Why Gay Marriage is Wrong
1. Homosexuality is not natural. Real Americans always reject
unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way
that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy
behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has
legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
4. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't
changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry
whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if homosexual marriage
were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun
marriage would be destroyed.
6. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children.
Homosexual couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be
allowed to marry because our orphanges aren't full yet, and the
world needs more children.
7. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight
parents only raise straight children.
8. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like
ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country.
That's why we have only one religion in America.
9. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model
at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents
to raise children.
10. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could
never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to
cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
~Peace dost thou take Equity to be your lawfully wedded husband?...
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Ég hata Birting, ég hata að muna eftir honum, ég hata að finna lyktina af honum, random, alltaf uppúr þurru, Birtingur er bastarður, ég þoli ekki hvernig hann er hvernig hann hugsar hvað hann gerir, ég þoli ekki að þrá Birting að hugsa um hann og að sakna hans... Birtingur er tussa.... *dæs* FÍFL! og þá ég sérstaklega... fífl...
~Peace... FUCK!
~Peace... FUCK!
Friday, December 03, 2004
01. Who are you?
02. Are we friends?
03. When and how did we meet?
04. Do you have a crush on me?
05. Would you kiss me?
06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
07. Describe me in one word.
08. What was your first impression?
09. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your Blogg and see what I say about you?
~Peace command you to answer these questions.
02. Are we friends?
03. When and how did we meet?
04. Do you have a crush on me?
05. Would you kiss me?
06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
07. Describe me in one word.
08. What was your first impression?
09. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your Blogg and see what I say about you?
~Peace command you to answer these questions.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
The most beautiful song this moment...
Twenty years.
There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.
There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope,
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts,
The broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years to go,
The punchdrunk and the blow,
The worst of starts,
The mercy part, the phone.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
But it's you I take,
Because you're the truth not I.
There are twenty years to go,
A golden age I know,
But all will pass,
And end too fast you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.
That's the end,
And that's the start of it.
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it.
That's the high,
And that's the heart of it.
That's the long,
And that's the short of it.
That's the best,
And that's the test in it.
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it.
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it.
That's the gift,
And that's the trick in it.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
~Placebo
There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.
There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope,
Enjoy the ride,
The medicine show.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts,
The broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years to go,
The punchdrunk and the blow,
The worst of starts,
The mercy part, the phone.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
We need to concentrate,
On more than meets the eye.
And them's the breaks,
For we designer fakes,
But it's you I take,
Because you're the truth not I.
There are twenty years to go,
A golden age I know,
But all will pass,
And end too fast you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope,
Though some may hold the rose,
Some hold the rope.
That's the end,
And that's the start of it.
That's the whole,
And that's the part of it.
That's the high,
And that's the heart of it.
That's the long,
And that's the short of it.
That's the best,
And that's the test in it.
That's the doubt,
The doubt, the trust in it.
That's the sight,
And that's the sound of it.
That's the gift,
And that's the trick in it.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
You're the truth not I.
~Placebo
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Due to popular demand by my dahling sheep... I will blog allthough this precious time should be spent on danish, either way I will probably be up all night juced on java... CAN I HAVE AN AMEN!!!? hmmm... I was just thinking about something I'd like to call auto-felatio, its something cats and dogs seem to be able to do and every man in existence wants to be able to do... some are fortunate enough to be able to do that, hmmm... on secound thought I dont think cats and dogs can actually do that... I believe their teeth would be in the way and do they even know how to produce pressure inside theyr mouths (aka. suck)? ... now, auto-coningilis (sp? lesbians help me out here) is something im positive only circus freaks can do... and cats and dogs and a number of other animals.
Wow, im supposed to be studying for my danish exam, which also is the last danish test I have to take EVER if and only IF I pass this exam... why am I not studying then you ask? because I have to read a book... not just ANY book, but the book dubbed "Drengen fra sankt petri" this tome houses two of the things i find the least interesting in this universe we call home, those things are danish and war (not to mention history but thats not in vast amounts). So bare with me here and maybe I'll give you a cookie.
now to the daily drama ;) *cough* now confirmed that my darling dutch will be coming to the land of ice and snow during the christmas holidays, this is joyace news I know but the conundrum is that he will be here for a week (aka. seven days) and during atleast four of those seven days I will be forced to spend atleast 8-10 hours a day in the "Loftkastali" (an icelandic theatre for you unfortunate souls of non-icelandic origin or ethnicity), I have two choices #1: Quit the play, ruining alot of work for alot of people and hence giving the directors ulcers and thus threatening my own life with the possibility of their co-operation with assasins, #2: Force my dear sweet Tom to hang around the theatre during the whole period of practice... this would not be fun for him seeing as this dutchman dosen't spek a word in iceland except "takk" (thank you) and "góðan daginn" (good day). SO what can yours truly do in this situation?! I myself have no idea, I ask that they who comment on what my decision should be should themselves be in all totally objective, meaning Katrín, Inga and Hildur are not allowed express themselves, allthough if they want to commune theyr knowledge about auto-felatio and auto-coningilis or my spelling feel free! ;)
p.s. if people really care about me they will comment... lest I will make myself a Ana or Mia... (what the fuck does he meen by this you say...? now you should have watched judging Amy yesterday... right Auja?)
~Peace---> Auto-serenity
Wow, im supposed to be studying for my danish exam, which also is the last danish test I have to take EVER if and only IF I pass this exam... why am I not studying then you ask? because I have to read a book... not just ANY book, but the book dubbed "Drengen fra sankt petri" this tome houses two of the things i find the least interesting in this universe we call home, those things are danish and war (not to mention history but thats not in vast amounts). So bare with me here and maybe I'll give you a cookie.
now to the daily drama ;) *cough* now confirmed that my darling dutch will be coming to the land of ice and snow during the christmas holidays, this is joyace news I know but the conundrum is that he will be here for a week (aka. seven days) and during atleast four of those seven days I will be forced to spend atleast 8-10 hours a day in the "Loftkastali" (an icelandic theatre for you unfortunate souls of non-icelandic origin or ethnicity), I have two choices #1: Quit the play, ruining alot of work for alot of people and hence giving the directors ulcers and thus threatening my own life with the possibility of their co-operation with assasins, #2: Force my dear sweet Tom to hang around the theatre during the whole period of practice... this would not be fun for him seeing as this dutchman dosen't spek a word in iceland except "takk" (thank you) and "góðan daginn" (good day). SO what can yours truly do in this situation?! I myself have no idea, I ask that they who comment on what my decision should be should themselves be in all totally objective, meaning Katrín, Inga and Hildur are not allowed express themselves, allthough if they want to commune theyr knowledge about auto-felatio and auto-coningilis or my spelling feel free! ;)
p.s. if people really care about me they will comment... lest I will make myself a Ana or Mia... (what the fuck does he meen by this you say...? now you should have watched judging Amy yesterday... right Auja?)
~Peace---> Auto-serenity
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
WOW!!! im like sooo totally excited, watching americas next top model,,, Mercedez just got through and Yoanna and Shandi are left.... oh my gaaawd! who will it be.... "both of you have done so well throughout this process," "shandi you started off kindof weak but showed us that you can be..." "Shandi GO! Yoanna GO!".... "...and pack you bags and go home..................................... Yoanna! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" FREAKING HELL!!!! loksins þegar ég byrja að halda með bókasafnsbeyglunni þá tapar hún!!! damn!
Well, I feel better, er veikur b.t.w. en ég koma heim, fékk mér verkjalyf, smurði á mig vöðvaslakandi efni og fór í heitt bað og fékk símtal frá Tom sem lét mér líða miklu betur. Núna sit ég í borðstofunni að blogga með hlýjan ofn við bakið á mér, Americas next top model í gangi... well auglýsingar akkurat núna "veljum íslenskt og allir vinna. Félag íslenskra rafvirkja" holy! og kjamsandi vínber eins og argasti rómverji aaaaah, life is good... allavega þanga til ég geri mér grein fyrir að ég á eftir að gera heila munnlega kynningu fyrir dönsku... hey vá! ég er geðveikt stressaður fyrir þau, ég held að Mercedes vinni... ég þoli ekki Yoannu plus she said the g-word... (god). Ég á 6 vínber eftir :( þau eru of góð... 5...
Tom ætlar að reyna að koma í vetur (4..) YAY!!!! hann ætlar að koma og reyna að ákveða hvort að hann vilji koma í skóla hérna :P (3...) (2...) (1...)(0....... :'s ) "and when you come back I will announce who will be americas next top model" "americas next top model is..... Yoanna..." O_O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
þú ert að djóka!
En já Tom... tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom :D:D:D:D:D:D hann er yndi, hann er svo sætur og góður :P en því miður svo hollenskur, mér finnst hann æði, ég vil vera með honum og ég held að ég gæti það og verið mjög hamingjusamur =D það er bara að tímabilið er skrítið, ef hann vill vera hér þá þarf hann allavega að bíða í tvö ár eða 2 og hálft sem er ekki alveg það sem hann (eða ég) vill, síðan pæling um að ég fari til Hollands, það vill ég miklu MIKLU frekar gera, en hvað þegar þar að er komið? Æji, það er bara allt eitthvað svo flókið. ohjæja, ætli ég verði ekki að byrja á dönskunni :s átti bara að skila í fyrradag =(
BÆJÓ!
~Peace is to sexy for its shirt....
Well, I feel better, er veikur b.t.w. en ég koma heim, fékk mér verkjalyf, smurði á mig vöðvaslakandi efni og fór í heitt bað og fékk símtal frá Tom sem lét mér líða miklu betur. Núna sit ég í borðstofunni að blogga með hlýjan ofn við bakið á mér, Americas next top model í gangi... well auglýsingar akkurat núna "veljum íslenskt og allir vinna. Félag íslenskra rafvirkja" holy! og kjamsandi vínber eins og argasti rómverji aaaaah, life is good... allavega þanga til ég geri mér grein fyrir að ég á eftir að gera heila munnlega kynningu fyrir dönsku... hey vá! ég er geðveikt stressaður fyrir þau, ég held að Mercedes vinni... ég þoli ekki Yoannu plus she said the g-word... (god). Ég á 6 vínber eftir :( þau eru of góð... 5...
Tom ætlar að reyna að koma í vetur (4..) YAY!!!! hann ætlar að koma og reyna að ákveða hvort að hann vilji koma í skóla hérna :P (3...) (2...) (1...)(0....... :'s ) "and when you come back I will announce who will be americas next top model" "americas next top model is..... Yoanna..." O_O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
þú ert að djóka!
En já Tom... tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom tom :D:D:D:D:D:D hann er yndi, hann er svo sætur og góður :P en því miður svo hollenskur, mér finnst hann æði, ég vil vera með honum og ég held að ég gæti það og verið mjög hamingjusamur =D það er bara að tímabilið er skrítið, ef hann vill vera hér þá þarf hann allavega að bíða í tvö ár eða 2 og hálft sem er ekki alveg það sem hann (eða ég) vill, síðan pæling um að ég fari til Hollands, það vill ég miklu MIKLU frekar gera, en hvað þegar þar að er komið? Æji, það er bara allt eitthvað svo flókið. ohjæja, ætli ég verði ekki að byrja á dönskunni :s átti bara að skila í fyrradag =(
BÆJÓ!
~Peace is to sexy for its shirt....
MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME!!!!!!
holy christ, damn whoever invented the bandwidt quota system!!!! damn him (or her)!
Ok so we have this quota up to a 100 something, kb mb gb im not sure, but its very little whatever it is, and like a week ago we were up to 200 of those units, not my fault this time though (or my mother said) because my sister had been here and used the webcam quite alot, BUT! since then I have been online alot and downloaded a few things, quicktime or something and stuff. A friend of mine also cam over and downloaded a song from the interenet those are expensive!!!! and of course beeing the lovesick idiot I am I wanted to hear Toms voice, so I called him, and during one week I called him twice, speaking to himfor half an hour each time... so... I hope its free to call Holland from Iceland... well... if anybody wants to write my obituary feel free.
~I sure hope peace will attend my funeral.
holy christ, damn whoever invented the bandwidt quota system!!!! damn him (or her)!
Ok so we have this quota up to a 100 something, kb mb gb im not sure, but its very little whatever it is, and like a week ago we were up to 200 of those units, not my fault this time though (or my mother said) because my sister had been here and used the webcam quite alot, BUT! since then I have been online alot and downloaded a few things, quicktime or something and stuff. A friend of mine also cam over and downloaded a song from the interenet those are expensive!!!! and of course beeing the lovesick idiot I am I wanted to hear Toms voice, so I called him, and during one week I called him twice, speaking to himfor half an hour each time... so... I hope its free to call Holland from Iceland... well... if anybody wants to write my obituary feel free.
~I sure hope peace will attend my funeral.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
For some reason I want to write this post in icelandic.
Vá, ég vill alveg rosalega hætta í skólanum... ég vill fara að vinna og bara vinna og skemmta mér, átt pening þar sem ég er ekki að fara eyða honum í áfengi.. auðvitað mundi ég eyða honum í eitthvað annað en málið er að ég mætti það alveg. ég nenni ekki þessu skóla veseni, ég hef heldur engan áhuga á að vera hérna, engin áhugi => legg mig ekki fram => tímaeyðsla... Af hverju að eyða tíma og pening í eitthvað sem er bara sóun á tíma mínum og starfsfólki skólans, peningum mínum, móður minnar og ríkisins þegar ég væri líklega miklu hamingjusamari ekki? af því að þegar til lengri tíma er litið þá er þetta svo miklu hagkvæmara að hafa stúdentspróf. Ég er samt svo innilega ekki viss með það, akkurat þessa stundina hef ég verið að pæla að ég sýg hamingju mína frá tímanum sem ég er ekki að vinna og ekki í skóla, ég lifi fyrir þann tíma og þessvegna held ég að ég gæti verið mjög hamingjusamur í vinnu sem gefur góð laun (enga fúlgu en bara nóg) og með fólki sem mér líður vel hjá og eyðandi tíma mínum í eitthvað sem skiptir mig máli. Ég finn ekki köllun í neinu sem ég hef pælt í, ég finn ekki köllun í leiklist, söng, félagsfræði, sálfræði né neinu þvílíku... þar samt liggur áhugasvið mitt nema hvað að þegar við vorum að vinna í gay pride floterinum þá fann ég eitthvað, þetta var spennandi og mikilvægt og skemmtilegt eitthvað sem ég gæti alveg hugsað mér að halda áfram að gera... svona "grúsk" og redd.
Ojæja, ég er samt ekkert að fara að hætta, ég held áfram og klára á mínum tíma... in the end I will finish and then I can do whatever the fuck i want to do, until then the weekends shall keep me happy with dancing and lesure.
~P.H.D. in peace of mind..
Vá, ég vill alveg rosalega hætta í skólanum... ég vill fara að vinna og bara vinna og skemmta mér, átt pening þar sem ég er ekki að fara eyða honum í áfengi.. auðvitað mundi ég eyða honum í eitthvað annað en málið er að ég mætti það alveg. ég nenni ekki þessu skóla veseni, ég hef heldur engan áhuga á að vera hérna, engin áhugi => legg mig ekki fram => tímaeyðsla... Af hverju að eyða tíma og pening í eitthvað sem er bara sóun á tíma mínum og starfsfólki skólans, peningum mínum, móður minnar og ríkisins þegar ég væri líklega miklu hamingjusamari ekki? af því að þegar til lengri tíma er litið þá er þetta svo miklu hagkvæmara að hafa stúdentspróf. Ég er samt svo innilega ekki viss með það, akkurat þessa stundina hef ég verið að pæla að ég sýg hamingju mína frá tímanum sem ég er ekki að vinna og ekki í skóla, ég lifi fyrir þann tíma og þessvegna held ég að ég gæti verið mjög hamingjusamur í vinnu sem gefur góð laun (enga fúlgu en bara nóg) og með fólki sem mér líður vel hjá og eyðandi tíma mínum í eitthvað sem skiptir mig máli. Ég finn ekki köllun í neinu sem ég hef pælt í, ég finn ekki köllun í leiklist, söng, félagsfræði, sálfræði né neinu þvílíku... þar samt liggur áhugasvið mitt nema hvað að þegar við vorum að vinna í gay pride floterinum þá fann ég eitthvað, þetta var spennandi og mikilvægt og skemmtilegt eitthvað sem ég gæti alveg hugsað mér að halda áfram að gera... svona "grúsk" og redd.
Ojæja, ég er samt ekkert að fara að hætta, ég held áfram og klára á mínum tíma... in the end I will finish and then I can do whatever the fuck i want to do, until then the weekends shall keep me happy with dancing and lesure.
~P.H.D. in peace of mind..
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Arna is going to flip over this.... or spray all over the computer.... ewwwwwww
http://www.video-c.co.uk/microshow.asp?vidref=benn001&FileType=ISDNstream
http://www.internetdj.com/article.php?storyid=477
~peace has a jackhammer... can you see it hammerin?
http://www.video-c.co.uk/microshow.asp?vidref=benn001&FileType=ISDNstream
http://www.internetdj.com/article.php?storyid=477
~peace has a jackhammer... can you see it hammerin?
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
IIIIII ÉG ER EINS OG ÉG ER!!!!!!
Ég er eins og er,
hvernig á ég að vera eitthvað annað ?
Hvað verður um mig
ef það sem ég er bölvað og bannað ?
Er það líf mitt, að fela mig og vera feiminn,
mitt líf var það til þess sem ég kom í heiminn ?
Fúlt finnst mér það líf að fá ekki að segja:
Ég er eins og ég er !
Ég er eins og ég er,
ég vil ekkert hrós,
ég vil enga vorkun.
Mér líkar mitt lag,
jafnvel þótt öðrum þyki það storkun.
En þeir um það, þetta er lagið mitt á lífsins morgni,
hvernig væri að sjá það frá því sjónarhorni.
Fúlt er felumanns líf fyrr en er hrópað:
Ég er eins og ég er !
Ég er eins og ég er,
og hvernig ég er alveg á hreinu.
Ég er eins og ég er
og biðst ekki afsökunar á neinu.
Þetta er eitt líf, þettar er eina lífið sem við eigum
eitt líf og það verður ekkert líf í leynum.
Ljúft veður það líf að láta það flakka:
Ég er eins og ég er !
(this is the icelandic gay pride song)
~Peace is such a fag ;)
Ég er eins og er,
hvernig á ég að vera eitthvað annað ?
Hvað verður um mig
ef það sem ég er bölvað og bannað ?
Er það líf mitt, að fela mig og vera feiminn,
mitt líf var það til þess sem ég kom í heiminn ?
Fúlt finnst mér það líf að fá ekki að segja:
Ég er eins og ég er !
Ég er eins og ég er,
ég vil ekkert hrós,
ég vil enga vorkun.
Mér líkar mitt lag,
jafnvel þótt öðrum þyki það storkun.
En þeir um það, þetta er lagið mitt á lífsins morgni,
hvernig væri að sjá það frá því sjónarhorni.
Fúlt er felumanns líf fyrr en er hrópað:
Ég er eins og ég er !
Ég er eins og ég er,
og hvernig ég er alveg á hreinu.
Ég er eins og ég er
og biðst ekki afsökunar á neinu.
Þetta er eitt líf, þettar er eina lífið sem við eigum
eitt líf og það verður ekkert líf í leynum.
Ljúft veður það líf að láta það flakka:
Ég er eins og ég er !
(this is the icelandic gay pride song)
~Peace is such a fag ;)
Sunday, November 14, 2004
GAY DANCE!
I had the most wonderful time last night :D started off at Arny Barnies house and hung online chatting to various people, mostly my hung handsome dutch summer fling ;) who is coming again next summer!!!!! CAN I HAVE A WOOHOO!!!!? thank you! :P (I know you did it! ;P ) Then after a while we set off for DE BOOMKICKER!!! too meet my darling Mobus, we took the bus downtown... of course a few moments after we step out a tide of freezing rane came upon us... MY HAIRGEL NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! so I ran to the bustop while the more ladylike lesbian Arna walked gracefully to that house of lesure... (you know, I like using my vocabulary for no reason at all, we all know that a bus station isn't a house of lesure... well not my idea of one). So in the bus I taught her the +chest chest hand snap snap snap chest hand+ move... then later on added the "bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór"... she still dosen't get it right... damn lesbians! Now, when we got to DE BOOMKICKER!!! we met the following people: Mobus, Anna Sigga (im so sure thats her name, if not either I will fix this or may the mightly gods smite my heirs with a molten lava ball), Haffí and Jannehe (pronounced: Janika). Me and Arna beeing the party animals we are we just had to dance a little, and in DE BOOMKICKER!!! you dont dance. So we decide to go to NONNI! where there was klámkvöld (or "porn night" for you less fortunate) so that people from exxxotica.is or something like that were there selling, double ended dildoes, lubricant, ball gags, anti bacterial "toy" clenser, vibrators, eggs, bunnies, dildos, cuffs and much more.... and the porn was wide screened over the dancefloor wall... Arna wasn't happy ;D. At NONNI! I did the total of these things: I danced with Arna but not a whole lot, I drank a glass of water, I watched a whole 1 min. worth of porn in total, I checked out lubricant and other stuff I want, I had a conversation about make-up with Sturla the infamos and hugged Jóna... thus we departed for le cafe cozy where we were dismissed for ageist reasons, we shall not speak of it any further... *indian tear*
SO! off to DE BOOMKICKER!!! again and talk to the girls damn those women can take their time! O_O how long does it take to drink one glass of something and beer?!!!! HOW LONG!!??? anywho... after they finally get plastic glasses to take their drinks with them (they didnt even finish them! HOW LONG I ASK YOU!?) we head off to þjóðleikhúskjallarinn where the gay dance was, who knew the theatre basement was a bar and a ballroom?! I sure as hell didnt know...
When inside things get not so eventful, We dance ALOT, granted that yours truly needed to warm up for quite a while before getting into the dancing mood, safe to say that satisfaction (the horniest song in the history of music!) did that for me "push me and then just touch me until I get my satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction... pushpushpushpushpushpush..." *creams* SO! after that song I was good to go and I danced like a monkey the whole night, getting a few looks (the good kind I'm sure XP (<---thats a closed eyes smiely with his tounge sticking out, figure it out)) I danced, talked, hurt a good friends feelings by erm... a bit brutally telling her not to let another friend of mine have a sigarette... but we patched things up and I apologized for my rudeness and we hugged, we're ok now :D. and this friend I dont want smoking I just want to keep him drunk all the time, hes so much fun, there was this thing with me liking him so he feels very uncomfortable around me usually but when hes drunk he just treats me like any other lesbian or friend and it was such a breath of fresh air, his erm... neuroticism was getting on my nerves, I hope he can be more like that sober or else im going to bring an injection of pure alcahol with me everytime we meet :D hmm... OHYEAH! there was this discusting guy there watching, no staring at me the whole night.. ewww! I could just feel the slime rubbing off on me... discusting glare he had. I had so much fun last night though! I was so happy to see my friends smiling so of course I smiled and laughed randomly like some twit! but it was worth it, I love my friends! hmm... yeah! I kissed this guy also :) we had been giving each other some major eye contact, hes taller then me I believe, muscular, an incredibly kind face (which was the first thing I noticed about him), and a sweet smile. He came up to me sometime during the evening and just asked "why are you so shy?" and the two other people were trying to talk to me so I freaked out a little by the command for attention so I didn't get a chance to answer him before he was gone to the dancefloor again. we kept on contact via eye-mail and in the end, during a nirvana song (provided by Andrea (the grandmother of rock) who is a cool person on an epic scale!!!!) he sat down and I went to him and asked "are you single" he nodded then I gave him a piece of paper with my number on it, he asked "what is this" I answered "my number" and he laughed and grabbed my hand and drew my to the lounge beside the bar, we talked a little, he studies music, believes in childhood christianity, plays many instruments and is a composer. he got to know that I like acting, I like music, I go to MH, I'm pagan. After a little chit-chat he sais "what about if we just stop talking and kiss" I didnt know what to say so he just leaned in for a kiss and he got it, three even, and hes a pretty good kisser. I told him he woulden't be getting any more though, we kissed a couple more times and then I went back out to dance, I told him he has my number and hed just have to keep in touch.
I done really understand myself sometimes, I dont like pursuing, I want a guy to have the balls to start talking to me, he has the be confident u know... I dont like to chase someone around. If a guy is half decent he usually would find his initiality to be very profitable...
We danced some more and left when the place was closing and followed Mobus to DE BOOMKICKER!!! but we didnt stay long, too many boring, dirty, drunk people stinking up the place, and it was VERY crowded. So me and Arna went to her place, watched friends and fell asleep.
All in all a splendid evening! I hope to do it again sometime! :P
~Peace... what a man...
I had the most wonderful time last night :D started off at Arny Barnies house and hung online chatting to various people, mostly my hung handsome dutch summer fling ;) who is coming again next summer!!!!! CAN I HAVE A WOOHOO!!!!? thank you! :P (I know you did it! ;P ) Then after a while we set off for DE BOOMKICKER!!! too meet my darling Mobus, we took the bus downtown... of course a few moments after we step out a tide of freezing rane came upon us... MY HAIRGEL NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! so I ran to the bustop while the more ladylike lesbian Arna walked gracefully to that house of lesure... (you know, I like using my vocabulary for no reason at all, we all know that a bus station isn't a house of lesure... well not my idea of one). So in the bus I taught her the +chest chest hand snap snap snap chest hand+ move... then later on added the "bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór bjór"... she still dosen't get it right... damn lesbians! Now, when we got to DE BOOMKICKER!!! we met the following people: Mobus, Anna Sigga (im so sure thats her name, if not either I will fix this or may the mightly gods smite my heirs with a molten lava ball), Haffí and Jannehe (pronounced: Janika). Me and Arna beeing the party animals we are we just had to dance a little, and in DE BOOMKICKER!!! you dont dance. So we decide to go to NONNI! where there was klámkvöld (or "porn night" for you less fortunate) so that people from exxxotica.is or something like that were there selling, double ended dildoes, lubricant, ball gags, anti bacterial "toy" clenser, vibrators, eggs, bunnies, dildos, cuffs and much more.... and the porn was wide screened over the dancefloor wall... Arna wasn't happy ;D. At NONNI! I did the total of these things: I danced with Arna but not a whole lot, I drank a glass of water, I watched a whole 1 min. worth of porn in total, I checked out lubricant and other stuff I want, I had a conversation about make-up with Sturla the infamos and hugged Jóna... thus we departed for le cafe cozy where we were dismissed for ageist reasons, we shall not speak of it any further... *indian tear*
SO! off to DE BOOMKICKER!!! again and talk to the girls damn those women can take their time! O_O how long does it take to drink one glass of something and beer?!!!! HOW LONG!!??? anywho... after they finally get plastic glasses to take their drinks with them (they didnt even finish them! HOW LONG I ASK YOU!?) we head off to þjóðleikhúskjallarinn where the gay dance was, who knew the theatre basement was a bar and a ballroom?! I sure as hell didnt know...
When inside things get not so eventful, We dance ALOT, granted that yours truly needed to warm up for quite a while before getting into the dancing mood, safe to say that satisfaction (the horniest song in the history of music!) did that for me "push me and then just touch me until I get my satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction... pushpushpushpushpushpush..." *creams* SO! after that song I was good to go and I danced like a monkey the whole night, getting a few looks (the good kind I'm sure XP (<---thats a closed eyes smiely with his tounge sticking out, figure it out)) I danced, talked, hurt a good friends feelings by erm... a bit brutally telling her not to let another friend of mine have a sigarette... but we patched things up and I apologized for my rudeness and we hugged, we're ok now :D. and this friend I dont want smoking I just want to keep him drunk all the time, hes so much fun, there was this thing with me liking him so he feels very uncomfortable around me usually but when hes drunk he just treats me like any other lesbian or friend and it was such a breath of fresh air, his erm... neuroticism was getting on my nerves, I hope he can be more like that sober or else im going to bring an injection of pure alcahol with me everytime we meet :D hmm... OHYEAH! there was this discusting guy there watching, no staring at me the whole night.. ewww! I could just feel the slime rubbing off on me... discusting glare he had. I had so much fun last night though! I was so happy to see my friends smiling so of course I smiled and laughed randomly like some twit! but it was worth it, I love my friends! hmm... yeah! I kissed this guy also :) we had been giving each other some major eye contact, hes taller then me I believe, muscular, an incredibly kind face (which was the first thing I noticed about him), and a sweet smile. He came up to me sometime during the evening and just asked "why are you so shy?" and the two other people were trying to talk to me so I freaked out a little by the command for attention so I didn't get a chance to answer him before he was gone to the dancefloor again. we kept on contact via eye-mail and in the end, during a nirvana song (provided by Andrea (the grandmother of rock) who is a cool person on an epic scale!!!!) he sat down and I went to him and asked "are you single" he nodded then I gave him a piece of paper with my number on it, he asked "what is this" I answered "my number" and he laughed and grabbed my hand and drew my to the lounge beside the bar, we talked a little, he studies music, believes in childhood christianity, plays many instruments and is a composer. he got to know that I like acting, I like music, I go to MH, I'm pagan. After a little chit-chat he sais "what about if we just stop talking and kiss" I didnt know what to say so he just leaned in for a kiss and he got it, three even, and hes a pretty good kisser. I told him he woulden't be getting any more though, we kissed a couple more times and then I went back out to dance, I told him he has my number and hed just have to keep in touch.
I done really understand myself sometimes, I dont like pursuing, I want a guy to have the balls to start talking to me, he has the be confident u know... I dont like to chase someone around. If a guy is half decent he usually would find his initiality to be very profitable...
We danced some more and left when the place was closing and followed Mobus to DE BOOMKICKER!!! but we didnt stay long, too many boring, dirty, drunk people stinking up the place, and it was VERY crowded. So me and Arna went to her place, watched friends and fell asleep.
All in all a splendid evening! I hope to do it again sometime! :P
~Peace... what a man...
Monday, November 08, 2004
MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! That explains it!
http://chrisevans3d.com/files/iq.htm
~Peace surely does NOT live in america anymore....
http://chrisevans3d.com/files/iq.htm
~Peace surely does NOT live in america anymore....
