how do you say...

"PICKLES" in spanish-- or any language?
miedosa

AUNQUE PARE(s)ZCA RARO-- OCURRIO ASI

queria descurbrirte y tu infinito-
ahora que te encontre me da miedo.
un rechazo tuyo instiga la muerte-
asi como tu aliento sobre mis labios me regresa la vida.
ridiculo; avergonsoso- y juvenile
te extranio cuando estas cerca.
siempre supe que sos terrible y peligroso
tus fallas son perfectas.
tu risa- el red que me engancho-me hunde al fondo
y es dificil contener este amor pesado- que duele cuando
me siento sola.
siento profundamente el calor de tus manos
mi reaccion- un gemido.
tu nombre aparece en mi corazon.
con el vapor de mi amor
deletreo 'TE AMO'.
buscame.

GOD, i need a tan

miedosa i am in a rut. work,work, smoke, work..drive to work, -
i don't mind working and i like my job- but i hate how many hours i spend there. i hate not seeing my kids. i hate always feeling rushed. i hate not having time for me. -- i guess i have to do what i have always done- do things my way. make them my way. change what i want. and say fuck it.

oracion

que la vida no me deje vacia, sin ganas de acabar- de seguir.
que mis sonrisas no sean baniadas en lagrimas o sombradas con dolor.
que encuentre fureza cuando menos lo espere y tanto lo nesesite.
que me sienta capaz.
que aprenda a oldvidar y comienze a vivir el momento de ahora.

stupid signs..

i was driving through the san fernando valley and i saw this sign. i had to stop and snap a picture. i guess i should have taken a picture of the street. it was an ugly, busy street. why would anyone want to cruise this street? odd. tisk, tisk, tisk.

I think the world is too big for me.....

miedosa
is what my son wrote. he is 11 and it felt like a punch in the face. lost and I don't have a safe place to call a home.

can you guess what movie this is? i love this movie and i love the soundtrack.

me duele pensarlo

el dia que mi voz te aburra y no sientas el calor de mis manos o te de asco mi halliento
me duele admitirlo.. me sientira muerta.
comenzar sin ti?
quando morire?

miedosa

meadows hi you have reached Quki Miedosa at blogger.com. i am unavailable right now. But, if you leave the time you called and a brief comment will try to get back to you as soon as possible.
thank you for calling and have a nice day.
BEEP.

in search of ..............

miedosa
i have always wanted to explore the coast of baja.. up and down. to find freedom in water and joy in moments. today i was told it would be difficult, i have to wait.
the problem is patience. where could i buy some>?

miedosa-- i am back..

miedosadooough-
back to work..
i have been trying to send pictures with my camera to my other blog-- things the cat dragged in-
i see nothing. totally dissapointed. i am in the process of moving and i have no internet at either house.. bare with me - i will be back with the usual whinning and droning about myself.
woo-wee.

miedosa serve me that plate of bull shit and make it hot and fast. i have no time to wait- no time to waste. i will add salt and garnish it with hope. hope it setlles well. nothing nurishes nothing disolves and makes me content.

Freedom is just a metaphor

miedosaI spun 12 times.. fell on my ass. Punched paper and faxed it. Waited for something that never arrived. Snuck out for a cigarette and had to pee. Was asked for something that I had no information on.. so, I made something up. I thought on my feet and I hoped I wasn’t obvious. I am a fucking genius. I can handle it all. I am an exemplary employee.
I got to leave.
I have to go home now. I have to wash clothes. I have to figure out what bills to pay and how much I will have left over for gas and food.
I will remember what was left on Monday. I will remember to fax and fund and close.

miedosa

miedosa
&*()(&&^%$#@!

phew.. long hours...

10-7 get home late.. make dinner, wash some clothes..go to sleep to wake up to 10-7, again.
i miss my kids.

hi!!

miedosa
ohhh- i am sooo busy-- i can't do much of this stuff here... so you will all have to wait for the boring details.-- i am having fun, though...

off to my new job i go!!

i am so very happy. see you all later!

rita la bonita

rita la bonita
Originally uploaded by quki.

translation for fistingchamp

I am afraid. The afternoon is dark and the sadness of the sky is open and obvious, like a mouth of a deceased man.
My heart cries out like a princess lost in the bowels of a deserted palace.



I am afraid. And I am so sad and unimportant that I reflect upon the afternoon without meditating upon it.
(In my sick head, a dream does not fit, just as a star has never fit in the sky.)



However, in my eyes, a question exists, and there is a cry in my mouth that I dare not release.
No ear exists on earth that would hear my sad cry, a cry which has been abandoned in the midst of an infinite land.



The universe dies, of an agonized calm, without the celebration of the sun, or the unripened sunset.
Saturn suffers like my troubled soul,

the Earth is like a black fruit that the heavens devour.



And through the vast emptiness pass the clouds of the evening, blindly, like lost ships, which hide defunct stars in their holds.



And death of the world encompasses my being.




miedosa

plagiarism of the month

neruda wouldn't mind~matilde
Tengo miedo

Tengo miedo. La tarde es gris y la tristeza
del cielo se abre como una boca de muerto.
Tiene mi corazòn un llanto de princesa
olvidada en el fondo de un palacio desierto.

Tengo miedo. Y me siento tan cansado y pequeño
que reflejo la tarde sin meditar en ella.
(En mi cabeza enferma no ha de caber un sueño
así como en el cielo no ha cabido una estrella.)

Sin embargo en mis ojos una pregunta existe
y hay un grito en mi boca que mi boca no grita.
No hay oído en la tierra que oiga mi queja triste
abandonada en medio de la tierra infinita!

Se muere el universo, de una calma agonía
sin la fiesta del sol o el crepúsculo verde.
Agoniza Saturno como una pena mía,
la tierra es una fruta negra que el cielo muerde.

Y por la vastedad del vacío van ciegas
las nubes de la tarde, como barcas perdidas
que escondieran estrellas rotas en sus bodegas.

Y la muerte del mundo cae sobre mi vida.

can you see any hidden pictures??

let me know- cause i don't see shit.

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/hiddenimages.html
miedosa

Being in love is the most fucked up condition.

Let me begin my ramblings about love with the statement above. I have decided that astrology and fate are trying to hurt me and that I will no longer subscribe to such a belief. It is a crutch- a way not to take responsibility of making decisions. (I keep them in my back pocket as reference, of course). The older I get, the more cautious I get. The pain of a badly swallowed pill is suffocating me; putting self-induced pressures in my head. Restlessness develops and I cannot find comfort anywhere/anyone. I fear that I will never find comfort in anyone or anyplace desired. Zoloft makes my tongue bleed a metallic taste when I am about to panic, nervous, or having an orgasm. It is annoying and I am tired of this fucking taste in my mouth. I am in need for overdue penitence. We both are.

miedosa

miedosa

Thanks for tagging me abitwicked!! ~

abitwicked

What follows is a list of different occupations. You must select at least five of them. You may add more if you like to your list before you pass it on (after you select five of the items as it was passed to you).

Of the five you selected, you are to finish each phrase with what you would do as a member of that profession. Then pass it on to three other bloggers.

Here's that list:
If I could be a scientist... If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter... If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary... If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist... If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete... If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an innkeeper...
If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer... If I could be a backup dancer...
If I could be a llama-rider... If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be a midget stripper...
If I could be a proctologist...If I could be a TV-Chat Show host... If I could be an actor...
If I could be a judge... If I could be a Jedi...If I could be a mob boss...
If I could be a backup singer .....If I could be a CEO... If I could be a movie reviewer ....
If I could be a candy striper... If I could taste test chocolate...
If I could be a rich house wife… if I could be a truck driver… if I could be a madam/pimp

I chose these:
...If I could be a farmer- my family would starve. My fields would be barren and dry, my animals would run away. I would try to do better, but fail.

... If I could be a gardener- I would ride around in an old chevy truck with lots of garden tools and plant perinials with spots of color, lambs ear, ornamental grass, and herbs. My hands would be calloused and dry because I hate to wear gloves. I would be tanned and wear next to nothing because I hate tan lines. I would be very happy.

...If I could be a musician- I would want to be a sexy girl musician – with long hair, excellent fashion sense and a good make-up artist. But in reality, I would be a folk singer in denim & peruvian socks- with an accoustic guitar and a very shiny strap. I would sing about death and misery and die of a drug overdose.

...If I could be an innkeeper- I would buy an old house in the mountains and modernize it. I would never have a day off- nor would i need one. I would have an outdoor beer garden a chef and two maids. I would have seasonal gardens and be open year round. My room would have a view and a fireplace. I would smile alot and long for the ocean.

...If I could be a psychologist- I would self diagnose and go crazy. I would be a neurotic pill popper. I would develop unheard of phobias. I would choose to treat eating disorders in young women before it became too late. I would choose to treat schizophrenia in all-- and abused children---and become heartbroken when I would realize I cannot fix anyone. I would change careers quickly.

i tag you three:
spudmonkey,
bustywilde ,
Roy
... (one more- mi pelotudo @ Que buscas?)
miedosa

here we go-

I hated that my ex made endless amounts of lists. I really don’t consider him a person that accomplished much- though he felt he probably did just by making the damn lists. I keep finding pieces of his lists- in notebooks he left behind, written on the garage wall, in boxes – none of those things were completed.
So now I think I will try to make a list- a list of things that would make me feel better now- so that I can feel like I have accomplished something.
Here it goes:
1. pack up all my important shit and throw the rest out and move in with ryan
2. get that job I interviewed for yesterday
3. file for divorce
4. change d’s school- figure out what I am going to do with j during the summer
5. figure out how much I owe to get out of the hole
There, that wasn’t so hard. It doesn’t feel complete, though.

miedosa

bite son's butt

colorado river may 2005 046
Originally uploaded by quki.

i am concerned that this is the most viewed picture on my flickr photo site.

colorado river may 2005 093

colorado river may 2005 093
Originally uploaded by quki.

i went camping

in arizona at the colorado river. i love camping.i can't wait to do it again.
miedosa

colorado river may 2005 016

colorado river may 2005 016
Originally uploaded by quki.

miedosa

miedosa

looking for my transcripts i found this --->

paper i wrote for an architecture assignment... i was, unlike me, pleasantly pleased...

Rows of red flinching lights filled my eye as far as i could recognize. I was moving slowly to a hidden destination. I wanted to get out and run but i knew that i could not escape safely. I was overcome by planes and forms which geometry had no names for. An occasional blip of color or separation of form would appear to distract me, but it had no lasting significance. The claustrophobia of my space, separation from others like me and the choking stagnant fumes were the foundation of my anxiety and it immediately began to increase while i remained motionless. A small break in the cluster would appear, i would try to squeeze in but another agonizing soul was quicker than i and so i would have to wait for my turn again to try to escape as quickly as luck would let me.
By this point i had become tormented by my transportable space. The plastic covering the dash was covered in sticky dust and that made me feel dirty, and with every abrupt stop i would see articles i thought were lost come rolling out from under me. i prayed my car would not overheat, or run out of gas. the dials and meters were not moving. i was afraid to look at them because i knew that i was going nowhere, and all i had to keep me sane was my unwillingness to believe the present frustration.
In my mind i would try to figure out where i went wrong: i should have done this,... went there, ... waited till later, ...etc. But i knew that this route was the only way




miedosa

do you Yahoo?

miedosa
well i do, now! but i have no one to try it out with. and honestly, talking to myself is boring. i didn't know i could be so naggy.

quki_miedosa@yahoo.com


if you have a moment- check out

underhill

latest blog on bad gifts.

i love msn messenger...

miedosa
i love it, i love it. i love flirting with my boyfriend and bugging my brother at work.. i love that i can communicate with my dad from half-a-world away. i like to bullshit with my friends that i talk to daily. it is so stolid and fun. i like the sound it makes when someone is trying to contact me.. i like sending picture files and playing games. it is another necessity i have gained.

Lucidity

miedosa
My days seem to drift by exhaustingly:
Twenty minutes of absolute stupidity, interrupted by thirty-two seconds of guilt, controlled by one hour of gluttony. I seek Twelve minutes of divination, followed by days of remorse. I distract myself with endings and resolutions and decide that I must continue in uncertainty. I invite three hours of criticism that is followed by two hours of blame. I devour fifty-five minutes of sadness and replace it with fear. I savor the joy around me and laugh when least expected. I perform routine duties and invent plans that take fifteen minutes to demolish. I bask in self-defeat and struggle to reclaim control when held down. I consistently am consumed with love and the acceptance of its being. I am devout for three minutes and slowly begin to appreciate my existence.

letter to a dead friend

miedosa
so, what happened to make you die? Drop too many tabs? Smoke too much rock. Where you always sick and we just didn’t notice? You are now simply vacant. I remember how you used to laugh and joke around & How girls at school would write me notes telling me I was not good enough for you. If they could see you now, with your homemade nunchucks and your ranting about the mental messages sent from Mount Wilson. They would be scared. I am afraid you were right about alien abductions- because that is what happened to you.

a lamentation

miedosa
I have to return that damned trombone. I keep forgetting to- and it is in my car.
I would really like a cigarette- but I am all out.
I wish I could be distracted by the itching produced by opiates.
I felt better yesterday, but today I woke up feeling trapped again.
In spite of this, fuck it and fuck me and fuck my notions.
At least, I experience no fear.
I am really tired of being me.

my mother is obsessed with the dead pope..

miedosa that is it. it is very annoying-- that is all she talked about today at lunch. i wonder how much of what she tells me is made up? i stopped listening after 2 minutes. blah, blah, john, blah, paul.

oh yeah, try this underhill----->

http://www.orapois.com/br/arquivos/0127200514235747g.swf

applied for 4 jobs-->

miedosa
let's see what happens. i emailed my cover letters and resume. i found another job i would like to apply for -- it is a morgue aid. my job would be to fill out the death certificates for the unclaimed dead. i think it sounds fabulous--as long as i don't have to touch them. the meds are also starting to work. i am feeling a bit slower- not as sad and anxious. i was commenting to darth that i found an old record of 'the the' with uncertain smile on it and i have been listening to that a lot lately. well, that is about it. nothing spectacular- damn it!

girls in love do corney things..

miedosa

yes, i am a dumb girl.

miedosa

miedosa

ok, so i stole this from neruda.... but it should have been me who wrote this.

miedosa


LXVI
NO TE QUIERO sino porque te quiero
y de quererte a no quererte llego
y de esperarte cuando no te espero
pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego.

Te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero,
te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego,
y la medida de mi amor viajero
es no verte y amarte como un ciego.

Tal vez consumirá la luz de enero,
su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero,
robándome la llave del sosiego.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero
y moriré de amor porque te quiero,
porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego

from the mouth's of babes...

miedosa
this morning my four year old was commenting how he enjoys going to parties with his dad. He told me at the last party they went to there was a bouncer and he jumped all day with his brother and alexis (his dad's girlfriends daughter) but, what he liked the best were all the beautiful girls, because there were many beautiful girls. my son is a player.

i did it..

miedosa
i found the courage to email my ex-boss and ask for a letter of recommendation. i originally intended to call him, but that would have not been a good idea. i quit that job because my boss liked to get drunk and smack me in the ass. he also would talk dirty and try to get me to touch his 'muscles'. i quit before it got uglier... cause it was heading to hell. now, i desperately need a new job.. like yesterday. i have never really had to get a job. i remember applying for retail jobs and always landing them -- but that was, like, 10 years ago.. and i am applying for a different type of job. my last job i was the broker's assistant for a mortgage loan office.
so i am sitting here, trying to be patient.. Clicking on my check mail button on outlook.. waiting for that damn letter. next, i have to gather the courage to apply... oh, crap. i hope he decides to be nice and write a good letter--fucker!

ok, pity party is officially over..

miedosait's friday and i am forcing myself to have fun.- i will put on some lipgloss and high heels and i am going out for a dirty martini! gosh, my hair looks great.

haha.. my new profile..

miedosa the wierd lady with the little dog.. yes, that is my dog. her name is rita. she is a mutt- like me-

WARNING: self-loathing

miedosaI began laughing and it reminded me of my sadness. So, I only half smiled and looked away. I didn’t want anyone to see that pathetic look of pain on my face. I couldn’t stand anyone asking what was wrong- what has been bothering me. I couldn’t bare to hear one more word of unwarranted advice. Those arrogant and heartless words hurt my head and make me want pick up my fucking plate and bash in their heads. I can’t even fucking laugh today... I can’t fucking stand myself any longer. I don’t want to be seen this way. I didn’t want to ever feel so alone again, I don’t think I have felt this damaged since 1996. I didn’t want to feel so out of control again, but I am here and I have to do something, quick, to get over it.

desperately seeking help

miedosa HOW THE FUCK DO I ERASE MY GMAIL ACCOUNT?

Which Unwanted
Sexual Gesture Are You?

Made by the fine folks at
daylighttwilight.com

oh, great.

miedosa
i just tried to text-message my boyfriend something sexy, but i think it ended up sounding stalker. great.

If you were sentenced ....

miedosa
to eat just one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? (besides cherry-flavored pez)

borrowed from bustywilde's misadventurous page

miedosa
miedosa

oh, i guess i had nothing better to do.. exept for everything.


You're Lili St. Cyr!


What Classic Pin-Up Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Huey Lewis

miedosa
I am considering going back on meds.. but only if there is a pill that helps to overcome insecurity, heartbreak and alcoholism. And which side effects include anorexia, increased sex drive, clear skin and uncontrollable happiness. The last med I was on, Zoloft, made my emotions stable, left me bored with myself- but, fuck, I didn’t care.. I was fine. Nothing overwhelmed me or scared me much. Should I just accept this is the way I am and try to deal with it?

the significance of blogging

miedosa
I think this blogging stuff is getting on my boyfriend’s nerves, I hope he doesn’t dump me because of it (ahem). And I feel bad- but I really enjoy logging on and reading some pretty funny and sometimes informative shit. For example, I just read a very accurate blog on kissing by sassy @ http://nursesassy.blogspot.com/ . A must read for all men. I am a big fan of the make-out—it could go on forever, ya know? I cannot stress how the right kiss and technique can make of break the deal.
Blogging is also a great place to let it all out—hang loose if you will. Come here and nag, write all that depressing shit that you really can’t share with anyone- unless you don’t mind being a friendless drag. It is really up to the reader whether he/she wants to continue to loiter with you in your wretchedness.
I will continue to escape to your troubles, cause they are so much fucking easier to deal with.. you all keep writing those cleaver articles to keep me smiling—k?

I am so hurt..

miedosa

can you believe mcg at has not linked me on his site!?!?!? I mean, I work for him and don’t get paid for a year... and still no link. I dunno what i did wrong?! oh well, guess i am not worthy..

more quizes-- found this one on spudmonkey's blog

miedosa

You scored as Art Freak. You artsy fartsy kid you. You rock my world. Art Freak 50% Loner 44% Cheerleader/Jock 38% Nerd 19% Punk Ass Kid 6% Loser 0% What's You're Sterotype? created with QuizFarm.com

wow.

yeah, i can relate a little.

miedosa
I am a Leo.
(Also known as "Lion")
My Horroscope starts like this:
" From the early age, Leos are inclined towards drunkennes and extortion. When it comes to anything else, they show a remarkable degree of laziness. As a child, a Leo will typically demand a lot of money from parents, then from friends and even casual aquaintances. " (Read more | Find yours)

i wanted to be a 4

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

whaddaya think of dat??

"Choose a band/artist and answer these questions only in song titles by that band/artist"

miedosa

i 'borrowed this from darth @

Guess what band I chose:

Are you male or female: 52 Girls
Describe yourself: She Brakes for Rainbows
How do some people feel about you: COSMIC THING
How do you feel about yourself: DANCE THIS MESS AROUND
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Detour Thru Your Mind
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: Hero Worship
Describe where you want to be: 53 Miles West of Venus
Describe what you want to be: Queen of Las Vegas
Describe how you live: Follow Your Bliss
Describe your current mood: Runnin' Around
Describe how you love: Whammy Kiss
Share a few words of wisdom: Nip It in the Bud

goodbye march 2005

miedosa
I just got back from out walking my thoughts. My mind raced between adolescent death wishes and formulating a plan. I had lots to write, but I forgot it all. I remember this, though...
I have nothing to offer. I want to be taken care of. I want to make a man feel like a man and in return I want to feel ensconced in the safety of a man. I want someone that finds my quirkiness cute—as opposed to my insanity unpractical.

i think it is time for a new profile picture.

miedosa
this one is begining to look warped.

S.O.S.

miedosa
I feel broken. I don’t speak often because I have nothing left to say. All that is left is uncertainty with a tinge of sadness; nothing worth articulating. There is nothing that fills me, nothing is created and I feel emotions all the time. I need to be changed because I am worn-out and don’t know where to begin.

productive day...

miedosa
did alot. accomplished nothing... yet.

why, o why??

do i sit here and spend time on the internet when i should be doing more productive things with my time?? i was just asking my self when i found this piece of glory on earth:
http://www.pixyland.org/peterpan/
where else am i going to find such poise and beauty?? huh??Enjoy People!

DaRtH!! thanks for the links!!

miedosa

.
Like always ~you rock!!

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pavy!!!!! thanks for the tunes!!!!

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just cruising through images on google and i found this.. i thought it was funny, although slightly in bad taste..
thanks again!

Ten things I think would make my life better, I think.

miedosa

1. money, and lots of it. I mean-- obscene amounts. ok, just enough for shoes, house, bills, and 3 vacations a year would do.
2. having a view of the ocean from my bedroom.
3. being completely disciplined, organized, and in control.
4. owning a BMW 3.0Csi , silver.
5. owning my own business. Not important what kind of business.. as long as it kept me busy and interested long enough.
6. having 10 pairs of jeans that fit perfectly.
7. hating beer, bread, and fried food. (I would automatically drop 20 lbs.)
8. having a dining room in my house.. I live in a tiny house that does not have a dining room and so we usually eat in the living room because the kitchen is too cramped. I hate eating in the living room- we end up watching tv.
9. never again doubt my abilities or feeling afraid to fail.
10. a Jacuzzi tub.. yeah, that would be nice…..

you might find this pathetic..

miedosa but i call this my home away from hell experience... http://www.corona.com/flash/index.php

ahhhhh.

i stole this from http://mcgibfried.blogspot.com/

sorry, creativity is not my 'forte"

My favorite band is______: The Smiths-- The Pixies--
Can I ______ You: smell
______ a tree:Crash into
I play the______: boyfriend's skin flute
Pass the______: Pass the Dutchie on
the left hand side
Kill me______: a cow?
Do______: fun things, always
I have to______: sit still
I feel______: aroused
I______you: Love
Love is______: sad
To be scared is______: obvious
Kiss______:me
Black_____: shoes


off to the deserted isle...
book: captain's verses
cd: exodus
celeb guest: ewan mcgreggor
personal item: ahem.....
food: filet mignon.. mashed potatoes, wine, panqueques con dulce de leche..

perdida, mira lo q'encontre...mi amor

miedosa
te acordas??
mis brazos se sienten inútiles,
sin tu cuerpo envuelto en ellos.
tus besos vuelan en mi mente,
mientras intento concentrarme,
en algún detalle usual y aburrido de mi laburo,
lo cual nunca lograré hacer.
tu ausencia me mata lentamente,

Decisions, decisions

so, how is everyone doing today? down half a pound. want a new job. laughed out loud with the boys. jonah stuffed a pillow in diegos tee-shirt and he fell and could not get up. funny kid stuff. glad i can still laugh at simple silliness. i am hungry but don't know what i want to eat.. what would you eat if you were me?

Tuesday March 8---

miedosa
market list:
toilet paper, meat, that pasta ryan likes, salad stuff, lunch meat, cheese, potatoes, spinach (yummy), case of water, laundry detergent.
then it is off to the tanning salon.
jonah has ot at 4-- he must complete paragraphs 4 and 5 for colony report.
dinner--'filet mignon'--yeah, i wish.
oh yeah, down two lbs. (don't ask how).
i could go on with my boring bliss.......mwuahhh!

watch me self-destruct

miedosa
What is it with me lately?! I feel a huge inequity.. I just want to hide. I know that has to be obvious by my personality (or lack of one, cause I do not want to talk when I am like this). So, I have decided to loose as much weight as possible. Sounds like an ‘after school special’, don’t it? And those stupid shows never have a happy ending.

ryan

miedosa

You Are the Very Gay Peppermint Patty!

Softball is the huge tipoff here... As well as a "best friend" who loves to call her "sir"

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

now i found this funny...

miedosa should i worry??

You Know You Drink Too Much When...

Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream. The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat. The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar When you go to donate blood and they ask what proof? You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and Hotties. You have a "happy hour" at home When you are sober, people ask you what's wrong? You spend all night making a board game called Alcohol Land Although you drove home the other night you can't remember how you got home or where you parked your car "Hi ocifer. I'm not under the affluence of incohol." Your favorite drink is ethanol. "Why does everybody think I have a prinking droblem?! - I don't have a prinking droblem!" "I don't have a drinking prob..pleb..prub.. *hic* Pash me another, tarbender." You can spend a whole night holding up walls to prevent their (your) collapse. You instinctively know where the alcohol is in a store you've never been in before Clubs raise their drink prices because you haven't attended in a while You think beer and ramen make a good breakfast You frequently urinate outdoors. When you first wake up and you're afraid you're gonna die and a half-hour later you're afraid you won't. You fall asleep taking a dump. You believe that spilling a beer is alcohol abuse. You go to the john to hurl, but you take your beer with you. You find it's easier to study drunk. You're on a first name basis at the detoxification center. Beer ads make sense. You wake up to the sound of your dog drinking out of the toilet and you're so dry that it sounds mighty thirst quenching. You wake the next morning and start drinking a few of the half empties left sitting around the room. The space on your driver's license that tells your eye color reads "bloodshot". You fall down a flight of steps and DON'T spill a drop of your beer. You mix your cocktails by the litre. You grow a beard because it stops beer that's running down your chin. You put off urinating in hopes of reaching that near orgasmic Zen-like piss. When the bottle says 20 standard drinks but you only get 5. You spell Alcohol with a capital letter out of respect You lose arguments with inanimate objects. You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth Your career won't progress beyond Senator from Massachusettes. 24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case - coincidence?? - I think not! Two hands and just one mouth... - now THAT'S a drinking problem! "Norm!" is what they say when you enter the bar. You can focus better with one eye closed The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar You fall off the floor. You discover in the morning that liquid cleaning supplies have mysteriously disappeared. Hey, 5 beers has just as many calories as a burger, screw dinner! Beer: it's not just for breakfast anymore. The glass keeps missing your mouth. Vampires get woozy after bitting you. At AA meeting you begin: "Hi, my name is... uh..." Your idea of cutting back is less seltzer. You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom, you fell asleep clothed. - hmm. Every night you're beginning to find your roomate's cat more and more attractive. If you're on a diet, you cut back your food calories to allow for alcohol calories. "Take me drunk, I'm home!" You wake up naked lying in the corner of a bus depot. You drink to get over a hangover. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who drink too much.

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OMG! that previous blog is super lame!

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let's see how long i can bare to see it here..

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

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You Are the Very Gay Tinky Winky!

Purple with a gay pride symbol... how could he not be gay? And that red purse is divalicious!

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i want to pack up my boyfriend--a la louis vuitton

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and take him on a road trip. i want to search for a toilet and a hot cup of coffee. i will not bring him down. i will make him happy and hear him laugh, which, in turn will make me happy. i want to feel speed and safety. there will be no urgency to arrive-- to sleep--and new music will ring familiar and true.

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so you have 5 minutes to pack and meet at the dock for the boat that will take us to the deserted island for a weekend...besides a bathing suit, here is what you need to decide to bring:


1) One music CD i want to wake up listening to....

well i like to play the shit out of what i am listening to.. and,now, that happens to be Doolittle by The Pixies.

2) One book i want to spend the lazy afternoons reading...

Marilyn Monroe Dyed Here: More Locations of America's Pop Culture Landmarks
by Chris Epting
I know, not intellectual --as most of you will have-- but interesting don't you think?

3) One movie DVD i want to watch as the sun goes down...
oh, i don't know! i don't think i would want to watch a movie on a deserted island. but, if forced to watch something, i would want it to make me cry..ok.?

4) One MP3 song *not* on the above CD i want to play (and sing along t0) endlessly on repeat...

Billy Bragg The Milkman Of Human Kindness
i love that song and it reminds me of happiness-RMR-.


5) One snack food i want to eat, whenever i want, with no one making fun of me about it or telling you how many calories are in it..

spicy tuna rolls and beer...of course.

sat 

stolen from darth's blog...

Here are the rules:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.




Add salt, if necessary, and simmer over medium heat 5 to 10 minutes. If desired, drop 2 beaten eggs and green onion over rice, stir. Turn heat off, cover and let stand until eggs are coddled.


from: The Legacy of the Japanese In Hawaii: Cusine
published by: The Japanese Cultural Center of Hawaii. 1989

diego's rockin' first day of school...
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i should be working.. but

i decided to take a nerd test.. and i am the most pathetic of nerds.. apparently.. nerd wannabe.?? wtf is that?




i am so tired of working..i get no-where!!
any rich, good looking, guys that believe in supporting women anymore????

my family christmas day..
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so i posted a shit load of pictures...

miedosa
my brother will probably kill me for putting his picture here... oh well. he should know better than maintain a relationship with me, right?!

my son
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my son
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mate
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my brother and i on our long, long airplane journey
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ouch
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wowowowowow i am back...

miedosa
with a moment for updates:
1. i am totally in love with ryan. he is all i think about. Scary as hell.
2. fixed my nose.. has not made the difference in my life i thought it would--but i do not regret it.
3. trying to work again and considering going back to school.
4. probably moving in with ryan by summer:)
5. blah, blah, bawl, etc.