Ohmigod. Ég er svo ógeðslega............. fucking horny.

Þjáist alvarlega af kvilla núna sem gengur í daglegu tali undir heitinu CFS. Cock fever syndrome.

Og þegar það gerist, þá fæ ég Rusell Crowe á heilann. Or just anything with a gigantic........ sausage.

Australian sausge.

- posted by Anjelica @ 4:34 e.h.

 

Something for you kids out there.
- posted by Anjelica @ 10:27 f.h.

 
I believe in....... Burt Reynolds today.

Ohmigod. Ég var rétt í þessu dæmd í vinnunni!! Fríkin sem vinna með mér ákváðu að DÆMA MIG!!! Fools!! Fools!! (Allt af því að ég sagðist elska allt homo erotic, en bara af því að Tæknimaðurinn var að djóka með það að kveikja í typpinu á H the Son! AND I'M THE FREAK?!?!!? ME?!!?! I?!?!?! ) Þetta fólk hefur greinilega ekki séð Brokeback Mountain. Og allir þeir sem ekki ELSKA þessa mynd, eru bara fífl. Flón! Og ég fékk engan stuðning frá systir minni! Mínu eigin blóði! No christmas gifts for her this year.......... :(

I'm going to take a lover. Somebody who believes in the true beauty of homo erotica. Someone who's nuts. Someone like me.

- posted by Anjelica @ 4:06 e.h.

 
Fallegu stelpurnar farnar að sofa

I'm such a feckin' eejit!! Aye, Donegal. An eejit I am!!
Ég girnist ungan mann. Sem er sonur manns. Er ég eitt sinn girntist líka.
Ojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj. Eru til hópar sem hjálpa fólki eins og mér??
"Hi. My name is Lady X. And to me, Cat Stevens' Father & Son has a totally different meaning......" Ojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj. En eins og með svo margt, þá eykst bara hvötin/löngunin/þörfin í jöfnu hlutfalli við það sem maður berst á móti því.

Stórir strákar fá raflost. Smá Bubbastuð í dag í vinnunni hjá mér. Ég stend sem sagt ein fyrir þessu stuði. En ég er að fara út að borða í kvöld. Afmælisútaðborða, af því að pabbi á 62ja ára afmæli núna eftir helgi. And I'm so gonna eat like a hog............
- posted by Anjelica @ 11:32 f.h.

 
Eye spy

Ég svaf í 5 tíma og vaknaði kl.07:20 í morgun. Surely, that's not normal. Surely, people don't do that on a regular basis. Surely, that's wrong.
- posted by Anjelica @ 3:46 e.h.

 
I don't even notice she's gone

Og nú er nýtt uppáhaldslag búið að ryðja sér til rúms hjá mér. "Most of the time" með Bob Dylan er æðislegt. Og mig langar náttúrulega helst að æla yfir ykkur öllum textanum, en hér kemur smá brot:

Most of the time, I'm halfway content
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside
I don't compromise and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time

Og þetta er svo æðislegt lag!! *Sljúúúúúúrp*

Annars er ekki baun að frétta. Mig langar í hund. Eða bara nokkurn veginn eitthvað kælidýr. En samt ekki hamstur. They freak me out, dude.
- posted by Anjelica @ 2:25 e.h.

 
"Rebel Yell" m/Billy Idol.

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
BecauseIn the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with youI dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for youI'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
BecauseIn the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
Oh yeah little babyshe want more
More, more, more, more, more.
Oh yeah little babyshe want more
More, more, more, more.

Ohhh, þetta lag er svo viðbjóðslega gott. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
- posted by Anjelica @ 4:52 e.h.