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So having a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] shansgrl  WE start talking about what mind sluts we are (i.e. in our mind the men that given an infinite amount of time would not be able to walk for month after a few hours with us.)

BEWARE THIS IS AN IMAGE HEAVY POST OF DROOL WORTHY MEN. (Abucket will be provided, bring your own smelling salts!)

So following this I present you my list of must do men. (I admit it - I have a thing for Canadian men - seriously count them here. What do they feed these boys?)

Here there be pics of my favourite men! )
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 I'll apologise now for the lack of Photoshopped images - and for the fact this mix is only 8 tracks long. I have written an exposition as to how or why these lyrics fit for me, and how I feel they stood out for me. So without further ado here it is;

A Very Kara/Lee Fan Mix

Read more... )


Fan Mix Listing and Link

www.sendspace.com/file/ooky7c

Natalie Imbrugllia “Smoke”
Pink “Family Portrait”
Kelly Clarkson “Where is Your Heart”
Bjork “Play Dead”
Kelly Clarkson “Because of You”
Katy Perry “Hot 'n' Cold”
Kings of Leon “Sex on Fire”
Gavin Rossdale “Adrenaline”
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 Or even wanted to interject it into a fic (though be careful there, get a Brit to look it over or you could have a comedic entry not a serious drama fic on your hands) Here is your one stop shop for all things Brit Slang

http://www.effingpot.com/slang.shtml
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Utterly snurched from [livejournal.com profile] padfootthegrim comes my battle cry meme(???) I fear this line may be used over Christmas with the in-laws, be it towards the boy, some mofo who beats me at fucking cards, like normal, or at the stove who apparently HATES me. So here it is. LAUGH - go on!

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Stalking over the wasteland, carrying a sharpened screwdriver, cometh Angelicalangie! And she gives a spectacular scream:

"I'm going to smash you so utterly, your timbers will shiver!"

Find out!
Enter username:
Are you a girl, or a guy ?

created by beatings : powered by monkeys

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 I am not normally one to sit and throw everything out in the open, but sometimes I wind up not knowing what else to do. Right now I hate myself. Right now I am doubting my relationship, and my worthiness to be loved, right now I believe everything my father ever said about me, and right now I am terrified I am becoming him.

Last night for the first time I seriously slapped my boyfriend on the shoulder as hard as I could (I may have pulled my slap a little I dunno any more). I was so angry I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. I had spent an hour on a bus journey that takes 30 mins usually, for half an hour of that journey I was receiving calls every five minutes along the lines of “where are you?” Which made me feel defensive, then when I got to my rendezvous we had a row – to which I stormed off, too cool down, I called him over and I said to get on with getting to the restaurant a couple mins down the street.

The next thing I heard was him saying was “If you are going to dawdle and waste my time them I'm going in here.” Here being a computer games store. I looked at him as he walked in and asked “What are you doing?” and he said well it's not like you are walking anywhere in specific.” I lost my temper, and slapped him (he was wearing a big thick wool coat – so he never felt much - according to him).

I cooled off explained what I had been trying to do before his sojourn into the gaming store and we went down to the restaurant. Whilst he was getting the drinks I made the decision that I should break up with him. He deserves better than that. So when he came back, I told him to sit down and calmly (as much as you can be when there are tears involved.)

I explained that I couldn't make a promise that I was never going to do it again, I couldn't see the future and if I had done it once, then there was every chance I was going to do it again. I also explained that it was something that my father would have done to me, were he angry – and that I was terrified that I was turning into him and that if I were, I would only ever escalate.

He sat and smiled at me, then laughed and said it didn't hurt. That he probably deserved it, that he hadn't listened and it was his fault. Then he proceeded to tell me I couldn't become my father I'm the wrong sex (think literal and you get my boyfriends thinking – he was trying to make light of the whole thing). I was crying and he forgave me – and I feel it was unforgivable. As it stands we are still together.

I have been a mess today. I spoke about it with a friend and she said she's done the same to her husband, and that it was okay to do so. But, really, is it? If we saw a guy doing it to a woman we would be all over him in a New York minute for abuse, so why is there this double standard. I sure as hell don't hold me to it – notice me hating myself here.

I still hate me for this. I can't promise I won't do it again. I never have before, but I dunno about the future now that I have. I spoke to him about it half an hour ago and he was all “I'm over it, so should you be.” and “It doesn't matter and it wasn't even that hard.” but does that matter, how hard a hit is? Would we say the same to a man? No we would tell the girl to cut and run. Instead I am being told it is okay and I know it isn't. I gave him the option to walk away. |And he refuted it, and now says we are all right, that it means nothing.

I have all his forgiveness, I have my friends forgiveness, but really should I be forgiven for such an act. I am guilty of (technically) assault. Shouldn't I be in the dock with the other abusers? Shouldn't I be vilified and hated. I am no better than any wife beater in my mind … what about yours?
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A friend of mine was writing about malapropism's today and it got me thinking about the things my family used to 'pick on' each other about. here is mine;

For years the joke was that I had dyslexia. I added words, skipped others out and spelt things wrong. (From became Frome) It wasn't hard to find where that came from, my mother had the same issue. My mother however felt that were I labelled with dyslexia, far from it enabling me to have specialised teaching and not feel like I were miles behind my peers, but she felt that it would hinder me, throw me on a waste heap and I would never work, marry or be of use to society and so during her lifetime I was never assessed.

Eight months following her passing in October 2004 I had a final in Research Methods and Statistics that made me want to put my head through a computer screen and the invigilator took me to one side and suggested that I were screened for dyslexia.

Off I toddled and into an assessment some 3 weeks later. 3.5 hours after walking in and in the midst of a pregnancy scare (No I wasn't, thank god) my ordeal of an assessment was finally over. The Educational Psychologist had made his determination, and a report sent off.

Two weeks later I was read the report. I apparently am an underachiever - I have an IQ of 124 two standard deviations above average and only 8 points shy of Mensa (bugger, I missed it) and there were THIRTEEN different markers for dyslexia - somehow during my twenty year educational career, at that point, they - literally all teachers, had missed this revelation!!!

Needless to say from and Frome are still jokes these days - my mothers dyslexia tell? She spelt Cornflakes Cronflakes, At least i know where I get that from. If only I knew where my blonde hair came from both parents and grandparents were brunettes or raven haired... that's a story for another day!
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I am ill again - I am certain it has gone to my chest via my throat.

And what am I doing?

Seeing my via travel - I am death warmed up and carrying a laptop gah!
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Found a nifty little sight which had me giggling

http://www.tailhook.org/AVSLANG.htm

All I can say is this group of me read more like little boys than I ever gave them credit for!
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Bitchfest alert! When is Microsoft (aka microshaft) going to admit to leaving dilapidated code in its Vista software - without a patch to fix it? I am currently experiencing BlacK Screen Of Death (KSOD) which is where an MS or any other update disrupts the OS Code and renders it to itself as a pirated copt OS - and whose idea was it to launch such a fragile OS to begin with?

There are three options for me - New OS which at over £100 is out of my budget - it is more than I get in assistance to survive on for a fortnight. 2. try and hit the registry up with my other half and try and attempt to fix it or three, throw in the towel and use Ubuntu for the rest of my life get a second HDD reformat that to FAT32 and then copy all files on my current HDD to it so it works.

Life is never easy and I am sincerely considering a move to MAC products and saving up for it. Purely because I have never heard of such lunacy - not only that, but Mac is easy and simple and intuitive to utilize - microsoft like to over complicate shit - I am angry in ways I have never been before. At least I have an answer as to why it is happening - if not a solution!

*Note my emoticon is of Kara Thrace (Battlestar Galactica - if you did not know) Leaning over Leoben Conoy ad stabbing him to death with, I like to think a tuning fork  - more pain that way. This exactly exemplifies my anger towards Microsoft!
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In bold are the lyrics that sometimes I feel (Beware the swear)

Holy cow batman here be lyrics! )


And for those wondering nope, not depressed or fed up just in a malaise of ah what the hell and fuck it all. I just wanna be on the outside of it all, looking in the window and wondering what it all is worth. I want to question the world and hold it to a ransom and find out its value. I want to poke and prod all the beliefs and thoughts of the world and run it all through a statistical analysis and see if they hold validity and statistical relevance!
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I am nearly 30 - my biggest ambition is to be a writer and to have kids. So yeah I really DON'T know what to do with my life. I am not career minded at all. I was never briught up to be that. No one sat me down and said have a game plan - everyone was working from the crib sheet of the 1950's.

So now I am expected to want to do something for the REST OF MY LIFE. I studied psychology in university - and there are parts that fascinate me - but - I can't imagine being there forever. That said I have done nothing for the last year and I am stagnant.

I want a future, bright shiny ones are out of stock at the moment, so I will take anything and work from there. My biggest want is to be a writer. but feel that that will never happen. I am beholden to fears not inserted by experience or many rejections. But placed by a paternal figure who had no business being a father. And certainly had no business handing out advice.

I have no clue where to go for the future and everyone expects me to get a job and be happy - but I can't even work out what to do. I have experience up the wazoo of customer service - but if I spend too much time there I am going to killl myself mentally. But I can not experience anywhere else and I have no idea on how to change 'career direction'.

I feel like I am at the end of my tether. I go for job interviews these days and I am being looked at as though I am about to have kids. Chances are no. The boyfriend I have is currently putting up so many road blocks and hurdles to overcome I will be 50. But no employer wants to hear that. SO getting a job is impossible.

I have fucking well had it!
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I head up and am solely responsible at the moment for the UK /Europe operations of the Stargate Atlantis Rewind - as such I get to do nifty things like make vids and snark at my fave episodes - today i had to make a new vid (took 2 hours) to promote the fact we are changing times and heading into our second season. So without much more preamble ramble I present to you my vid - please view, comment and if you like it download it. I promise it is virus free!


Title: SGA Rewind UK Season 2 Promo Vid
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Episode: The Seige pt 2
Music:Illuminates - Hurt
Sunmary: The Battle Rages
rate: none
warning: none
format: .Windows

Dailymotion Streaming Link - http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xfm8nh_sgarewind-uk-season-2-promo-vid_shortfilms

Sendspace download Link - http://www.sendspace.com/file/cc9osa

Storytime

Nov. 12th, 2010 04:56 pm
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Let me tell you a story 8 or 9 years ago I had a dentist - who happened to be going through a hell of a nasty divorce. (And by nasty I mean the guy took her to the cleaners girls and boys) I was a merry 20/21 year old at this point and marched in for a routine filling extraction and reseating (Happens a lot with metal fillings - I want ceramic replacements) So I sit in her chair and smile politely then comes the shocker (when I am laying back mouth open and half a ton of metal already seated in there) "I am going to take this filling out with out anaesthesia - you shouldn't feel a thing, raise a hand if it does.

BIG FRAKKING GULP INSERTED HERE. My eyebrows raise, anxiety goes through the roof and nausea starts - as does the drill. INSERT MORE GULPS.

She drills out a significant amount and then the inevitable happens and yowsers!!! I raise my hand, she ignores. I slap the arm rest then raise, by this point I am all but levitating here.

"Are you ok there?" She asks - and I swear to god the amount of profanity going through my head indicated that no I most certainly was not OK.

"No!!!! Pain! Please knock me out with a hammer - I'll take concussion over that!"

"Put your hand down - you felt no pain." And she is back, talking to the dental nurse about her a~"£$%"@ of a husband, whilst tears - real tears, are running down my face. She finally finishes the drilling and upon noticing my tears does she comfort me or apologise.

DOES SHE HECK AS LIKE!!

"Oh come on stop being so melodramatic." She gets the amalgum (The metal filling stuff) and begins stuffing it into the area. She seals it and sends me out. I blink at my mum and we leave. I don't have her again until my wisdom extractions (Yes, she anaesthatised me for that one) And I have had fillings done by someone else at the practice, but never with her again.

So why am I telling you this.

Well I have three small issues with my mouth (Four if you include that sometimes I run off at it and occassionally have verbal diahorrea - but that is neither here nor there)

1. I have TMJ - or at least I have every symptom for it - what this means is my jaw joint is screwed to hades and well that is never fun - PAIN

2. 3 maybe 4 months ago - probably longer - I had a filling drop out. And yes, boys and girls, it has taken THIS long to get that sorted out

3. My wisdom tooth has finally, finally made its full announcement to the world - aka it came through fully. Before now it was half occluded by gum and as such made it danged hard, if not impossible to clean it. Explains why it is half rotten then.

I need these fixed - I need it done soon. I am not in pain from my teeth - don't mean I want to go borrowing that trouble too. So I got brave. I lost my old dentist because I no longer had the money for the private dental insurance (Yes even in the UK we have health and dental insurances - don't act so surprised) And I have had to find a new dentist - I called one and I am kinda glad they don't take NHS patients cause they seemed a little up themselves, and the second I tried seemed young (Not too young) and very kind - bonus for me - I have an appointment to get everything sorted out on Tuesday.

Its also taken severe pain to the point of sobbing and screaming to get to this point. Says something - not sure what though ... Could you fill that blank?
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This is an "actual letter" from an Austin, Texas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2009 Editors' Choice award-winner for the best letter sent via e-mail.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.

But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now.  As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'

Isn't the human body amazing?

As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.

The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'

Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?  FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.

Always. . ...

Wendi Aarons
Austin , TX
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So yes I went bra shopping today and apparently with no discernable or appreciable weight gain on the weighing scales my current size jeans are tighter than normal, and my bra size in the cup is now a full size bigger. I am now a 38 ... G? Like seriously? I am not as big as Anna Nicole smith. I am big sure but yeesh that is odd.

Marks and Spencers have definately screwed their sizing becuase bra's that are relatively new and an F cup still fit, and my size normal size jeans - exact replicas of my new ones are baggy as fuck, so really what gives? Despondant and miserable I give it up to myself that I am more than likely a ...

Big, fat, fucking heffer!


Its the only conclusion I have.

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On this day, 6 years ago, the world lost a part of it's heart. My mum was a woman who would always listen, who loved and always cared for those around her. I celebrate her life today, instead of mourn my loss. Today is extra reason to love more, take less and live to the fullest. May you rest peacefully mum. I love you with everything I have - especially after this time. It does not diminish - it only strengthens. Xxx


In the spirit of this I will tell a story of my mum.


My mum was the go to girl, she was the one I could talk to who understood me, accepted me and loved me unflinchingly and unfailingly. I wasn't perfect and as a child I would scare the bejeezers out of her. Other days I would irritate her. When I was three I had a friend – Warren, who lived opposite me. Our mum's got along well and during the summer they would hang out on the flat roof, whilst we played.


One such day our mum's were completely engrossed in conversation and Warren and myself found ourselves in my bathroom. I looked at Warren and smiled and suggested being like grown-ups. He looked at me puzzled – I returned the idea to him and said, well our mummies wash our hair, lets be like them. He grinned. I realised we needed to wet our hair, and tried to turn the taps to no avail. Faced with this quandary I put all my three year old ingenuity and problem solving skills to the test and came up with a fairly genius idea.


Catch the water from the flush of a toilet – it was clean before it sat at the bottom, in my mind and so I used that reasoning to use the water. Hair wet I looked around for the shampoo. I picked up the first thing to come to hand (after quite a bit of climbing I must add) and put it on both out hair. It didn't foam. So I put more on it – still no foam. Must need more water was my reasoning. Lets put it this way - thirty minutes went past and my mother came in, to find the top half of the house flooded. And the “shampoo” still hadn't foamed. As for what was in my best friends hair, and mine – well it wasn't shampoo, that's for certain. It was bathroom strength cream cleanser. My blonde hair had never been so blonde!


Lets put it this way. My mum saw the funny side in the deduction of what had happened. And for years afterwards managed to tell the story. One other thing, because of the story telling to anyone who would listen, or the showing of baby pictures – including a rather large one on permanent display at my parents house. I do not have any qualms with showing my baby picture as can be seen below – this is my mum (Aged 36 years – now you know where the lack of aging comes from with me and myself as a baby!)


 

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 Yes I left one thing out yesterday - my scanner has died *plays a mournful dirge about it all* but as my boy pointed out - I can take a photo. 

So I present the Autograph!

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OK My area is FOREVER being used as film and television locations so when I walked out of my front door and saw yet another film crew I was all oh great I am going to be late for my jobcentre appointment. Then I saw police cars and I was all Ok... this looks ... interesting. Then I see Bradley Walsh and I am all OMFG Jamie Bamber will be around here ... then I see him lounging on one of the police cars! SQUEE. But of course I was majorly running late to the job centre and I needed to be there, so I took a quick photo, with Jamie leaning on the squad car.



Before dashing off. I was shaking with excitement, grabbed bus got to jobcentre and saw adviser who noticed I was a little goofy - (A little?!?!) and I explained what was going on and how big of a fan girl I was and he fast tracked me out. YAY for awesome advisers!!!

So I grab bus back to my house which did I mention is opposite where filming is and I grab one of my BSG companion books and dash out of my apartment, hoping they are all there, they were. I ask one of the crew if I could get an autograph and the guy goes "Yeah he's over there, he's cool" So I walk over and where I got the gumption from I has no clues, I walk up to him and say; "Excuse me sir, (yes I am a dork) may I have your autograph please?" BRILLIANT SMILE and he say "Of course!" and then I pass him the book. And we get swamped with crew members reading it over his shoulder, teasing him - good naturedly (Bradley Walsh turns and says; "Look at those cheekbones!" to which Jamie says "I was younger then." Bradley then turns to me and says "Do you have a camera or a mobile phone?" Yes! (I honestly forgot I had it in my pocket) "Great!" he says "Show me how to use it!" I am stunned this is like fan girl heaven right - I died and got to live a fan girl moment - Right?!?



We position our selves for the photo, and they ask my name (Angela - though friends call me Angel) and I mention I had noticed everything going on when going to the job centre Jamie actually said "I'm sorry to hear that" which is so sweet. Then he says "What are you looking to do?" to which I reply "i am trying to be a rehabilitation therapist, I graduated psychology at uni last year, but jobs are a little scarce." He signs my book, I say thank you, shake his hand and he wishes me the best.

I am incredibly lucky. I have spent an incredible week talking about Lee Adama (His character on BSG) and fan girling online - and then I get to meet the man, not having traveled anywhere, spent money, nothing. I musta have been a good girl this year - santa just delivered early!!!
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 I am guessing I am just a little bit sensitive to certain words. I read a wonderful and eloquent LiveJournal entry by a friend of mine, that detailed her teen years. I won't go into details here, her story, is not my own. But walking down the street on Saturday I was strongly reminded of the entry.

I was in Sutton, the town I currently live in meeting up with my best friend (whom I think of as a little sister – there is a year between us, so for all intents and purposes entirely possible IMHO) and her dad. We had had a lovely afternoon of tea and conversation, and were walking down the main street of the town and there were a group of youths. Not one of them were over 24, they were there for some reason – but those reasons were rather obscure – I still don't know why they were there.

This gets long, but keep going. I hope it is worth the read! )

Spirit Day

Oct. 6th, 2010 02:11 am
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] neo_prodigy at Spirit Day
 


It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.

RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)

REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.


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