I Love Money Angelique

Meme, again, for a change ...

Stolen from LJ Olivia ( lovely_slyth )

- Describe me in one word. Only one. Positive or negative.

- Leave your comment before looking at what others wrote hano.

- Then copy and paste this meme in your LJ to see how you describe people who know you.

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Meme!

Comment on this post and I will give five arguments that I associate with you. Then publish it on your LJ post you speak of the topics in question.

now, but I could never resist??

ducks : OK, here I am: I * love * Geppi Cucciari. I love it, period. And recently did a wonderful piece about the damage that we women can do to males in our role as mothers. Why they become accustomed since childhood to do the bath, splashing water everywhere, shows our little child playing with rubber ducks in the bathtub. Then the baby grows, gets engaged, goes to live with, or worse, getting married, and his legitimate starts a war without quarter to teach him that the bathroom is not a battlefield where the flooding of more wins. And he sentenced Geppi devils, he looks at you with the veneer of lamb to the slaughter, and with an expression that seems to say ... "And the ducks?"
Okay, now imagine a whole summer to comment on "And the ducks? "for any stupidity I could think of. It was obvious that nature will turn against me, no? In fact one morning and I eloriee peaceful arrive in one of the most beautiful beaches in the universe created and what the hell was soaking in, blissfully few meters from the shore? A whole flock of ducks CONFUSED, who had taken the beach of Vignola for a perfect reed.
Only three words, and not the "sun, heart, love." AND ducks??
Last but not least, the regal Paperetta of Arthur, the existence of which nykyo has dutifully brought to light. When you say love for science, eh ... ;-)

Kink : (I really liked the first version of the message, "Kink +". Very tone ...) if this topic will be developed after molested by perfect strangers via the Internet, know that I will hold you personally responsible. The same is true but if I receive mail or visits to the disgust of the 118 white men ... ;-)
Kink. I have all kinds, and not at all limited to the world of slash fanfiction. The most known, what is perhaps most familiar with people who know me, is the rimming. There is something so fundamentally wrong and erotic at the same time desperately in such an act, that my sick mind could not fail to remain fascinated. Because I know, I * know * you have a sick mind incontrovertible. A person I know, long ago gave this wonderful setting in which I recognize myself a lot. "An evil person is a person who has a sex life unresolved." There I am, I am. Both for the perverse, and for the sex life ... ;-)
Still unresolved about questionable kink, fisting. To read, see, suffer. And here comes the speech on my passive streak no doubt. Not exactly a mental play D / s, yet there is a factor in ball-confidence so bad that the very idea makes me go short.
Double penetration, because a) they are female, and what nature provides, why not exploit it? And b) because it excites me any kind of multi-sensory experience where the overhead of perceptions cancel any inhibition. And no, I do not mean tricks of torture-like meetings or distorted by heavy substances. I mean the good old effect mad explosion of endorphins.
Any "light" version of bondage. I have a passive streak, I think I said, no?
;-) Last but not least, toys. The idea of someone watching me while "playing" with me (and while it is in a privileged location outside viewer almost) makes me turn up the pressure suddenly. Streak passive does That Any bell ring? ;-)

Jack Daniels : ah ... my absolute favorite poison. I was able to ammazzarmici even in Scotland, known to be the birthplace of whiskey without the 'e', and where they see it is not bourbon just a good eye, but still ...
I love it, no way. On the rocks, please. I drink in any physical, mental, conditions. How to say fuck me if there are 40 degrees. I love it especially when the achievement of drunkenness molesta is a conscious choice and determined. We have a special relationship, myself and the old Jack, We know each other well and are very respectful of each other. I never go the limit and he did not betray me. I do not mingling with other stuff and he with impunity if it is good good in my stomach until-end jobs.
The tête-à-tête most legendary? Me, him and my best friend. We opened a bottle in the early evening and in the end there are only a couple of fingers. Sheet music fraternity, as the label provides.
drunk to do disgusting, of course. The only time in my career as an alcoholic honored that I'm missing some of the memories of the evening.
But just because we are old friends who know each other well, we do not need frequent too often. As if to say: do not make that face, that I'm not an alcoholic * really *!

Music: um ... where are the 24 volumes of Treccani I need to address this issue? Ah, I must be brief, you say? Uff ...
Music. The first thing that comes to mind is that they are dreadfully omnivorous. I am able to go from little things to make good on cazzeggiano cleaning or accompany me on some stuff for a car trip spontaneous explosion of the veins. My nickname, for starters, is in honor of one of the most beautiful songs ever written in the history of world music. My opinion, of course. "Grace" by Jeff Buckley. A blow in the stomach sung by one of the most sexy and embracing that come to mind. If you consider that the idiot has managed to kill himself before he had given in meal at the 700/800 world album I expected from him ... pretty much a death! fic by surprise, that surprises you when you are now convinced that the players have escaped and will live happily ever after. This
for side-play. Why then is the most private and delicate, hand-running. I love singing. It is one of my forbidden pleasures, but at the same time is an inconsistent, able to eat your soul. The funny thing is that when I sing at school with children that are a merciless judges, there is no tension factor. Instead rises and expands every time there is someone else to listen to me. From
good monomaniac, CDs remain glued to the car (the car is my place of choice to listen) for months. And do not say so, so to speak.
If I have to name a few ... anything by REM, Tori Amos, Ani Difranco, The Cure, Joan Osborne, Jeff Buckley, La Crus (Mio Joe ... The voice of God), the Schism, which Benvegnù Wikipedia has a heart attack, but without Sara Mazo to act as his counterpart ... and then the De Sfroos (Lombard are, do not make that face, it's not guilt mine are pretty much a must!), the Eels, PJ Harvey, Vinicio Capossela, Pink Floyd ... stop me, I could go on for hours.

Colin Morgan : the understanding that that bastard James Bradley should go around with firearms, because beauty is absolutely unjustified, Colin ... eh, Colin is a great experience for instinctive and not supported by a bell'accidenti anything, the kind of man who could make me very, very bad. The kind with a charm a bit 'contradictory, not universally accepted and recognizable. The kind with a bastard character and difficult to approach, and with a billion of unresolved conflicts. The kind of man who almost inappropriate to create an intimacy with four words, and at the same time able to isolate yourself without even realizing it.
The truth is that if Bradley is a classic piece of cool and caciarone Cazzaro, Colin it is somehow the dark side. That is why, I am sure, when I am passionate about the side-RPS fandom Merlin much more than it did with the side-fanfiction itself. Not to mention the fact that his name is Morgan's last name. Now, but could never choose a character more suited to be attached to Arthur, since Morgan is the original name of Morgana? I think it is obvious how it will end ...
regard to the fact that I developed an unhealthy obsession for all of the stories in which Colin is the active side of the pair, the first point, I deny everything, even the evidence. Second point, is not so active that fascinates me Colin, when Bradley passive. It is as if there was a strange sort of emotional gap, I can not explain in words with dignity (and patience if they graduated in letters, eh ...). Who cares if the image RPF will provide the authors of Colin ranges from super expert and a bit 'a bitch, broken (AEHM ...) to any experience, or a flower tender and innocent in some way, however, is that the two holding the fate of the game . There's nothing to do, when I read stories like that, I can not help but think of " Disintegrate", a wonderful fanfiction Rurounihime where, despite the fact that Draco was always just occasional reports in which the only master of the game when Harry confronts his facade crumbles in the face of quell'Harry * there *, that is not nothing but love him with an openness and frankness that are really scary. Here, when I find stories with passive Bradley, the feeling that I perceive is the same. And it is wonderful.
And then Colin has protruding ears. How could I not love him? ;-)

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Rediviva with reflections

For those who are wondering if it: no, I'm not dead or gone from the web.
It 's a pregnant this period, a time when I run out of breath and, in those few moments are so tired you do not even have the strength to write everything I want. The mind is
proliferation, but the hand does not cooperate.
I must say that 2009 has started well in terms of inspiration, but that's another story.

Before we start the real reason of this post, let me turn briefly to the communications service: Butterfly Wings is temporarily down. I still can not understand why, but it does not matter, since some time I had in mind to make changes to my personal archive and I think this is the appropriate time to do it, finally. So to all those who are interested, or have the site linked somewhere, I report it here soon to the new address of my store staff, as well as the link does not lead to a notice of a malfunction.
Another point: if you are looking for me, because ultimately they are hardly online on msn, I say that my skype contact is almost always online, even when I'm not the PC, so if you want to leave me a msg, go ahead, sooner or later I will read and answer XD

But let us.

was already a few days I had in mind to put a new post here, and many were the thoughts that turned me on the head, those few that was really worth writing, some too personal. Then today it happened: I met a person, a person who had not seen for a while ', but with which, however, does not speak for some time.
Years have passed, much of that time which is almost half my life, but nevertheless we are still here, the starting point. There was a brief period when I thought everything would return as it was, or at least, something that could unlock, giving rise to a slow climb toward a lost friendship. But it was not so.
Today, after many years now, I found myself thinking about how much everything has been stopped and locked, like an old snapshot in black and white worn by time.
I believe in Karma, I think strongly that what we do in life echoes in eternity ... and in the next life I will find myself having to do with all that is left over in this ... and things are many.

I was thinking a thousand things to write you this evening, a thousand things I wanted to say but you are swept away by the wind as vaporisation, and this evening are hours that I look at this blank page, unable to find any words that were embedded so poetic first ... It 's a bit as if they had all coagulated in a suffocating tangle, I can not sgrovigliare.

In good old times, remember my friend Moon Was
so bright and so close to us, "Sometimes

It 's a bit like being in a labririnto which you can not find the exit, and continue to walk and walk, without ever, without meeting, touching only, passing side by side without finding the key to the problem.
Years have passed, another life almost.

We were still blind and deaf, what a bliss?
Painting the World of Our Own, for Our own eyes, now?

Why do I feel like I was the executioner, as if I were I the author of everything? Why, I wonder?
It 's a horrible feeling, a feeling that I do not want to try. I do not know enough to know you not? Or perhaps you've forgotten it all? Have you ever wondered how things are going really? You never come the desire to explain, you know.
to me. Many times I wanted to make a direct comparison. It was not I a bad situation, perhaps proud, for sure damn naive and shy-they are today, some things never change. I'm

writing at random, without rhyme or reason, this post does not remotely look that I wanted, the clarity of dialogue that I had figured in his mind as he thought. I would like to remove everything with a clean slate! Yet clearly reflects my confusion.
Confusion ... is one that has always dominated this whole story ... and will always dominate.

I wish one day, even between years, we could really explain. But I know that will not happen.

Can We Ever Have We had then what? Friendship unbreakable

And so I just have to continue to explain and explain again in my mind.
My life goes on and is happy, this is not the problem, but in one corner of the mind is the irritation and displeasure believed to be an advocate for something that I would not. Never. Something you
annoderà increasingly on itself.
So I will be only one way to exorcise all this: write. Write and hope that eternity will be better that the moment of the day.

One cloudy day we lost the game Both? We
drifted so far and away

Nothing is quite as cruel as a child Sometimes we break the unbreakable
, Sometimes?

so I leave this post: strange and incomprehensible as they are incomprehensible to me this evening.
I leave with one addition ...