Patron Saint of Piercings

My dear friend, Carrie-Anne over at Little Big posted today about SEO for Gangsters, which prompted me to take a look at my own keyword searches and see the haps.

Here is what I found:


To be fair, the “MLIS series porn” kind of makes sense because I recently wrote about the influx of erotica fiction in which librarians were heavily featured. But the “patron saint of piercings” is the funny one – considering I haven’t purposefully discussed body modification in ages.

Or it could possibly be a nomination of sorts? Well then, I’m flattered.


I have big issues with people who talk shit to hide their insecurities. Especially when it’s used to attempt to come between a friendship because that particular ‘person’ doesn’t like me.

R. has been telling his girlfriend that I’m a lesbian and bad juju because I once had a fivesome which included two women when I was living in san francisco. I had sex with two women. BIG FUCKING WOOP! So he thinks that of something I told him in passing a long ass time ago, that I’m going to go steal his girlfriend and fuck her. This is the reason he tells her she can’t ‘go out with me’ because either I’m slutting around and grabbing men or I’m going to fuck her.
And oh, another female the gf and I know also has had sex with girls but yet she’s okay. I was so livid when the gf told me I couldn’t see straight. I’m tired of the animosity R. keeps showing me despite all the shit I’ve done for them and there /is/ no singular reason why he needs to treat me like shit and talk smack.

R. and I got into verbal fisticuffs tonight in a parking lot however I did not find out about this tidbit till later. There is more to the story, obviously, but since that is not my story to tell, I can’t.

I’m just bloody fucking tired of drama and manipulative emotional nitwits. I’m 31 years old, not in bloody high school. I see these people handful times a month, IF THAT and he’s ALWAYS rude to me and I’ve been nothing but nice to him.

And oh? I especially love the logic behind all of this. I have my fucking cunt pierced, I can’t have sex even if I wanted to. I’m such a paranoid about taking exceptional care of my piercings that WHY THE HELL WOULD I ENDANGER MYSELF for some ass? Le hello? Earth to human?!

Je prefere le cock!

fucking morons.

um, okay.


while working on, i was pursuing my gallery looking for an image of me to use on my page and found this attached here:

It’s written from an ex-coworker, and you know, sure!

From: Alby (Jul 22, 2003 04:53 PDT)
Can Heaven Wait Quarter after seven, got a phone call Telling me to get here quick Said your girl is in a bad situation They don’t know if she’s gonna make it As I hurry to be by her side I ask a thousand times, why oh why There’s no rhyme or reason in my life With you lying here this way I’d give anything just to trade places with you So I’m begging heaven down on my knees To help you make it through Tell me can heaven wait Can heaven wait just one more night Tell me what it’s gonna take To keep you with me in my life Giving up the shame of my other life Now I’m seeing things in a whole new light Lord, I vow to change if you just make it right Can heaven wait one night Thinking back on times that I’ve wasted I should have cherished every day All the different flavors that I tasted Can’t compare to you, no way As I reminisce by your side Tears of guilt are streaming from my eyes All the things I did that weren’t right Wish I could apologize I’d give anything if I could trade places with you So I’m beggin’ heaven down on my knees To help you make it through I’m gonna stop the world, reverse the time Do whatever it takes to keep you alive Heaven has to wait one more day Baby, take my breath so you can breathe I need you here so don’t you leave Heaven has to wait