Word Play

I want and need this stimulating, exciting, x-rated and naughty deed. Can anyone now deliver? Yes?
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So...What is the shortest way to say what I want?

Weak

All I did last night was three mystery shops. Not very exciting. Couldn't get older Matt off my mind. And I hate that. I hate feeling vulnerable.

Hurricane

Another east Tennessee summer monsoon hit today. My car came within inches of being a boat. The hurricane-like whirlpool reared its ugly head once again in the parking lot. Along with the geyser in the drain across the way. We might as well have been underneath Niagara Falls. The wind was once again doing psychotic shifts. Where had I parked? Right near the whirlpool. It's only the second time I've seen a hurricane whirlpool in the work parking lot in the two and a half years I've been working there. And the first time was...what...three weeks ago? Guess I need to pull the blinds up more often when big storms hit. It's pretty exciting!
Students were freaking out. "Get your car, Libby! Oh my God, our cars are underwater!" I went ahead and moved my car though the rain had died down and the water was subsiding by that time. The water was about six inches below door level. Figured my baby would really be in for it if we got any more hard rain in the next few minutes. And of course the radar called for more rain. More rain for the valley and the beautiful Smokies rainforest.
The idigant was being his normal annoying self. Said that the whirlpool had stopped twirling, that the drain had stagnated --- until he bravely drove his truck through the maelstrom that is. Couldn't someone have published stories about his ludicrous claims about inventing the Internet years ago to take away the flak from Al Gore? Given his present behavior, I just know that ten years ago he was out there somewhere spouting off about how he created TCP as a toddler. Meanwhile, I've got a different acronym to explain it all. BS. Graduate already.

Obscure Burdens of Womenkind

As a woman, I have a lot of things to deal with. These include...

1. Melting lipstick in my car.
2. Melting lipstick in my purse.
3. Melting lipstick anywhere.
4. Wondering if people are looking at my purse funny because it
a. is inappropriate for the location I'm at
b. doesn't match my clothes
c. is not the one I normally carry
d. is frumpy
e. has lipstick stains on it
5. Getting high on nail polish remover
6. Using nail polish remover on a misplaced pantyhose splotch
7. Getting sick of people thinking I'm weird because I don't wear sandals like everyone else
8. Wishing that all women were clumsy idiots in high heels like I am so that a worldwide boycott would take place and high heels would be obliterated from the planet
9. Wishing sandals would be obliterated as well
10. Wondering what would happen if I used Just For Men
11. Cursing dry cleaners for charging way more for women's blouses than men's shirts

Spideyman

I agree with Vincent on some good scenes.

The elevator scene. I was so thrilled to see Hal Sparks!!! His hair looked like crap, but man was it such a sweet surprise to see him in the movie. It even fit with his QAF character. That's what really got me. Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. How I love Michael.

The raindrops keep falling on my head montage was a great movie moment.

The personalities of the tentacles.

The kiss. Wow! It's been a year since I've had a kiss that good. And, yes, I've been kissed since then, but I know what that kiss must have felt like. Richard, a year ago spring. Heck yeah.

I still see a little bit of my younger brother, Matt, in Tobey, but I think it's so hilarious that Matt embraced the whole being-called-Spiderman stuff last year but is doing the opposite this year ("Don't call me Spiderman or you'll be in a world of pain!") because he finally realizes that Jake is better looking and is truly, truly his twin. Donnie Darko. I haven't even seen the movie but I'm going to reach out on a short limb and guess that the resemblance won't just be in looks when I do see it. Darko = evil? Well, if yes, then, yes, Darko = Matt. At times. Most of the time he's my amazing little brother. But everyone wants to smack family around at times. That's one of the reasons I started calling him my little brother. The main reason is we've talked about it a lot. And besides, his being a brother prevents me from killing him. Gotta scare him though. After all, he's the only person who thinks that the reason I rarely have people over is not for lack of cleanliness but for an abundance of bodies. Part of me thinks it's funny that he's so creeped out by my interest in all things CJ (criminal justice). It cracks me up. But it does creep me out that he seems to get a tad bit genuinely worried when I say that if he does walk into my house uninvited that he'll be added to the collection. Probably because I clawed the hell out of him the last time he tried. The house was a wreck, and I didn't want a neverending lecture. Trust me, they are neverending. Until I fix the offending trait(s) that is. But J and I both agree that the lectures are good for us. If they're done right. Sometimes they make me cry.

Words of Wisdom

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool.
To cry is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To try is to risk failure.
But the risk must be taken.
Because the greatest hazard in life,
Is to risk nothing, do nothing, and be nothing. - Anonymous

He is poor who does not feel content. - Japanes proverb