June 24th, 2002


Thank You and Randomly Generated Shakespeare

Thank you so much everyone for your kind words, thoughts and prayers for my friend Twinkle. I think it worked, I'm being very sincere, I truly believe in the power of collective thought and I am grateful to you.

I took him to the emergency vet hospital after I wrote the post asking for your help. He was severely dehydrated and thin. I really thought he was going to die. They put him on an IV, drew blood for tests, gave him an X-ray, and changed his antibiotics. I brought him home tonight and the vet thinks he may have just not been drinking enough because he had a cold. We'll know for certain when we get his blood results back tomorrow. Thank you again and again thank you for being such dear friends. Please let me know if I can ever return the favor. I would gladly visualize anything for you in return, seriously, just ask.

A dear old friend of mine (Durga) invited me to a Full Moon Goddess Party tonight and I was feeling too worn out and shy to go. I wanted to. I miss her and I love her and it would have been great to meet her friends. I think it was such a sweet thing to do, throw a party for all of her galpals so they could meet one another, but I just couldn't get myself to go. Plus I was desperately horny and really wanted my Scott-man.

I watched the stupidest DVD tonight, Sex Addict, I think it was called. It had Roseanna Arquette, Nastasia Kinski and this handsome aging white haired man, Michael Des Barres. It was so weird. I wanted to like it but it was so poorly made, flat and strange, and the sex that was supposed to be so hot was all fast and violent. Not hot, rushed and wild, just way too fast and stupid, like, "Ugh ugh you are nothing," "Yeah that's right, I am nothing, slap me baby," "Yeah bitch, Fuck me, Fuck me," aaaand now I cum. Puhlease.

I think it's time for a little randomly generated Shakespeare.

I have very poor and unhappy
brains for drinking:
I could well wish courtesy
would invent some other
custom of entertainment.

Othello, the Moor of Venice, act 2, scene 1

O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is!
O brave new world,
That has such people in't.

The Tempest, act 5, scene 1

I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs.
As You Like It, act 2, scene 5

These are old generators but still fun, Random Shakespeare is always useful for actor-gals like me but you might prefer the Random Elizabethan Curse Generator thou impertinent toad-spotted hedge-pig!

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Oh Lordy, I just removed all of my LJ friends who had removed me from their friend's list. It'll be nice not to be reminded of the people whose interest I lost. I thought that maybe through my spacey insensitivity, in terms of keeping everyone straight and trying to keep up with allll of these posts and comments, I had alienated people, and that somehow I could win them back by being better at this. Then I thought maybe some of my weird Catholic stuff, the picture of a bleeding Jesus on the cross etc., had scared people off, or typically for a Catholic girl's school girl, there is my fascination and passion for all things sexual, my firecracker-colourful, salty-sea-dog use of language, and my sex mad chat behavior. Perhaps my vintage nudes or talk of various ailments offended them. Worse even, maybe I just bore people. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with me at all, my ego run rampant on a late Sunday night wants to think it's me all me, but I know it isn't. It just feels better to accept these mini blows and remove those damned blue arrows. I can concentrate on trying to be a better Live Journal friend to the many friends I do have and the new one's I keep meeting. It's challenging though, I have such a hard time keeping up with it. I hope people will just keep me for the entertainment value, and forgive my not being so terrific at the rest of it. I'll keep trying. Love you. Goodnight. Jac.