A Little Bit Rock 'N Roll

Snakes on a motherfuckin plane!

2007-01-03T21:06:00.000-05:00

Well, Krysta bought it the other day and we finally watched it tonight. It was actually really good. I wasn't sure if I should expect something kinda hokey and trying too hard to be a good movie. But it wasn't hokey. It was what it was: a plane filled with snakes with Samuel L. Jackson playing ringleader. That's all it needs to be. The concept is golden, Mr. Jackson is golden, stir in some serious internet hype and you run into platinum. I especially enjoyed watching Krysta and I having totally different reactions to the "Meet the Snakes" documentary. She had creepy crawlies, and I oohed and aahed. If I still had any hopes of owning a snake one day, that movie sealed the deal as far as Krysta is concerned, I think. But, we had fun thinking up sequels. My contribution? "Snakes on a Cruise". Possibly called simply "Snakes on a Boat". Claire is having a particularly successful run as a lawyer, with some help from her new friend Agent Flynn. To celebrate the conviction of some superbig crime lord (well, duh!), they go on a cruise together! You guessed it, superbig crime lord is pissed and still has men on the outside. Snakes ensue as Claire and Neville look at each other and just go, "*sigh* Not again!" Also, "Don't these assholes learn??" Or maybe, "Snakes don't pay, motherfucker!"

Okay, I'm done being silly about the motherfucking snakes. Although I would also like to say that the CGI was actually awesome, unlike many movies you see where the CGI looks fake (can anyone say Harry Potter with his wand up a troll's nose?). I am a particular fan of the adult Burmese Python (for you non-snake people, that's the Big Motherfucking Snake) which provides some well-deserved retribution in the second half of the movie.

And now I'm gonna figure out if I can get some real food in me right now. And maybe I'll get something else into me after that. ;D

drunken blogging ftw!!!!

2006-12-30T21:38:00.000-05:00

Yep, I'm dunk, and so what? I got drunk in my house, drinking out of my glass, and you know what? it's beautiful. And if you don't like it, you can get the fuck out.

Gus, why cab't your wife walk a fucking flight of stairs? You come over here ever y year gus, and you burn down my motherfucking back yward and your wife rips down the steps. You know whay you'r whife cant' walk a flight of steps gus? cause she's a fat, hairy bithc.

okay that'e enouth durnden blogging and eddie murgphy quoting for now. I will luagh at this tomorrow. but right now krysta's standing next to me and she just got totall ynaked. watch for posts at both blogs tomorrow, kids!!!!

Long time, no see

2006-12-29T10:09:00.000-05:00

I never did come back after that last post, did I? Well, the Sex Toy thing did not work out, but I did raise my girl count to an even ten. Now Sex Toy and I just have a heck of a lot of fun flirting at work. I couldn't help but make comments to him last night. He called me on Christmas Eve to tell me that he'd been promoted to production manager, so I knew he would look different, but I was not prepared for him to look downright hot. The new uniform suits him.

Meanwhile, Krysta gave me a ring for Christmas, just a plain silver band, and my first night back at work it fell off, presumably into some lucky drive-thru customer's bag. She was asleep when I got home Tuesday night so I broke the news to her when I met her for lunch yesterday afternoon.

Oh, and Onyx did not manage to find me a Wii, but he did manage to find me the new Zelda game, which is beautiful and interesting and the plotline reminds me a bit of the first Kingdom Hearts (shadows take over the light and blahbity blah). The puzzles are, as usual, a bit challenging, and I've even died four times already. And I've just gotten to the first main bossfight! In other gaming news, I beat Katamari Damacy. Which my ex-girlfriend crowned "the easiest game ever". She's probably right, since I beat it. I am going back and playing all the levels again trying to do better. I rolled up one of my cosmic cousins the other night!

Anyway, there isn't much more to report at this point. Our little triangle is doing better than ever, and things are looking up for all of us!

Oh, there is one more thing. Since I changed my diet (although the holidays ruined that briefly) and with all the walking around campus I've been doing, my tummy has subsided. I can suck it in now to where it almost looks like I actually work out. And my chest filled out as well.. A 34-C!! I am very excited about these new developments. I ganked my mom's old polaroid and plan to get film for it so Onyx can take some new photographs of me so I can finally earn my own month and the $25,000 that goes with it! I figure, if they don't take me, they're crazy!!

2006-11-13T23:17:00.000-05:00

So Onyx and I are going over to hang with the prospective sex toy for me. I'll have to come up with a pseudonym for him, I suppose. Right now, I'll just call him Sex Toy. So, the plan is to go to Sex Toy's house, he and I get drunk, and I suppose Onyx will decide if I'm going to fuck him. Either way, I'm getting fucked hard tonight.

The next step to full poly?

2006-11-02T23:17:00.000-05:00

So, apparently, so intense was the sexual energy released by Onyx and myself Monday night that her lamp blew out. And it was awesome. Oh, was it awesome. I pinned him dead and whispered eroticism into his ears until he was moaning my name, pleading with me, "please, do *something* to me..."

"You want me to do what?" I asked pseudo-innocently.

"ANYTHING." Bingo. Sounds like begging to me. And, oh, was it ever satisfying to hear him moan again when I slid myself onto him. And again, and again, as I rocked myself up and down. It was passionate and slow at first, evolving slowly into passionate and rough with me on all fours and my legs spread much farther than they usually are in that position.

And so our latest streak of Hot Sex began. I was a little sore the next day, but he decided to "kiss it and make it better" and that opened me right back up. And then last night, not only was there the sex, but this bit of interesting:

Krysta was raving about her boss Mr. HotPants again, and for some reason the conversation came around to a point where I said something along the lines of, "I'm not allowed boys yet."

Out of nowhere, Onyx replies, "You've never asked."

Upon further inquiry, he switched up again and said he wasn't sure. He also made a point that it's easier for me to get guys than it is for him to get girls. Because I'm a girl, and pretty, and presumably having dick thrown at me left and right. Do I notice most of this dick? Nope, I sure don't. And a guy catching my fancy only happens once in a purple moon. Apparently, though it is a purple moon at the moment, cause there's a guy at work I wouldn't mind having my way with just once. And it sounds like Onyx might be open to giving me permission.

I think I'll ponder these thoughts in the shower before I go to bed. With Onyx. Hopefully naked.

In which Onyx is mean, except not

2006-10-30T19:24:00.000-05:00

There is not a day that goes by that I don't end up thinking how much I love Onyx and how goddamn lucky I am to have found him. Today I was telling him about an article I read for class about arranged marriages in India. We agreed that while it seemed an efficient system, we were both glad that our American social structure was not the same. If it had been, we would probably not have even met each other, much less ended up as happily married as we are. We have a lot going on for us, and can consider ourselves extremely lucky on a number of points. The most important of which, of course, is that we do have such a healthy, wonderful relationship.

And the sex doesn't hurt. Neither does the polyamoury.

I gotta say, being a girl, periods suck. If you're not a girl, you probably don't understand how much I want to chloroform the ovary gnomes and make those bitches stop twisting up my insides. This month, worse, because Krysta has finally synchonized with me, so I can't even fuck her or encourage Onyx to fuck her and keep the both of them happy. And not being able to do anything for some reason brought out the mean, horrible, terrible, vicious tease in my husband. This week he has done more of that than usual, sending me to work both aroused and upset that I could not throw him down and fuck his brains out right then and there.

Yesterday was a good example. Here's what happens. As part of my preperation to go to work, one of the first things I do is to put my hair (which falls to two-thirds down my back) up in a ponytail. Recently Onyx told me that he really likes my hair like that and thinks it's extremely cute. Then upon my questioning he admitted that that's why he keeps wanting quickies just before I go. Because the ponytail is cute. And yesterday was no exception. I put my hair up, brushed my teeth, put my contacts in, and put on my uniform. Onyx was at his computer, as usual, through all of this. I picked up my purse and keys, and then realized that it was still too early to leave. I didn't have a chance to decide my course of action, however, because Onyx got up out of his chair at that point and walked straight over to where I was standing in front of his dresser.

He grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I fell back against the dresser, then snaked one hand around his waist while the other slid up his chest and around his neck to the back of his head. He moved one hand to encompass my waist, to pull me in closer. Soon he had both hands around me, my other hand wrapped around his shoulder to claw at his back. I moaned just slightly, his signal that I was right where he wanted me. And that's when he stopped kissing me. But he didn't separate our bodies. He didn't loosen his hold. He put one hand back on the back of my neck and grinned. Leaning forward again, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he whispered, "Don't you want it?" And I did. By this time, I could feel his hardness against my thighs, and it was making me hot.

He continued, moving his whispered breaths from my cheek, to my ear, to my sensitive neck and shoulder, back up again, lingering ever so slightly at my lips which so longed to be kissed. As he talked, he thrusted his body against mine, mimicking the actions I only wished we were excercising. "You do, don't you?" he asked, but he didn't have to. I had been reduced to short, gasping sighs that resembled laughing, but really I was beginning an ascent I hadn't expected. "You want me in you? To feel me thrusting, my cock throbbing inside you?" He continued, but I couldn't hear him anymore. The power of his words had already driven me to orgasm. Damn, that man is good at what he does.

He finally broke his hold of me. Grinning evilly, he told me to have a great night at work. And, once I found my legs again, I left to do just that. Needless to say, I plan to fuck him silly when I get done and he gets home from work...

Minor update

2006-08-29T17:18:00.000-04:00

Yay! I have internet!! Onyx only had to bitch at the company three days in a row to get them to come and fix the damn faulty installation. But now, Krysta and I can blog to our little heart's contents.

Hey, we were watching this old tape of TNA recently, and Raven had this girl with him and it turns out that it's Micky James. Crazy!!!! I'm slowly learning my wrestling history through Krysta. Also my Trek history. We watched Wrath of Khan last night. And earlier this week, we both finally got to see the original Wicker Man. Afterwards, we mused what the new one might do to OMGSensationalize!! itself. We're thinking police helicopters swoop in at the last minute to dramatic music, like the William Tell Overture or something. Also, more sex.

School is great. Does it bother anyone else that someone might be surprised at the prospect of doing math in a computer science class? I had to cover my face as I was leaving that class to keep from bursting into giggles. I didn't completely surpress myself, but at least the laughter put me in a good mood.

going to work soon back at FastFoodLand. This franchise however is much better than the one I just came from. I have high hopes here. And they're starting me higher than they originally said they would so I am excited.

Will not be updating with wrestling reactions for a while. There are still a few things to unpack and Onyx still has to get a job. Once those feats are dealt with and we have some money, we will be getting cable. I am glad that I haven't had to watch Vicki Guererro fail to act her way out of a paper bag the last couple of weeks. But from what I am reading, I do hope to return to watching the shows again with some revival of the business. Sounds like they're finally bringing some young new talent in to give them a damn chance.

And where the hell is Gangrel???

Nothing further today.

Free!!! and totally bored

2006-08-11T10:43:00.000-04:00

Well I'm officially free from my job at FastFoodLand today. I will be taking my uniforms up there and getting my last check at 2:00. After that, it's off to the bank and then off to the new house to take a small load of things. As it turns out, several of the girls from work are going to be in College Town (covert name for the place i'm moving to) to have a going-away dinner for one of our best and longest-running employees. She graduated high school in May and is now about to take off to join the Navy. I'm very proud of her and wish her all the luck in the world.

Unfortunately, ths whole moving thing really sucks hardcore. Onyx has already moved one too many times in his life so the days that we're actually hauling stuff to the new house, he's pretty grumpy. The rest of the time he's okay, but I've found out that his procrastination skills can rival mine. Well if he doesn't want to take his stuff whatever. I have to finish packing the kitchen today. Pack up all the cleaners and chemicals that are under the sink, and wash the dishes that are in it. The last load is going to be larger than I thought because it will take two people to move the two TVs and the stove. Plus there's plenty of his stuff in our room that hasn't been packed yet that probably isn't going to go today. My hope would be that the desk is light enough that I can handle it and I could take the truck today and he could have my car. But I doubt that's going to happen. I don't think he's going to let me drive the truck with any sort of a load in the back of it.

On the upside, our bedding is all fresh & clean. It was waaaay overdue.

Well, I guess I'd better get dressed and get to packing. *sigh*

offlining

2006-08-04T14:26:00.000-04:00

Well I haven't been around, and I'll be absent for a while longer. We are smack-dab in the middle of the moving process. Onyx was highly ill with me the other day when we moved the first of our things to the new house. When I called my mom I told her that there was no veterinary medicine degree at the school I'm going to, which to Onyx was the whole damn reason we were moving in the first place. The good news is that I can get basically any major to go to that graduate program and the school that does offer it is only an hour away. Methinks I'll be commuting when I get to that point. But, that's a while off yet.

So anyway, Ric Flair is psycho isn't he? Wow I wish I could just fall like he does.

And that's about it. Back to school-related activities for me!

Unrepressed

2006-07-12T20:38:00.000-04:00

Onyx went out after work last night, and finally got home after 10:00. I'd already gone to bed, but he immediately snuggled up to me for a minute. Then he took a shower. Then he came back to me in the bed and REALLY snuggled up to me. I haven't gotten to spend a lot of time with him in the last few days, so we haven't had time to just be with one another. But last night we made time. We made up for time. And how! The relationship itself is great, but it certainly doesn't hurt that he's a fantastic lover. I didn't realize just how much I'd been waiting for him for the last couple of days until we got into it. My voice reached a pitch that it hasn't made it to in a while. In fact, my shreiking brought the dog into the room. And I think Krysta may have been servicing herself in the next room listening to us.

And today, I went and got my hair colored. It's darker now. The fun part was that I couldn't even tell it at first. Because I was only seeing it in flourescent and natural lighting. When I got home, and looked at myself in my own bathroom mirror... Holy Crap! I'm hot!!!! I will have to take pictures this week. Onyx has yet to see it and I will write about his reaction later. He will be working late tonight but neither of us has to work tomorrow so I'll be waiting up for him.

And by the way? The new celebrity fit club commercials are made for psychotic people. And Arby's is hitting everyone they know way below the belt. Go Arby's!!

I hate my body

2006-07-10T16:31:00.000-04:00

Just when I think it can't do anything weirder to me, then it takes a 12-hour break. I really need to eat better. And not drink beer.

And then my dumb ass re-discovered my love for late-night softcore. I was watching some Hotel Erotica the other night. And then I couldn't do anything to relieve myself. But I do have to say one thing about one of the episodes I was watching. It went way beyond suspension of belief. It went so far past it that I was actually suspending my DISbelief. The woman wanted the man to be adventurous, and he didn't want to be. He was all tight-assed about the couple next door having sex all the time, and then she talked him into going to some native american enlightenment thing, and he was all tight-assed about that too, and thought she was crazy when she expressed interest in having sex with the couple next door. Then all four of them just HAPPEN to end up in the same hot tub and then suddenly he's all over it. No transitional period. Just boom, from tight-assed to totally into it in 3.5 seconds. There are few things that ever really bother me when I'm watching a movie or a tv show. But this was one of them. Grr. Arrgh.

Ugh. The dog needs a bath.

2006-07-08T20:38:00.000-04:00

Okay! So that was easy. That's me, and my dog, except he's shaved now, and my hair has lightened in the sun so now it's strawberry blonde. And I'm gonna be coloring it soon. Onyx has no idea. I'm going to surprise him and do it this week. That'll be two surprised in one week too, because I gave him a blow job last night, not something I hand out too often. And with a sore throat no less! I may do it again before the week is over, who knows. But now that I'm not "broken" anymore.... well he tends to tell me to just get on him when I actually just want to blow him. I'm getting better every time, you know.

My car smells like cookies. Krysta had some vanilla-scented body spray that had fallen in the floorboard and accidentally set it off by stepping on it the other day. My car will be smelling very nice for quite a while now.

Okay I've been in my contacts far too long and I need to switch to my glasses now.

Don't Call it a Comeback!

2006-07-07T21:59:00.000-04:00

And now, the Queen of Bling's thoughts on the last two Wrestling shows.

Before I get into ECW, I would like to state that I understand that RVD is being suspended. And apparently so is Kurt Angle. I still wish that ECW had someone else to grab the belt from him while he's out.

ECW:
The Good:
-Test returned! I am jealous of that lucky fan that got to take home Head.
-The vampire spit blood on the camera! Can anyone say, "blood bath?"
-Kelly actually showed some pasties
-No Raw Superstars tried to crash the party!

The Bad:
-The Sandman beat up yet another nobody. Can someone tell me when he became the bouncer?
-Pauly betrayed his boy! That's it, they're both in time-out.

The Ugly:
-Big Show. He's the champ. That's roughly equivalent of Khali winning the World Heavyweight Title.

SmackDown!:
The Good:
-Matt Hardy got to almost win the royale rumble. That's not a bad push.
-Mr. Kennedy actually faced a billed superstar. And SuperCrazy interrupted his entrance, which was sweet.
-Little Bastard! 'Nuf said.
-Gregory Helms wrestled two weeks in a row!
-The voice of the Undertaker taunts Khali!!
-BATISTA!! And the fall of Mark Henry.

The Bad:
-Smackdown continued it's "funny accent = heel" streak with the introduction of Sylvan. And he didn't even do anything!
-Vito's dress. He needs to stick to solid colors. Or small prints.

The Ugly:
JBL. Someone please get him off the damn mic. He's an idiot.

Thanks to Krysta for uttering the title of this post while in pre-show discussion.

Meh.

2006-07-07T17:02:00.000-04:00

So it's that time of the month again, and I had to go refill my birth control today. The price has gone up again. The woman (who just so happens to be the mother of the guy I used to work with from the last post) said $47.13 and my response was, "There should be insurance on that. Last time it was still only $20 with insurance. Now the price has gone up to over $50, and insurance covers very little of that anymore I guess. At some point it's almost going to be cheaper just to have kids! I suppose I will have to have a discussion at some point with the ol' ball and chain about whether or not I should continue to pay $50 a month for birth control, or if we think my body will do what it's supposed to now after all these years and we can use condoms and not worry about omgwhatismybodydoing. Because trust me, perpetually paranoid is not a fun state to be in.

Then to add to the fun, I got home and spent fifteen minutes trying to get my key to fit in the door. Not being able to get something to go where it's supposed to is very frustrating and not something I'm used to. So I whined at the door a bit, and finally go it open. But not before breaking my purse! I have this old Hello Kitty toy from McDonald's hanging off my zipper, and when I turned around to set down my stuff, she got stuck in the door and I ripped the pull handle right off my zipper. So back to ConglomoMart it was, to get a new purse. I like to call it, "The least ugly purse not involving a Disney character".

Last night my girlfriend popped in her DVD of this year's Hall of Fame ceremony and we had a couple of beers and enjoyed the half-drunken antics of Sensational Sherri. And also the road stories of Bret Hart. And of course the McMahon family sitting together, flanked by HHH (sitting next to Stephanie of course) and Ric Flair.

I do hope I spelled all those right. The ovary gnomes hate me especially hard this month.

My girlfriend also helped me complete the Holy Trinity of Hardcore. She had to check and make sure she heard me correctly the first time she heard me call Al Snow "Jesus." So I had to ask her today, "If Foley is God, and Al Snow is Jesus, who is the Holy Ghost?" The answer: Stevie Richards. Also appearing: The Sandman as the Grim Reaper, and Ballz as St. Peter, featuring his chair as Judgement.

Batista returns tonight. Krysta (that's my girlfriend) and I hope that he beats the living hell out of Mark Henry. Here's what I'd like to see: The first half of the program is spent not seeing Batista at all. No one has seen him or knows where he is. JBL (*raspberry*) and Michael Cole do nothing but wonder where he is. At the end of the first hour, Mark Henry comes out and gloats, thinking he's scared Batista off. He bad mouths him, calls him a coward, and basically brags that he's ended Batista's career, and that he'll never come back, and lumps him in with a few more names that will "never come back" e.g., Chris Benoit. Comparison with Khali "destroying" the Undertaker optional. Then suddenly, from out of nowhere, comes Batista. BAM! And we've just made what I believe is our first match at the next pay-per-view.

Maybe we'll get lucky and we won't have to see Booker this week. But I doubt it. Even luckier would be if Little Bastard bit Finlay and gave him rabies.

And hey, doesn't look like any of the SmackDown! superstars are going and getting themselves suspended this week!

A bit of everything

2006-07-06T18:00:00.000-04:00

So it's my personal blog, which means I'm gonna write about whatever. Sometimes I'll talk about sex. Sometimes I'll talk about wrestling. And sometimes those worlds will collide with each other because occasionally I slam myself against the wall while I'm in the shower thinking about fucking a professional wrestler. In particular, I usually fantasize about Rob Van Dam. Right now, however, he's in time out. Shame on you, Rob, just shame all over you. And when you're out of time out, lots of creamy shame everywhere....

I digress. Sometimes I'd like to ask my husband if I could have the freedom to have a fling. I found myself waking up from a very nice dream involving a guy I used to work with. Nineteen years old, still a virgin... I found myself teaching him a thing or two. I never knew I could be such a good teacher.

I am at this point fond of saying that my girlfriend and I are bad influences on each other. I converted her, and she has got me looking at guys again. I thought I was pretty much a lesbian if it wasn't for my husband. But I was wrong. There are guys around here I'd like to get my hands on.

Woooo!

2006-07-01T16:57:00.000-04:00

Yeah, that's because my girlfriend got me back into wrestling. It had a bad patch where she didn't even watch for a while. And she's been watching basically since her eyes opened. But it's entertaining again. This last weekend she even went to Vengence and Raw. I do have to say something about Raw. DX: thank you for reminding us that Vince used to have a personality. And Vince? Thank you for going to such great lengths for a poop joke. Now all you need to do is fix Smackdown so it's watchable again. I suppose it's hard when your biggest draw to the show decides he doesn't want on-air time anymore But you have ten million jobbers right now. Take a couple of the best ones and put them front and center. And smush the Pit Bulls. That's just silly.

Well, enough about that, eh? I've got a life too! Somewhere... wait, I know it was here a minute ago...

So I currently live with my husband and our girlfriend. It's a pretty sweet existance, really, especially considering what loner losers we all were in high school. Somewhere between graduation and now, my girlfriend and I both became exhibitionists somehow. She posted her boobs on half-naked Thursday! And I have nude pictures that made it to the submissions gallery in a Playboy Cyberclub exclusive.

I love to dance! Also, I'm totally random. That's probably why I named my ferret after minor character in Pulp Fiction....

Moving soon, that's going to be fun. Packing up everything we own and running away to College Town so that I can go back to school.

Hmm Shakira just came on my computer. I have to go dance now, because it's what I do.