my solitary brain cell.

I realized one thing, which proves my brain is VERY SIMPLE.

Last night, I watched "knocked up" and stared at Filip's pictures before I went to bed. And then I had this dream about being knocked up by Filip.
(Pity I don't remember what i'd done before that dream about Stevie LFO living under the sea in a manor that had one room for both kitchen and bathroom)

What a Waster

I should be working on my seminary work.

I am whoring 'round on Facebook, Youtube and DeviantArt instead. Talking to some other los.. old friends on icq. It seems like all the cool kids went to have an enjoyable holidays while the ones who stay here are the finest selection of rejects, sexual deviants (and possible pedophiles, although in my humble case it's called ephebophilia - love for boys who aren't kids anymore, but aren't proper men either), virgins over twenty and lost talents.


I just cant get to do anything until I get rid of this sexual deprivation. The fact I ruin Karin's romantic adventures comes with another one, the fact she ruins my private life in return .D no, I can live with that since it's probably just the matter of my possible secret hag w/ Adam, which would be bloody dangerous anyway.

PFs 'n' stuff

Duh, I don't get why do so many people have to piss me off when it's christmas. Seems almost unholy to me.

However, I've made these not-very-good-but-whatever PFs for all you reading this RUBBISH (oooh, I love this word coming from Nick Hodgson's lips!)
I am posting just the one with my dearest Sufjan, who is my bed warmer these days. ->

When I find myself in times of trouble...

As my psychologist says: You cannot love others until you learn to love yourself.

Duh. I am stuck in an attitude that makes me disrespect everyone, including myself. And what is worse, it's started two moths ago and it keeps on developing.
All right, there is something called "positive development", too, but honestly.. .I don't see it coming.

Christmas, though, are okay. It turns out that after all, family is the only group of people you can (more or less) count on and because they know you so well, there's no need to disguise your real selves, which I probably do all the time when in public.

I miss Karin.

I've made this photomanip for Fillip, who's being rather sweet and supportive tonight. (And we do not have anything going on between us. Alcohol is tricky)


Posting the original, too. We love the movie.

TITS!

According to dr. Karen Weatherby, ten minutes of staring at large breasts a day are equal to half an hour of cardio training. I mean, for men, apparently.