" sort of way. What I mean is, my friends and I rarely do anything significant, we sit on each other's couchs a lot though.

    5. Aside from (possibly) staying up late, do you have any other New Year's traditions?
    I generally try to end the night by curling up in a fetal position and crying softly to myself. I forecast that this year will be no different.

    1. What is your favorite scary movie?

    I absolutely love the Nightmare on Elm Street series. The first one and Dream Warriors are my favorites. Eminently quotable. "Welcome to prime time, bitch!" I actually like a lot of horror movies. The Brood is another great one, but those bastards rate it 5.9 on IMDB. But then again, my entry on Digital Photography Challenge currently has a score of 2.9, so really, what does the public know? Nothing. NOTHING.

    When I was little my favorite scary movie was called Child of Glass. It was terrifying. I remember having nightmares about it, and being too scared to watch it in a room by myself. Yet I watched it again and again--even though I got the heebie-jeebies every time. Just last year I found a copy of it and found out that it is a DISNEY MOVIE and rated G. So I guess I am a wuss. But I tell ya, that thing was a creepy movie. There was an alcoholic guy in it who kills a little girl and then hangs himself in the barn. They sure don't make G movies like they used to!

    2. What is your favorite Halloween treat?

    Candy corn. Hands down.

    3. Do you dress up for Halloween? If so, describe your best Halloween costume.

    Last year I was clincally depressed for Halloween. It was great because I didn't need a special costume.

    My friend Iris had great costume ideas. Once in high school she was an abortion for Halloween. She wore a flesh colored body suit drenched in fake blood, and a clotheshanger around her neck. I didn't have that kind of balls in high school.

    4. Do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events?

    I don't have a social life. If I did, I might enjoy these things. It's hard to imagine though.

    5. Will you dress up for Halloween this year?

    I don't know what I am going to do yet. I was thinking about being Manic-Depressive this year

    I am starting to think that the reason I am less motivated to update is because my life is so much less amusing now. It's been ages since I have done lines of coke off of a transsexual's arm. Is this because I moved? Or is it because I am good student finally? Maybe I am just getting old. All I know is that I haven't had anything to talk about lately.

    Here are some things I like:

  • Chinese yo-yos
  • Cream of wheat (but not oatmeal)
  • Cheerleaders
  • dictionarys
  • feeling superior
  • sluts
  • Vans (the shoes not the automobiles)
  • Donnie Darko
  • thinly veiled references to anal sex in pop music.
  • Lance Bass.
  • So now I am back on track with this week's Friday Five. Don't you like how you learn more about me from these things than anything else I put in my blog, ever? Anyway...on with the show!

    1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from? I'm a mutt. Now, this is all complicated, but to the best of my knowledge, my maternal grandmother is Pennsylvania Dutch and English, and my maternal grandfather is Italian and Irish (he's a redhead). My paternal grandmother was German, and my paternal grandfather was Polish. But he was born in Scotland.

    2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit? I would love to spend time in any of these countries actually. I've been to England, Germany, and Italy, but never Poland or Ireland. I would love to go to Ireland. It's so green. Well, from the pictures I've seen.

    3. Which would you least like to visit? Why? I guess the idea of Poland scares me a little bit. I knew a couple of Polish guys in New York who were really proud of their cheekbones. When I think of Poland, I think it is still stuck in some WWII time warp, because that's the only history of the country I am familiar with.

    4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage? Nope. My dad has gotten all weird and geneological lately--I think it's because all his relatives are dead and he keeps searching for, like, 7th cousins thrice removed to fill the void. So he's been telling me a little bit of family history, which I had previously been completely unaware of. For example, he told me about my great-grandmother who was keeping guns for the 1905 revolution. When the police came to their door, she got in bed with the guns and pretended to be giving birth so they wouldn't find the guns. Very exciting stuff. I'm planning on stockpiling a few guns for the revolution over here. It's too bad I can't add automatic weapons to my wishlist.

    5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)? Grandparents, I guess on my paternal side. Being Communist Jews and all, in Germany--not such a hot idea to stay there, right? And I think my maternal grandfather is 1st gen American, and I think that my grandmother's family has been here longer because they are super-white, but when I called my parents to ask them they said they were too busy to talk to me. Har.

    If you want to make up your own Friday Five for me to answer (which of course, I reserve the right to not answer, go ahead and email me.

    I just thought about the fact that I hadn't done my Friday Five in like 158609438 years. They didn't update it for a few weeks and I moved and basically gave up. Very troubling.

    So this one is from two weeks ago.

    1. Where were you born? New York City, baby.

    2. If you still live there, where would you rather move to? I actually was raised in California, and then returned to my homeland as a (older) teen. New York was cool and all, because no one raised an eye at my horrid and overwhelming bitterness. I just moved back to California, and although I love it here, I definately feel like I'm a little too jaded for the crunchy scene here. I guess that didn't answer the question though, did it?

    3. Where in the world do you feel the safest? Sometimes at my parents' house. Only if my dad isn't in a bad mood. Most of the time, I feel safest in my bed. Sleeping, preferably.

    4. Do you feel you are well-traveled? This is something that has just come up for me, but I am starting to feel like a moron for not traveling more. In my home town, no one ever leaves. Or at least, they never leave the Bay Area. So I thought I was a big shot for going to New York. Like, this is why americans are such assholes. We think the world revolves around us, and that we are this giant self-sustaining entity. Basically, I just stay stateside and get fat, like every other american. This is quite embarrassing.

    5. Where is the most interesting place you've been? Mexico. Yes, I know I should say Europe, but I am fascinated with Mexican art, and swarthy Mexican men. Ninguna Gracias yo tengo las enfermedades.

    If I have the strength, I may do one more Friday Five before the end of this week.

    Today's Friday Five.

    1. What is your favorite restaurant and why? AGGG! I LOVE FOOD. So I have a whole theory about how the only food I should eat out is should be asian food, because this is the only food I can not cook with any degree of skill. Most other things I eat out I think I could make as well or better as the resturant. So back to the point here, I LOVE SUSHI. Like, it's been my favorite food since I was 4. I LOVE SUSHI. God yes. So some of the Sushi resturants around here are my favorite. There is also this Korean resturant in San Francisco that I love, but I can't remember the name. Sorry about the lack of specifics, kids.
    2. What fast food restaurant are you partial to? God, thinking about a McDonald's cheeseburger makes me all gooey inside. But I haven't had one in years. I want one. Now. I don't allow myself to eat stuff like this often, because I eat so much other fatty (but not fast) food.
    3. What are your standards and rules for tipping?I tend to get fairly pissed at waitstaff when they are rude to me. Here in NY it happens a lot. I tip 15% or so, but if they aren't total cunts I hit the 20% mark. Which is where it always should be.
    4. Do you usually order an appetizer and/or dessert? Nope, too expensive. If my grandpa was taking me out, hell yes I would.
    5. What do you usually order to drink at a restaurant? Water.

    More updates later.

    Today's Friday Five is about famous people!!! Woohoo!!

    my boyfriend 1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose?
    I'd probably choose to have dinner with someone I would potentially like to have sex with, because dinner oftentimes leads to sex. Therefore, I would like to have a dinner party with Conan O'Brian, the guy who stars in the show "The Guardian," Richard Ashcroft from the Verve and Mark Kozelek from Red House Painters (we would do it and he would cry).
    2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel?
    I remember in high school I was at Kristin C*ker's house and we heard on LIVE 105 that Dave Gahan had just killed himself in a hotel room. Kristin started freaking out and crying. It was terrifying. For more on Dave Gahan (he didn't actually die), see number 5. You should go read the account on fran's page of our realization of the anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide. It's pretty funny.
    3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose?
    Well...I would want to be Clarissa from Clarissa Explains It All, but that's a character, because I certainly wouldn't want to be Melissa Joan Hart. I did, however, call her house and hang up a couple of times when I was 11 and obsessed with being her. Is that sick?
    4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who?
    When I had long hippie hair some IRC nerds said I looked like Alanis Morrisette. I've also heard that I look like Toni Collette when she had red hair, or Jillian Anderson. It's just the hair though. Really the only people I look like are my parents.
    5. Have you ever met anyone famous?
    Hmm...yes. Probably not a lot of people you have heard of. I went to the christening of Dave Gahan's (singer of Depeche Mode) daughter. Horatio Sanz (the fat one on SNL) asked me if I would put my fist in his ass. Seriously. I've hung out with Moby and one time he touched my butt by mistake. I made out with Joseph Arthur. Jesse Camp gave me his number and invited me to his house for veggie Thanksgiving dinner. Jimmy Fallon bought me a shirley temple at Moomba one time. I can't really think of any others right now, but Fran is sitting on my bed masturbating furiously sobbing because of the Jimmy Fallon thing. Ahahah.

    Well, some days I just love fran to bits. There are maybe three reasons I don't want to leave New York and she is one of them. Anywho, I was over at her site today and she has started to answer the Friday Five. So I have decided to join her in solidarity and answer the first one, and today's questions.

    1. Where were you born (city or state or just country)? New York, NY. But I was raised in California. Bi-coastal, as it were.
    2. What is your favorite number? uhhh....am I really supposed to have one? Can I say 17 like Fran? That was my best year, to date I think.
    3. Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate.
    4. What section of a bookstore would I find you in? Literature.
    5. What kind of mattress do you have on your bed? soft? firm? water? DEAR GOD WHAT A LOADED QUESTION. I have a 200 pound futon mattress on a box spring that has like 12 holes in it. You have to sleep it a weird curve to stay level. It's really abominable, but I choose not to deal with it.

    Today's questions.

    1. What is your favorite time of year? Spring!!
    2. What is it about your favorite season that, well, makes it your favorite season? Good god, anyone who says anything other than Spring or Summer is just trying to be cool. YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIE TO KICK IT. We all know that Spring is the best because the funky slush disapears, I can show my white legs again, my crazy plants start growing again and I can take the sugar gliders outside!
    3. What is your least favorite time of year? Why? Winter. It's cold. It's depressing. Summer in New York is gross, but since I have experienced its glory elsewhere I can't hate it.
    4. Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of seasons? Contemplate slitting my wrists, generally.
    5. What's your favorite thing to do outside? Go back in. Or roam around with my friends like a pack of feral dogs.

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