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It was my friend Julia's birthday on Saturday, so we went out to some bar and then some club. I was happy because I love to go dancing and I really don't get to do it very often. I should work up the nerve to just go out by myself, since I spend the whole night alone anyway, but I'm too chicken. we went to the Limelight, which I've never been to before. it looked really sleezy, but I knew all the songs so that made the dancing Much fun. I sat down for the first half hour that we were there and I had a shot! My very first ever! I can't remember what it was, but it was sweet. once I got up on the dance floor, I didn't get off of it again. I danced continuously for three and a half hours. my knees were Dead after that, and in fact I'm still feeling a little bit of pain in my left knee, but my feet were just fine. this in spite of the fact that I was wearing brand new boots for the first time ever. two guys hit on me that night. the second guy was not so much of a problem except that he kept grabbing me arm or the back of my head so he could yell in my ear. I kept having to remove his hands from my person. he yelled "WHAT'S YOUR NAME??" I yelled "MY NAME IS 'I HAVE A BOYFRIEND'." I don't, but I didn't want to be bothered. I just wanted to dance. when I tell you about the first guy, you'll understand. I want to stop here and say how dissaponted I am that "What's your name?" has become the pick-up line of choice for so many people. I'm sorry, but I require a little bit more effort than that. How about a nice corny line in the area of how wonderful I am? It doesn't matter if it's true - I know you're lying to me, but you're so much more endearing when you Try. Anyway, the first guy who hit on me was really nice looking. god knows what his name was - he had the thickest accent. He was from Brazil. He mosied on up to my little dancing group and kept getting closer to me. Eventually he was close enough to me that we were dancing together, which was okay. Really I prefer dancing by myself because I like to have a lot of space to move around, but dancing with a good looking guy has its own appeal. apparently I smelled good. I don't know what that was aboout because I wasn't wearing any purfume and as far as I can remember I didn't put any deoderant (sp) on that morning. I must sweat rose oils. So then he kissed my neck. That's a bad thing. I'm so hypersensative on my neck, really. I should have walked away then, but I gave him another chance. I told him if he did it again I'd be dancing alone. he said "Okay, sure!" and then he did it again. so I shoved him away and danced alone. Little while later I'm dacing with my friend and the guy comes up behind me and puts his hands on my boobs. yeah. this is the part where I punch him in the teeth. only I didn't. I don't respond well on the spot. I took his hands off of my BOOBS! and told him to go away, which he did. He grabbed my boobs. I'm so upset about that now. Much more upset than I was at the moment. Really not happy. Some strange guy grabbed my boobs. what's that about? what kind of nerve do you have to have? I told my friend Eric (who I used to have a huge crush on) that this happened, but he didn't offer to beat the guy up for me. I told my best friend it happened and he said it was a good thing he wasn't there because he Would Have beaten the guy up for me. It made me feel better to know that someone would have defended my honour if they'd had the chance. Also, at the end of the night, in between hugs and kisses, Eric said to me "I don't know what it is, but you have this air of confidence about you now, and I'm really liking it." I said "Thank you, Eric." and I really meant it. that was a nice thing to say. they were friendly hugs and kisses, by the way. Eric is Julia's boyfriend. anyway, I had lots of fun. I love to dance. I don't love to be touched by strange men, but I do so love to dance. So that's my story. Isn't it weird? Nothing like that's ever happened to me before. |
im on to you. |
I love to go dancing, too. I love old clubs with next to no people on the dance floor and good music. I have never had the guts to go by myself either. I used to have a friend who was bi-sexual and into me. She used to beat away the annoying guys so I didn't have to worry about it. |
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if that ever happens to me again I'm going to punch someone. anyone. just a random dancer-byer who looks like they deserve a punch. "dancer-byer". man, I'm funny. Eric used to touch my boobs all the time, but we were just joking around. he used to say that my boobs were so big, they had their own gravitational pull. and then he'd pretend to be helpless as his hands were pulled towards me. He was a funny, funny man. |
And if you're rolling your eyes and thinking, "Duh...I am so over Ishmael! Move on, please!" well, missy, you disappeared for a while and we need to be updated. So there. |
them in on his nuts, brazilian or not. |
a couple of weeks ago (on my birthday) myself and two other girls were just sitting there talking about how we adore Eric. girls love him, and he has No Clue! Jerk! |
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I can think of no other excuse for behavior like that. Of course I'm secretly envious. But, that's just because I'm a gentleman. And, would never be so crude. |
sister. Dirty! you should have gone for the nuts. Those boots are made for squashin'. |
yes, it looks very slimey, but I knew the words to all the songs so I was mostly happy. happy happy. I'm going to see "40 Days and 40 Nights" tonight. Why? Because Helen is sad. |
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For those who like cheap sex jokes. |
at first I thought he was flirting with me, but now it seemed he was flirting with Jamie. And Jamie, probably without realizing it, flirted back. Then again, I could be imagining things. |
I have spent all of the paycheque I got only yesterday. part of it went towards my rent and part of it went towards the citronella (sp) spray collar I had to buy for my dog. prevention against being evicted! I think it's working, though. only one more week until Backlash and Hogan's victory!! IknowitIknowit he's going to win. I was right about him going good, wasn't I? and then I get to go to the Hardrock and look at Adam, who is cute. it's nice to be a little bit boycrazy. I never used to be allowed. I can do anything I want now. me me me me me me me. today my friend said "You're not nearly as needy as you used to be." (a couple of weeks ago!) and then he said "Well, you're still needy." It's true - I love to be the centre of attention! EVREYBODY LOOK AT ME. I'm having so much fun. James mooned me, you know. I saw his little bum. he made up for it by buying me a bunch of drinks. then I went home and called Ron: "I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and I'm SO glad I know you, and I'm really really greatful for everything you've done for me, and I really really love you." isn't it fun when you do that? I haven't cried since March 31st. |
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The junk is falling apart, rapidly, and all at once. |
the inside of that store is several levels of hell. |
I hate going to furniture stores of any kind. The sales reps are too busy to help you, and it is hard to tell in some of the upper level stores when you are getting the same crap as you would get from a furniture outlet store. You would be surprised how many furniture manufacturers make and send their furniture to the high end stores and you pay thousands when they also sell it to the outlet stores and you can get the exact same thing for $400, with the only difference being a lack of choices in fabrics. Good luck finding some nice furniture. |
If you can make it yourself, use through-tenon construction and good wood. |
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I like Ikea whole bucnhes of lots. I saw Security supervisor Steve drive by in his little car this afternoon. He honked at me. tee hee! My friend made up a little song for me: MELANIE MELANIE LI LI LI LI LI LI LI! (that's 7 LI's) whenever I try and sing it he tells me I'm doing it wrong. So...Sprint or Bell? |
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Here's a sneak peak of my new house which I just signed the contract for today: http://dougieb.koolhost.com/IM000034.jpg and http://dougieb.koolhost.com/IM000034.jpg Hopefully we'll be in by the first of June or sooner, whichever comes first. The previous house I had posted about was a piece of crap and we backed out of the deal. I dig the attic windows -- looks like the Amityville Horror house. I wouldn't be surprised if I get home from work late one evening and find 2 little red eyes peering out from it. Could happen -- Amityville's only about 15 miles up the road from me -- maybe Jody jumped ship to my place. One never knows, does one? |
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Seriously, though, it is a beautiful house. If the one you are buying looks like it, congratulations. |
Actually that's an old kitchen cupboard -- everything's being ripped out and redone. It doesn't really look like the Amityville house -- it's just got similar attic windows, which my girlfriend didn't appreciate me pointing out the similarity of. She says she's going to have nightmares about what's in the attic now. For Halloween, I'm definitely going to rig something up with 2 red eyes glowing from inside the windows. Probably nobody will even see it, but I'll know it's there. |
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I've searched for the original Amityville film...the one depicting the teenage son shooting his entire family. All i can find is that crappy one with that cocksucker who is married to that horrid Streisand lady. They move in after the teen son kills his family, as I understand it, so its not one of the sequels. Do you know the version of the movie im talking about? No one ever seems to know. But i saw it as a kid, scared the patooty out of me. |
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Though the one im thinking of does have the kid doing his sister. |
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Dir- Damiano Damiani This sequel to the hit 1979 film is more of a rip-off then a prequel to the events of the Lutz family, this time the DeFeo clan is shown and the days before the brutal murders are played out. The young teenage boy hears voices in the house and begins to engage in some incestuous behavior toward his sister. As with The Shining, the house drives the youth to murder and well you know the rest. A lot more bloody and less interesting then the first film, you will have more fun counting the numerous anachronisms present in this waste. |
I recall that the second in the series was sort of a prequel. This most likely is the one you are thinking of. The history channel did a show about the murders, but it wasnt entirely accurate, and seemed to me to be more about ratings than actual facts. Ocean Avenue in Amityville is a nice street, but the closer you get to Merrick road, the seedier it gets. It is actually right on the border of Copiague, which is definitely seedy, and a good place to buy drugs. Well...It used to be anyway. 4 of them were direct to video releases, 2 were TV movies, and the only the first 3 were shown in the theaters. 1.Amityville Horror, The (1979) 2.Amityville II: The Possession (1982) 3.Amityville 3-D (1983) 4.Amityville: The Evil Escapes (1989) (TV) 5.Amityville Curse, The (1990) (V) 6.Amityville 1992: It's About Time (1992) (V) 7.Amityville: A New Generation (1993) (V) 8.Amityville: Dollhouse (1996) (V) 9.Amityville 2000 (2000) (TV) |
I never knew it was a prequel. Now thats clear. Thanks. |
Holy crap, I had no idea there were so many movies about it. I only saw the James Brolin one. I remember reading the book in a high school math class. |
If you can find it, let me know, but if not, send me a video tape and return envelope or whatever, and i will run you a copy of mine. It is just that mine has some bad lines in the very beginning when they are moving into the house. The second one was the story of the family, through the eyes of the son (murderer). He said that he was possessed by a demon and that is why he killed his family. The second one seems crappy unless you understand it is from the mind of the murderer itself and a one sided story. Damn, I am going to have to watch that tonite! I am trying to remember which one was about the "demon" in the basement and it wanted a teenage girl. They lived in the actual Amityville house and at the end the demon flew out the window or some shit like that. I can't remember which one that is, but it has been so many years since I have seen it that I would like to see it again. |
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So do you prefer SF to LI, Christopher? Probably a dumb question, SF is a beautiful city. Will have to check out the house, and yes, would be interested in seeing the place in Massapequa. |
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except perhaps for michigan, and maybe colorado but in smaller populations |
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I do think that we are different when we live on the coast, though. The culture and overall lifestyle is different. Attitudes are different. I loved coastal living. I hated mid-western living. The mid-west sucks. In the mid west there is no pride in where you live or how you live. They don't take care of anything and they don't care. They revel in stupidity and punish children for using proper grammar. There is filth everywhere and no one cares. Everything is done second rate. No one cares. It is awful. They call it a slower paced way of life, and it is slower paced, but so slow that no one does dishes, feels like they need to work to provide for their families, and they don't bother to do regular maintenance on their house unless the city tells them to. People intentionally rent places that have been condemned, because the rent is cheaper. And don't get me started on the education system there. I am already fighting writing a strongly worded letter to "The Kansas City Star" regarding our experiences there and the effects it has had on my daughter since we have moved here. I spent 2 1/2 hours with Hayley's teacher yesterday, going over Hayley's work and progress and comparing the curriculums of the different schools. I left in tears, not because of my daughter's abilities or her work or her progress (she is working hard and doing the best we can expect, but she still may flunk a grade to get caught up because of their curriculum and her previous teachers incompetencies). Anyways, living on a coast is a definately different lifestyle. |
I'm sorry you had a lousy time in texas. I have friends who I met long after they had moved from Texas, and they all pretty much were happy to get out. The only guy I know who wanted to move back was this beautiful surfer guy from Corpus Christie. He liked the water better. I agree, it most certainly is different living on the West Coast, as opposed to the East coast, but I'm certain I would feel the same if it were the opposite. Either way, I would probably hate Boston wherever I originated from. The friends I have from back East are always there when I need them, despite my having moved to SF 9 years ago. I have good friends here, but my friends from NY have never left my life. |
Everyone I know thinks I am from Boston, like I have some accent of something. They say I would like it there, because of the whole Irish thing, not realizing that I am more italian than Irish, I just wound up with the Irish skin and green eyes. I would like to spend some time on the east coast for a comparison, but haven't made it there yet. |
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As for Eric touching my boobs being the same as some strange guy grabbing at me, WTF, the difference is in the state of mind of the grabbie (me). Eric, as a close friend, has permission to touch my boobs in the course of roughousing. He may Not do it in a sexual way (and let me assure you, breast-grabbing can quite often be very non-sexual), as that would be cheating on his lovely girlfriend. Some strange guy in a club, however, does not have permission to touch my boobs in any way whatsoever without prior spoken consent. I hope this clears things up for you. In the future please do not assume that you know more about a situation than you do. Thank you. |
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I see dave didn't answer my question to him. Not sure how to take that post and link from him -- either a not so subtle jab at what he perceives to be me and my lifestyle, or just a humorous article he happened upon and thought I would enjoy. I'm hoping the latter. |
looks like he just let some slip through. |
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no, i was going to go off on a dave-style, overly dramatic tirade about what kind of a lame-o i am and then decided not to. |
I have a copy of Deep Throat and still get a chuckle out of it. It's one of those movies that are so bad they're funny. |
which i ended up discussing with the waitress and a cute punk guy at the counter at the produce store's cafe. it's really nice when you find yourself in a subculture where people have actually read the same books as you and have intellegent opinions about them. rather than "ew. morbid." "creepy" and "shouldn't you read something a little more... 'classic?'" |
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I apologize if any of you are getting emails from someone else using the Daniel name and return addy... It's not me. I know something is screwey because several of my friends have emailed and asked if I sent them links or added them to a list... Anybody else having this problem? Anybody know how to stop such intracomputer piracy? |
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http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=73&e=3&cid=73&u=/zd/20020426/tc_zd/5106830 |
It was funny though. Everytime the cops would raid the theaters where it was playing, as soon as they would leave, another copy would be delivered. And, they were back in business. |