"I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,
And knew his hunger as my own."
xoxo happy christmas
love, rebekah
25 December, 2008
23 December, 2008
whether you deserve it or not...
I'll meet everyone on Earth,
And ask about their dreams.
Because life is more,
Much more than it seems.
21 December, 2008
18 December, 2008
16 December, 2008
15 December, 2008
'Tweens are insane
The following comment was posted under Nick Nunziata's blog about Robert Pattinson on Chud.com
Comment #10 (Posted by capt.planet)
"I'd let him suck my dick. then beat his face in with a hammer so he can never do it to anyone else."
what an interesting theory.... and i thought my ex-boyfriend was possessive when he switched all of my birth-control pills with Necco Wafers.
Read A Nice Hard Slap - Fuck this Face here!
The comments are by far .... much more entertaining than Nick's writing.
Comment #10 (Posted by capt.planet)
"I'd let him suck my dick. then beat his face in with a hammer so he can never do it to anyone else."
what an interesting theory.... and i thought my ex-boyfriend was possessive when he switched all of my birth-control pills with Necco Wafers.
Read A Nice Hard Slap - Fuck this Face here!
The comments are by far .... much more entertaining than Nick's writing.
12 December, 2008
I Remember Simpler Times
My Country
by
Dorothea Mackellar
(1885 - 1968)
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die-
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold-
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land-
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand-
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Dorothea Mackellar
I <3 Northeasterners
"This is pathetic," said Bob Cott of Portland, Maine, who lost power for the first time in 10 years. "I'm already sick of winter and we have nine days to go before it officially begins."
08 December, 2008
Crying Library Man
Am I the only person who feels bad for this poor fella?
ok ...fine... i laughed a little...
03 December, 2008
25 November, 2008
21 November, 2008
20 November, 2008
19 November, 2008
18 November, 2008
Fuck No the wait is not over....we've still got 6 months and a few weeks!
First off.... The new Star Trek (JJ Abrams) trailer is SICKNASTYFUCKINGRIDUCULOCITY
Ok so take a look at the shot that starts at :42 (immediately after the Bad Robot Insert) and before we cut to the fellow on the bike chasing young Kirk
and theeennnn.... if you will....please look at the Bad Robot Ad that plays at the end of all LOST episodes:
am i over-reacting and geeking out in hopes that JJ did that to appease/confuse/trick all of his psycho fans (read: ME)
Ok so take a look at the shot that starts at :42 (immediately after the Bad Robot Insert) and before we cut to the fellow on the bike chasing young Kirk
and theeennnn.... if you will....please look at the Bad Robot Ad that plays at the end of all LOST episodes:
am i over-reacting and geeking out in hopes that JJ did that to appease/confuse/trick all of his psycho fans (read: ME)
i mean... by all means...call me out if I'm being irrational.. but doesn't that shot in the Star Trek trailer look just A BIT too similar to his Bad Robot Ad!? and to play it RIGHT after the bad robot advertisement!? c'mon
14 November, 2008
13 November, 2008
Best Gay Books Ever. According to Elton John
12 November, 2008
Hhahahahahahhaha
Don't Mess With Christopher Nolan....
I don't know about you...but I'd side with Chrisopher Nolan over the nation of Turkey... FUCK...the guy is insane...
I don't know about you...but I'd side with Chrisopher Nolan over the nation of Turkey... FUCK...the guy is insane...
09 November, 2008
Many a new day
The Mother Who Died Too
She was so little- little in her grave,
The wide earth all around so hard and cold-
She was so little! therefore did I crave
My arms might still her tender form enfold.
She was so little, and her cry so weak
When she among the heavenly children came-
She was so little- I alone might speak
For her who knew no word nor her own name.
-Edith M. Thomas
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
07 November, 2008
06 November, 2008
04 November, 2008
Вы fucking шальной
I know that this video is old.... But it gets me everytime... At first I thought it was just some crazy guy caught on the security cameras....but.... after seeing it on a few Ad Campaign websites... I think it was intentionally created by JWT the Ad Agency... I wonder.....
31 October, 2008
Wouldn't mind tossing a Harpoon back with this one....
on second thought....she probably drinks Icehouse
29 October, 2008
20 October, 2008
Be Mine
make fun of me all you want..... she was amazing when she performed this version at the Wiltern in June..
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again
Just the sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
And now you're gone, there's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said
It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried
It's a hard thing, faking a smile when I feel
like I'm falling apart inside
And now you're gone, there's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said
But you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone
And you're walking away
And now I'm helpless sometimes
Wishing's just no good
'Cause you don't see me like I wish you would
'Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you always keep passing me by
No, you never were, and you never will be mine"
16 October, 2008
REVIEW: Max Payne
I actually laughed out loud when I read this:
It’s here that “Max Payne” goes quite literally to Hell, as the disillusioned detective realizes a link between Aesir and the pushers of a powerfully addictive drug that induces fiery visions of winged, Valkyrie-like demons. And you thought “The Constant Gardener” was scary.
To read the entire review Click Here
It’s here that “Max Payne” goes quite literally to Hell, as the disillusioned detective realizes a link between Aesir and the pushers of a powerfully addictive drug that induces fiery visions of winged, Valkyrie-like demons. And you thought “The Constant Gardener” was scary.
To read the entire review Click Here
Well I know that I'm still excited for the release this Friday......
15 October, 2008
Caffeine Pills
Last week I was incredibly irritated with my neighbors.... I was going to write a really mean blog about them... and then i found this on youtube and somehow everything was alright.
08 October, 2008
01 October, 2008
Death Starts Like a Dream, Full of Objects and my Sister's Laughter
29 September, 2008
Emails I receive from my Grandma....
Let's All Come Together!
There are fewer than three months until the election, an election that will
decide the next President of the United States. The person elected
will be the president of all Americans, not just the Democrats or the
Republicans. To show our20solidarity as Americans, let's all get
together and show each other our support for the candidate of our choice.
It's time that we come together, Democrats and Republicans alike.
If you support the policies and character of Senator Obama, please drive with
your headlights on during the day.
If you support John McCain, please drive with your headlights off at night.
Thank you for your participation
25 September, 2008
23 September, 2008
Summer Heights High: The Trailer
I think it's the most wonderful new creation to come from the mystical land of New Zealand!!!! (Actually... I'm not sure if this show originated in Australia or NZ) Anyhow.. the main characters are all played by the same guy...you can watch all episodes on youtube - SummerHeightsHigh has its own Channel.
It airs on HBO, November 9th at 10:30PM
21 September, 2008
15 September, 2008
Go Girl OverDrive: Rought Cut
Thoughts?
10 September, 2008
Go Girl Glow!
Glow is the newest addition to the Go Girl Fam! It's natural additives including Aloe Vera promote healthy radiance of the skin and it shrinks your pores too!!!
Does it also shrink your vagina? Your birth canal if you will?
Are you telling me that this drink offers Vaginal Rejuvenation in a can!?
Kegels in A Can !!!!?????????
(Creative shout out to Chris Clav!!)
Delta flight 1669 from Cincinnati to LAX on Sunday - m4w - 32 (Airport)
Have you always dreamed that someone would notice you and post something about you on Craigslist!? Me too!! After browsing the Missed Connections day after day in hopes that my wishes would be granted.... it did indeed happen.
Delta flight 1669 from Cincinnati to LAX on Sunday - m4w - 32 (Airport)
Reply to: pers-745278444@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-07-07, 5:16AM PDT
You were behind me at the Delta gate counter in Cincinnati then when
we boarded the plane I was in first class. You were seated in the
first row just behind the first class section over my right shoulder.
You were wearing a knit hat, an aqua blue top and a skirt with cowboy
boots. Beautiful, long dark hair and a gorgeous face. Very European
and artistic looking. You looked like exactly my type! I was wearing a
blue British Flag t-shirt, camouflage shorts and orange running
sneakers. You caught my eye from the moment I saw you in Cincinnati
and I know we made eye contact at least once. I wish that I'd had a
chance to say hello and strike up a conversation. I'd love to have to
opportunity to meet you. I know this is a long shot but if you should
happen to see this please don't hesitate to reply to this post. Are
you out there beautiful? -Hopeful in L.A.
Delta flight 1669 from Cincinnati to LAX on Sunday - m4w - 32 (Airport)
Reply to: pers-745278444@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-07-07, 5:16AM PDT
You were behind me at the Delta gate counter in Cincinnati then when
we boarded the plane I was in first class. You were seated in the
first row just behind the first class section over my right shoulder.
You were wearing a knit hat, an aqua blue top and a skirt with cowboy
boots. Beautiful, long dark hair and a gorgeous face. Very European
and artistic looking. You looked like exactly my type! I was wearing a
blue British Flag t-shirt, camouflage shorts and orange running
sneakers. You caught my eye from the moment I saw you in Cincinnati
and I know we made eye contact at least once. I wish that I'd had a
chance to say hello and strike up a conversation. I'd love to have to
opportunity to meet you. I know this is a long shot but if you should
happen to see this please don't hesitate to reply to this post. Are
you out there beautiful? -Hopeful in L.A.
31 August, 2008
To GO GIRL or not to GO GIRL... That is the question
Welcome to our Go Girl Ad Campaign
*disclaimer (we are not associated with the actual brand in any way shape or form)
We here at The Fancy Tomboy's Blogspot have got our knickers in a twist over the energy drink GO GIRL...made for and marketed towards women and affeminate men alike...
We here at The Fancy Tomboy's Blogspot have got our knickers in a twist over the energy drink GO GIRL...made for and marketed towards women and affeminate men alike...
From the moment I peeped it's radiant bubble gum pink encasing sitting on my male roomate's desk, no..no..let me start over.... From the moment I grasped the slender can in my girlie fist and drank the nectar of the gods (super citrimax...appetite suppressant extraordinaire)... I knew I was hooked. It's not so much the flavor (Go Girl GLOW even boasts the ability to improve skin texture!!!) as it is the immense satisfaction that I get... knowing that I'm walking around, in public drinking from an obnoxiously pink can called 'Go Girl'. Also, I'd be lying if I said the drink didn't keep my feminine PH in balance.
Please enjoy the beginnings of our ad campaign for the ridiculous product called.... Go Girl...
More to come...
Standby..
27 August, 2008
Today's Lesson: Sentence structure, vocabulary and location, location, location..
Which would you choose as your future?
"That Elisa girl...what was she thinking...she got sassy at the drive through window while ordering Popeyes chicken...and that bitch got stabbed"
or....
"Elisa is so hardened...and gangster... she straight up pounded a mother-fucker down at The Viper Room after he stabbed her for drinking straight out of the Courvousier bottle"
"That Elisa girl...what was she thinking...she got sassy at the drive through window while ordering Popeyes chicken...and that bitch got stabbed"
or....
"Elisa is so hardened...and gangster... she straight up pounded a mother-fucker down at The Viper Room after he stabbed her for drinking straight out of the Courvousier bottle"
22 August, 2008
20 August, 2008
19 August, 2008
Overheard at the Death Star: Are all dance parties gay? If it’s Disco Music.... then the answer is Yes
Not too much has happened today… Just the typical sounds and dialogue of the office… Which is what makes me truly embrace my job. And my co-workers.
I guess what I’m saying is…. I’m just going to think out loud for the next paragraph or two… if you are bored and don’t want to read it…I won’t be offended… but I doubt you have anything more worthwhile in your life at the moment if you are reading this clusterfuck of ideas in the first place.
We have this old computer that takes up space with us in music video…. It’s nice. It’s the guest computer, interns and PA’s use it when they stop by to say "HEY" or "Give me a fake run so I can go have sex with my significant other" or "Hey, Can I borrow $30 to buy illegal substances" or "If you order take-out food without me, I’m going to shit on your desk later… seriously…because if I eat lunch here on bbq Fridays..I can’t control where I shit". Like I said, it’s nice… Daft$tar and I appreciate it. But the thing is that the computer is possessed. It has these internal speakers are NOBODY can shut off…. So an innocent ’user’ will be browsing (and by browsing I mean stalking) a so-called ’friend’s’ myspace page when all of a sudden that person’s myspace profile song just starts BLASTING (don’t you HATE those profiles with automatic tunes!!!??).
What I’m getting at, is this happened today while Daft$tar was on a very important conference call. Pippin was checking out some girl (and by girl I mean guy) who "just won’t give him the time of day" when all of a sudden… bugles and trumpets and horns of all kinds start screeching at record level decibels…. Straight out of the mystery speakers. I believe the music was referred to as "Mazatlan Club Scene".
At this point in time I was on the verge of leaving a message for a freelance employee…. Who later informed me that " What the Fuck!?? It sounded like you were calling from Spring Break in Tijuana". I’m so unprofessional… Daft$tar, who doesn’t like bugles and trumpets…..ripped off his headset…. Stomped over to Pippin’s satanic computer station and started ripping cords out of the wall…while Pippin fought to scramble out of Daft$tar’s path of wrath.
And speaking of being unprofessional… I can’t help but wonder when I will receive my first sexual harassment subpoena. There is a particular employee who shall remain nameless…. But is referred to as ’walking sex’ especially as we are about to call him… I wonder to myself….how many times can I daydream about what it’s like to …..ermmm you know….. before I have a Freudian slip while leaving a message…
Fuck remaining nameless…. Let’s just call him "Walking Sex"
Oh and if this offends you…..please…. I haven’t even gotten to the character who shall be referred to as "Prison Fantasy"….
I guess what I’m saying is…. I’m just going to think out loud for the next paragraph or two… if you are bored and don’t want to read it…I won’t be offended… but I doubt you have anything more worthwhile in your life at the moment if you are reading this clusterfuck of ideas in the first place.
We have this old computer that takes up space with us in music video…. It’s nice. It’s the guest computer, interns and PA’s use it when they stop by to say "HEY" or "Give me a fake run so I can go have sex with my significant other" or "Hey, Can I borrow $30 to buy illegal substances" or "If you order take-out food without me, I’m going to shit on your desk later… seriously…because if I eat lunch here on bbq Fridays..I can’t control where I shit". Like I said, it’s nice… Daft$tar and I appreciate it. But the thing is that the computer is possessed. It has these internal speakers are NOBODY can shut off…. So an innocent ’user’ will be browsing (and by browsing I mean stalking) a so-called ’friend’s’ myspace page when all of a sudden that person’s myspace profile song just starts BLASTING (don’t you HATE those profiles with automatic tunes!!!??).
What I’m getting at, is this happened today while Daft$tar was on a very important conference call. Pippin was checking out some girl (and by girl I mean guy) who "just won’t give him the time of day" when all of a sudden… bugles and trumpets and horns of all kinds start screeching at record level decibels…. Straight out of the mystery speakers. I believe the music was referred to as "Mazatlan Club Scene".
At this point in time I was on the verge of leaving a message for a freelance employee…. Who later informed me that " What the Fuck!?? It sounded like you were calling from Spring Break in Tijuana". I’m so unprofessional… Daft$tar, who doesn’t like bugles and trumpets…..ripped off his headset…. Stomped over to Pippin’s satanic computer station and started ripping cords out of the wall…while Pippin fought to scramble out of Daft$tar’s path of wrath.
And speaking of being unprofessional… I can’t help but wonder when I will receive my first sexual harassment subpoena. There is a particular employee who shall remain nameless…. But is referred to as ’walking sex’ especially as we are about to call him… I wonder to myself….how many times can I daydream about what it’s like to …..ermmm you know….. before I have a Freudian slip while leaving a message…
Fuck remaining nameless…. Let’s just call him "Walking Sex"
Oh and if this offends you…..please…. I haven’t even gotten to the character who shall be referred to as "Prison Fantasy"….
Overheard at the Death Star: Is there really any difference between an Almond Joy or a Mound?
*Please make yourself aware of the annotated bibliography at the bottom (Diana Hacker you can eat your heart out)
A friend of a friend came into work today and claimed to be dressed ’like a lesbian’. And to be quite honest, she was right.
I overheard her explaining her lesbian garb to the character known as "Federal Express or Fed Ex" anyhow her lesbian wear went a bit like this: vans sneakers without socks, denim shorts that retire just above the knee, and a t-shirt with unshaven legs to boot.
To which Federal Express replied "But you always look like a lesbian" (as he squinted to get a better look at her) 1
She gave him a look of disgust, which was quickly replaced by a look of loving kinship. 2
Fed Ex proceeded to share his profound southern logic with the frigid, new england originating, self-loathing synthetic lesbian....
"You look like the diva that you are….gettin’ whateva you want….You come into work one day….wantin’ one thing…. Come in the next day wantin’ somethin’ else… Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t"…
Fed Ex taught us all something that day….
Notes
1) Fed ex is partially blind. I think he has cateracs (sp?)
2) It is impossible to stay mad at people from Arkansas.
A friend of a friend came into work today and claimed to be dressed ’like a lesbian’. And to be quite honest, she was right.
I overheard her explaining her lesbian garb to the character known as "Federal Express or Fed Ex" anyhow her lesbian wear went a bit like this: vans sneakers without socks, denim shorts that retire just above the knee, and a t-shirt with unshaven legs to boot.
To which Federal Express replied "But you always look like a lesbian" (as he squinted to get a better look at her) 1
She gave him a look of disgust, which was quickly replaced by a look of loving kinship. 2
Fed Ex proceeded to share his profound southern logic with the frigid, new england originating, self-loathing synthetic lesbian....
"You look like the diva that you are….gettin’ whateva you want….You come into work one day….wantin’ one thing…. Come in the next day wantin’ somethin’ else… Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t"…
Fed Ex taught us all something that day….
Notes
1) Fed ex is partially blind. I think he has cateracs (sp?)
2) It is impossible to stay mad at people from Arkansas.
.....Sexy Guinness Ad.....umm GULP....
if by sexy you mean, a lackluster...hideously offensive threesome...or is it a foursome?
I can't wait until Feministing see's this shit.. or Bitch Magazine
(I couldn't resize the video window.... so it's taking up the entire page...My Bad..)
Sexy Guinness Ad - Watch more free videos
I can't wait until Feministing see's this shit.. or Bitch Magazine
(I couldn't resize the video window.... so it's taking up the entire page...My Bad..)
Sexy Guinness Ad - Watch more free videos
18 August, 2008
You Are.... A shy girl leaving on a jet plane
I wrote this after my last final at Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts. Within 3 days I would be leaving a good portion of my life behind to move to California. Somehow, this transition was different from moving to Australia for University...
You are...
One-thousand sparkling lights on the skyline over the Charles River, a city where 20-something young professionals scramble to Houston's and Tia's On the Waterfront for after work drinks in hopes of finding a husband before all of their high school friends are already married, the BPL a place where the intellectual type, photography students and the homeless can coexist, a vomit drenched Green Line on Saint Patty's Day, Unreported but Graded Sexual Harassment at Underbar, spontaneous road trips to Merri Land... 'and they say he is only Magic on a Skateboard...'
You are...
a stiff tequila sunrise at Model along with The only Kool Cigarette, the cities most attractive men jam packed into one Elite Square (Harvard), an elusive red light district on the Lower Washington, pretentious college students arguing about Existentialism in Espresso Royale, a syringe studded alley behind the intersection of Tremont & Boylston, the young man who screams outside my window at 3am "OUCH! You bit my cock!", a dirty-ho at Sunset Cantina & Grill, the seals outside of The Aquarium at 4 Am, backstage-downstairs in the Middle East Club, the Dewars Lounge & Skybox at the Celtics vs. the Heat...
You are...
Hundreds of high school kids skipping school on a steamy June afternoon to drink '40s while cliff-jumping at Orange, beaver-fever, the junkie who mooned me, girls from Revere, getting lost in Chelsea at 3AM, spending 2 weeks of my life in a warehouse somewhere in South Boston, Brian at Shag!, my Film 1 on the Charles River Bridge, Sweetwater during Emerson's Senior Week, Halloween and cold, yet naked, standing in a never-ending line at Chacarero, drunk on Lansdowne before the game begins and waddling into Fenway with a bottle of Rum wedged in your skirt...
You are...
wearing a black patent leather nurse costume in the back of an ambulance at Renneslaur Field in Connecticut while someone is retching on your shoes and the air around your brain is filling with smoke, a hipster sweatshop where 80% of the employees are sleeping together but work-related relationships are 'discouraged', Iffboston.org, American Repertory Theatre, the Berklee Film Scoring Kids, New Years' eve in the West Village of NYC, the Video Music Awards, treasure-hunting in Beacon Hill, T-Rex on the prowl, My Rooftop, The Three Little Piglets Forever til Death Do Us part (plus one baby), ambulence for one at 180 Tremont, thanks....a house show or two in Brawlston...an emotionless bangle-slinging hipster dancing to her own music... a street corner tuna slinger... You Are My City
You are.... much more than I could ever acknowledge or recognize with some stupid little piece of writing....
(My old 'hood in Beacon Hill!!)
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