Shinju

My hair! And It's just grown back after the birthday candle incident!!! Aaaaaaaaaaah! :::Cuts it all off with scissors in a fit of outraged madness::: :::Chucks pile of burnt hair:::

For the last two months I have been completely crazy about L from Death Note. I never understood rabid fangirl sqeeing, but now . . . Does anyone know where I can get the L flashlight keychain that makes an L symbol on the wall? Do they have K or N???

Wow, that was kinky! Pokes person below her with Lorena Bobbit's ex-husband's disembodied penis.

OMG, if there is you have to post it on youtube!

:::Roars with laughter::: I just went to that site to check out the Bible section for sh*ts and giggles and they had a Pontius Pilate Mpreg! I had to close the window for fear of being sent to hell. Plus I'm sure my peels of laughter would have woken up the entire house had I continued . . .

I love stories where L gets jealous of Light spending time with other people. Anyone want to write one for me? Pwitty Pweeze???

Your story is awesome, I'm reading chapter 12 right now!

Me 2! Another weird thing that turns me on: New carpet and empty rooms with a vast expanse of clean carpet. No, not what your thinking, I'm talking about actual push flooring. And marbles. I used to play with marbles when I was a kid and sort them out by color and stuff. But about thirty minutes of innocent playing I'd have to leave and go masturbate. I have no idea why. Now, don't laugh, but when I was younger the same thing would happen to me while playing Mario64. Wtf??? Even back then I was like, what the hell is wrong with me? This is like, the most unsexiest game ever! Okay, it is pretty funny, u can laugh.

OMG, I thought I was the only one! Let's see, list of my quirks: The hollow center of bones creep me out. They give me goosebumps every time I look at them. Pretty much anything kind of organic and spongy freaks me out. Except sponges. I'm so strange. But, yeah, the inside of bones, holding or looking closely at porous coral or putting a flashlight to the spongy iris part of somebody's eye and watching the muscles contract all make me shiver. I'm shivering just talking about it. I have an insane, irrational fear of blunt head trauma. I have never been hit or hit in the head before. I also have the irrational fear that people I know are going to break down my door and start beating me up, even though that's never actually happened in real life before. Sometimes when I hear people coming home I hide because of this. Everyday, I imagine about 1 - 10 elaborate death scenarios about myself. If I'm driving I imagine I get into a car accident, If I'm in the shower I imagine the water handle blowing off with pressure and hitting me in the chest, rupturing my lungs and causing me to drown in my own blood, etc. It makes for good writing though. I'm kind of like Emma Thompson's character in Stranger than Fiction. When I saw that movie, I started laughing and was like, "OMG, that is SO me!" Also, since I was a kid, I hate to wash my face because I sometimes think that Dracula is gonna come up behind me and suck my blood. Oh yeah, hellagoddess, I LOVE your DN fanfic!!!

So I log in after an extended, extended hiatus and get this message from Aldatariel back in February talking about how horrible she is and how she doesn't deserve to be here and that she deleted her account. Wtf? Did she PO someone?

I too am a total pizza whore. There used to be a time in my life where I had to have some sort of pizza type concoction every other day. I no longer order from places like Domino's or Pizza hut 'cause ever since those five for five deals their pizza has tasted like cheap ass. Round Table, Pizza Guys, and Red Brick (mmm, oh God, Red Brick) still got it though. When I was a teen the freezer would be stocked with all manner of Totinos, Bagel Bites, Hot Pockets, Pillsbury toaster pizza, Lunchables Pizza, etc. I no longer eat over 600 calories a day anymore, so pizza and all these other foods I am about to talk about are just fond, far away memories to me, but let us reminisce, shall we? I LOVE Japanese food. I believe someone else above mentioned it, but I shall reiterate. Japanese food is is awesome. I lovelovelove udon, tempura, unagi over rice, pickled vegetables, all manner of sushi, teriyaki anything, okonomiyaki, green tea ice cream, red bean ice cream and I'm sure many more things I'm forgetting. I live near SF and I used to love to go into that big mall in Japan town and eat at a different place each time. And afterwards before we'd leave we'd go to that discount store and buy fancy chop sticks and strawberry carbonated milk drink. Oooh! And melon soda! Love melon soda! There was one time I went to the Asian Market in my town and made my entire family bento boxes for lunch. I can make marbled eggs that look so cool. I love fish cake! And instant almond flavored tofu dessert! I have a wok! And also, like many other Americans, I have an unhealthy love of Americanized Chinese foods. There used to be this place near my house that DELIVERED and it was awesome. We'd get vegetable fried rice and vegetable chow mein and honey walnut prawns and egg rolls and cheese puffs and won tons and vegetable mu shu and shrimp kung pao and I'm sure other things. Although none of will ever order from there again. Not after "the egg roll incident." Trust me, you do not want to know. I used to work near this awesome vegetarian place in the city and they had excellent Indian and Mediterranean soups and they made a mean eggplant parmesana sub. I mean really, really mean. I seldom like the way people prepare eggplant, but there the eggplant was sliced paper thin, every inch coated parmesan and breading and it almost seemed they painted on the marinara sauce in between each layer. It was just like in the old days when I used to eat beef and I would indulge in meatball subs. I never thought I would get to experience that again. There was also this place in the city that had deserts TO DIE FOR. They had drinks like hard blueberry lemonade and an excellent wine selection that you could pair up with the superior cuisine. Everything there was cooked to absolute perfection, the salmon would literally MELT IN YOUR MOUTH. Whatever ordered there would be excellent. And the deserts . . . OMG. The absolute symphony of flavors is just too complicated for me to describe without going there with a pencil and notepad to write them down as you experience them. I suppose it is an expensive chain restaurant, because there is one near where I live, but the one near where I live sucks ass. I mean anything you order there, could be the same thing as the one in the city, sucks or is mediocre at best. I'm assuming it is their inferior chefs and crappy, run down attitudes. I swear all the servers look like tired walking zombies. I don't blame the chefs or the servers though, working retail you get to understand that usually problems like that all boil down to a shitty manager. I'm Mexican. My mom makes the best Mexican food ever. EVER. Don't be jealous. It just happens sometimes, some people have all the luck. Mmm, burritos, breakfast burritos, red or green enchiladas, everything smothered in red or green chili, tamales, Spanish rice, refried beans, flour or corn tortillas, tostadas, all better than any Mexican restaurant you have ever been to. One day, I hope one day to cook as awesome as her. Hmm, I think I like food too much. I need to stop before I go insane and binge eat and gain back all the tons of weight I've lost. I suppose I'll go whip myself up some egg whites or veggie stir fry in Pam spray. I'll close my eyes, hold my nose and pretend it's Mexican. The rest of the family is eating crab enchiladas. Those bastards. Anyone ever see the movie "Simply Irrisistable?" I wish I could cook like that. And I also wish I had a magical crab that followed me around and brought me good luck.

If my parents knew where I was last night . . . well, I'm 24 so they couldn't do anything, but I'd probably receive a good talking to. Once a day. For about a month.

I've had arguments with men about this. I just end up referring them to people who have done custodial work and they answer every time that the women's restroom is more filthy.

I hate people like that. They used to bother me all the time until I mastered the subtle art of making people feel like garbage with a single glance or a smirk. It was something I had to learn, working at a porn shop, because people who go into those things half the time are insecure and have the need to put the employees down like they are some sort of dirt because they sell them their porn. So I studied what they did and after a while I mastered it ten times better and any meanie who entered the store and tried to make any of us feel less human left feeling worse than when they came in. This works well with fancy goth attire and groups of two or more, especially if before walking out you look at the offending asshole like he/she has just wet themselves and then look at each other and laugh before walking away, looking back once and snorting as if they look too stupid to control yourselves.

Bottom line: CHILDREN: *stinky *easy to trip over *have no sense of personal boundries ME: *childfree (thanks for the term, Beth)

It depends on the person, but here are some of my general favorites: Lower back, eyes, collar bone, Adam's apple, long hair *good on both men and women,* and artistic hands. Sometimes I like full figured women or guys with a bit of belly, although I'm not adverse to six packs.

This goes out to all men who have daughters, sisters, female cousins, etc., that live in the same house as you. Please men, please, when you know you have a female relation that sleeps on the couch ALL THE TIME, please TAKE A LOOK AROUND before you decide to go into the living room, crank on the skinamax and attempt to do the five-knuckle-shuffle on good ol' one eye. Because gentlemen, I assure you, there is NO AMOUNT of therapy, vodka or FOUR TWO ZERO that can undo that kind of damage. For the love of God, just as you do not wish to know that your little girl frequents tranny strip joints, befriends pornographic gay photographers and ex-drug dealers, your little girl does not wish to know that you skulk into the living room at five in the morning to watch soft core free on demand in muted fast forward. If anyone knows how to perform the delicate operation of SCOURGING OUT ONE'S MIND'S EYE WITH A SPOON, please pm me.

I think there should be no limits so we can just go insane and kill everybody. I need more virtual blood in order to complete my plan for taking over the world.

See, there's nothing illegal with that unless you're on trial for stachatory. Then it could be brought up in court as "evidence."

Eh, they won't understand it 'til they're older anyways. There's really no way to stop teenagers from having sex. My mother actually went with me to get birth control when I was underage (you can blame that on another family member's prego scare), but even though I took it I never had sex until I was nearly 20. It was more of a "in case my stupid teenagerness gets me in trouble" thing. I went to a lot of party's back then, and even though we watched out for each other, who knows, things may have gotten lax one day and some bozo could have slipped something in my drink. But if I really had anybody I liked back then, trust me, there would have been no stopping me, not even bars on the window. What has always seriously irked the hell out of me is that pharmacy's are legally required to sell abortion pills, yet they can't sell you birth control pills? Wtf? Seriously! Plan B is even more dangerous because it's a concentrated dose. You can sell what some people think of as infanticide but you can't sell the f-ing prevention??? It's not that I'm angry about whether they can sell plan b or not, I'm not going to reveal my political views because I don't want to spur a heated political debate, it's more the insanely stupid double standard I detest.

Well, whoever she is, she's wrong. It does cause wrinkles. Perhaps she doesn't wear enough to notice, but I wear a lot of it so I should know. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush, powder and especially foundation all cause wrinkles. Even I have to take a break every so often for a few weeks. You are officially right and she is wrong. Tell her to roll that up in a joint and smoke it.

I'd go for Kunzite/Zoisite, now that you mention it.

You should see me when I style my hair all goth. I get this blue sticky goop and make dreads. Once I styled myself so differently the person I was living with didn't recognize me and thought there was an intruder in the house.

I wear tons and tons of makeup all the time. I do my eyes in outrageous colors, sometimes three or four different bright colors at a time, with heavy eyeliner and Egyptian tails and sometimes blue mascara. I have various lipsticks ranging form green, black, blue, purple, mocha, but most often I wear bright red, sometimes with blue eyeliner instead of lip liner. My makeup bag looks more like the entire range of makeup selection from a Walgreen's Pharmacy rather than someones makeup stash. I used to get loaded and spend hours in front of the mirror finding new outrageous ways to do my makeup while my cat watched with utter fascination. I also dress in fancy outlandish clothes, mostly because I'm insane. You see, I had a problem with people staring at me and men stalking me when I was in my early 20's (some dude actually made a grab for my boob at Food for Less), so for a year or two I'd dress in boy's clothes (kind of hard to make yourself look like a boy when you've got a huge rack) and baseball caps with no makeup, but people would still keep staring or honking at me even though I looked like a butch 'frisco dyke. So I said "fuck it" and started dressing as fancy as my little heart desires. Now at least I can tell myself people are staring at me because I'm dressed funny instead of staring at me because there's something wrong with my soul. HURRY, HURRY, HURRY! A SHINJU ONE DAY ONLY SPECIAL!: For one day and one day only I have put a picture of me in my personal profile. It is a bad angle and kind of pixely because it was taken on a cell phone about a year ago, but it kind of gives you an idea of how I would do my makeup on light makeupy day.