“I didn’t press charges any of these times. Some of them I didn’t even tell anyone about. I am posting this not to revel in my bad experiences, but to show that the real circumstances of real rape don’t always look like we think they should. Rapists are not just evil men who jump out of the bushes. Rape can happen even if you were drunk, even if you stayed still instead of kicking and biting, even if you had an orgasm, even if you liked the guy, even if you had consented to sex with him previously. The lies we are told about what rape silence us. If we aren’t even sure that we have been raped, how can we seek justice?”

This post on College Call Girl is very powerful. Just read it.

Especially the ladies.

And this is absolutely disgusting. Things like that make me lose faith in the justice system and the world in general.

“An automaton (plural: automata) is a self-operating machine. The word is sometimes used to describe a robot, more specifically an autonomous robot. Used colloquially, it refers to a mindless follower.”

GoodNight.

I really really should be studying but I CAN’T STOP WATCHING THIS:

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched this video. Seriously this takes everything good about the internet plus SPARTA plus techno and makes it SOMETHING AMAZING.

Also Lisa from Americas Next Top Model[cycle 5] music video debut:

Frogs reaction was best:
“so ill so real
this is an obsession right now
man i wish she met me
so i could have gotten my dick sucked
and gave her a better beat”
Seriously SO TERRIBLE.

To make up for that terrible video/song, here’s my favorite music video right now:

I’ve loved Robyn since I was in middle school. No jk.

Also in response to my Penis Classification Post - I will not be posting actual figures so you can all figure out your candy bar. I’m pretty sure you know if you’re a fun sized or a candy bar…no need for me breaking out the ruler. Seriously?

Handwritten on the jacket of a journal[black for use with gel pens]:

“Happy 13th Sinead! We hope you like this book. You’ll be famous someday! So do it up right! Love ya, ‘Family members‘“

I’ve written in diaries and journals - online and old school since I was eight years old. I remember writing quite frequently about my neighbor whom I was convinced killed people[trust me it wouldn’t of been that surprising in my neighborhood] at nine. And shit I was all over greatest journal and than live journal in high school.

My parents are moving and thus trying to get rid of any stuff I have at their house. They recently dropped off a load of my yearbooks, cds, artwork and diaries. Been going through it. Shaking my head at the awful demo cds from local bands and laughing at how Plain White Tees hit it big. For some weird reason I kept my Marine Biology Journal from science. I must of been real proud of my manatee research at the time. I just found my original Living in America CD - I remember no one in Mahopac knew about the Sounds and I fucking loved them. I come to NYC and everyone does. Fuck man - I’m so nostalgic right now I’m listening to Saves the Day. Don’t hate. Don’t hate.

Looking back at my art work…I was a weird fucking kid. I mean people think I’m a little weird now but I’ve softened up a bit. I just found a half drawing half collage involving a elderly man praying over his sick wife while she holds a gun. I think this is why kids shouldn’t listen to hardcore. Also the Unicorn painting was pretty weird too. You can’t tell in the picture but in real life the jelly drip is 3D.

Getting back where I started though my diaries are pretty interesting. I wrote about wanting to get laid and getting laid in a way that makes me realize I’m just as horny now as I was the day my mom walked in Joes dick in me. Or that time when I let my girlfriend video tap my boy and I fucking and than giggled as she showed our friends in art class. I had a pretty rough time in high school minus the fun I had getting laid and smoking mad weed. I wasn’t well liked[I got in trouble for being a lesbian and was warned that I needed to overt my glances at a girl….bitch wasn’t even my type], and had something a bit rougher than your normal teen angst.

Anyways some of my diary entries are interesting and I think I might start posting them. At the very least they’re better than the shit book ‘Dear Diary.‘ I also think I should post the awfully wonderfully melodramatic mix I made in high school with my pal Kevin called ‘Songs for Suicidal Tendancies Vol. 1.’ I belive there is a second.

I’m horny [nothing new there] and Halloween is coming up…so this got me thinking about a classification system for penises based off the candy aisle. Theres FUN SIZED, CANDY BAR, KING SIZED, and JUMBO SIZED.

Tiny disappointing dicks that leave you wanting more…well they’re “FUN SIZED” but in all honesty there ain’t nothing fun about them. I guess the fact that giving a “FUN SIZED” dick a blow job is like sucking my thumb is kind of cool…oh wait no it’s not - it’s totally fucking boring.

Normal or average dicks are “CANDY BAR” … “CANDY BAR” are aight - they’re most def satisfy me and are worthy of a long term relationship[yes I’ll be a douchebag and say it - I can’t be in a relationship with a “Fun Sized”]. I can ride the candy bar into the sunset on non drugged ecstasy.

My favorite type of dick is “KING SIZED”…honestly I don’t get these bitches who be bitching it hurts. We all know there ain’t nothing better than a nice big cock. Maybe I’m just a greedy bitch but I’m all about “KING SIZED” - and my girl Yumna agrees. It’s only a quarter more at the counter girls so why not treat yourselves?

“JUMBO SIZED” dicks are like those three foot candy bars they sell at the Hershey’s store in Times Sq - way too big, totally unnecessary, they mostly exist for novelty purposes and tend to leave you sore after devouring one. I mean really who wants a fucking 18 inch penis? So that way when you do me in the butt you fuck my whole digestive track? Fuck “JUMBO SIZED” … there is such a thing as way too much of a good thing.

I’m still trying to figure out what choads are. I was thinking Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups but I loooove them and can not label the choad a candy I love. Suggestions are more than welcome.

Anyways that’s enough about my dick classification system! Shoutout to Carl who I had a crazy shoot on the beach where I got sand in my ass the other day!

Also Frog discovered my theme song - it’s Windrose by Funkwerkstatt. Peep it.

Loves you all!

The following were all in my cells inbox this morning:

“I just watched a bee die in my lamp and now all I can hear u walking thru the floor above me“

“Tonight I recieved a reward from Jesus“

“Ima go eat a potato ball and drink a 22 then put some air in my bike and come over. Ill feel bad if we fuck but maybe I can kinda jerk of an punch u in face at same time“

Kind. of. Hilarious.

Very happy its getting cold out. I love Fall. I like cuddling under my quilt in my underwear drinking hot toddy and watching films.
I just went and brought a thing of whiskey…emmm hot toddy time.
And for those of you not raised by a pack of wolves/Irish folks…this is how you make one:

• One - two shots of whiskey[Jameson preferred], a spoonful of honey, hot water and a tea bag[English breakfast tea preferred] and a slice of lemon if you have it.

And this recipe is a total cure all - common cold, laryngitis, flu, cancer, the clap….the hot toddy cures all.
Or at least makes you drunk enough to forget what ails you.
And they feel damn great after a cold rainy or snowy day.

Emmm I kind of want an Irish coffee with Baileys now too. SO GOOD!

I have the hot alcholic drinks, quilt, films - I just someone to cuddle with!

[Fungi isn’t cutting it]