Hah, I read that yesterday. Stupid gangster.

He's really creepy and scary. Mum was wondering if his neighbours didn't hear the lions and why they didn't say anything, but who would dare complain when you have freaking lions on your street? Besides, he and his brother have been escaping justice for so many years I can't count. When this one came out of prison last year, he did so on a horse.

A literal horse or is that a Romanian metaphor?

A literal horse

What was the horse in prison for?

Lol, Jess. It's a beautiful horse, though.

It totally is. Unfortunately the gangster man looks like Pablo Escobar.

Although I suppose all nonathletic men with mustaches and egos the size of countries look alike.

Dayum, Miss labelleza, this is quite motivating! If that 4/5's of a couch can turn me into an interesting and exciting man/woman, what the hell is going to happen when I get the decadent purple velvet bordello couch? I'll burst into flames of awesomeness. I would like that.

(seriously, i need you as my life coach)

The flames will kill you instantly with their heated coolness but it will all be worth it.

Kenyans waiting in line to vote.

That is so heart-warming.

Let's hope their votes will be counted this time around.

Someone posted this on Facebook and it made me laugh:

Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory” Is Actually A Movie Full Of Jerks

Excerpt:
" BUT... the minute Charlie comes running in with a golden ticket, Grandpa Joe is suddenly full of life..."

Incidentally, my Mum hates this film. I don't know why.

I always used to fast-forward the Cheer Up Charlie song.

Child born with HIV cured...

http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/baby-born-with-hiv-is-apparently-...

And, it gets more beautiful even, as no two people are ever looking at the same rainbow, even while sitting right next to each other.

CHILD WITH HIV CURED!

nobody?

I saw it on the news last night. Was so glad and shouted, "Oh my god!" out loud. But yeah that's great news, Amber
And I wanted to give you an awkward hug (because we don't know each other that long yet, but still think you're sweet), when you talked about your husband not reading the books you suggest. I hear ya.

My father in law has been HIV positive for over a decade, and we have had several bad scares with him being hospitalized with severe pneumonia (respiratory infection is generally the precursor to HIV developing into full blown AIDS) so I guess I find interest in those sorts of things on more than just an abstract level.

I appreciate the awkward hug. I'm not a hugger, but I could use all the hugs possible right now. This morning James walked out the door and sort of smiled holding that book along with his work notebooks and stuff, said "I can't believe you are giving me an ultimatum over this book." Which isn't entirely true. It is just symbolic.

we're still not wearing our rings.

When I was nineteen and first took him back, after he left me in a run down motel. I had nothing left. He had to beg and I had to dig as down inside as deep as I could to accept. I gave him a relationship book and said he had to read it, that was the deal. I would take him back if he would read that book. He didn't. So here we are thirteen years later.

WHY WON'T HE READ THE GODDAMN BOOKS?

Probably because he gets away with it.

3 weeks old, aggressive retroviral treatment....

SCIENCE, BITCH!

I don't know. I have always given him books, as presents, along with whatever other present I was giving.

When I say it is symbolic I mean not just because of the past, also, it is just an example of how nothing that really matters to the other one matters to... the other one. I like being individuals. I don't want to be the same in everything, but some things are important.

I asked him how he was liking his book and he said "okay. don't be upset. But it is horrible. It is insulting to read... [explanation]... I tried. I promise."

The he asked if I have any Mark Twain. Took a look at what I offered, and so I guess he is going to read A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Said he always wanted to finish it.

I m a push over. I really am. I fucking hate it. I either let myself be walked over or I blow up to the point that people are afraid, I am afraid. I'm working on it.

FUCK YEAH SCIENCE BITCH!

It's tough, I don't blame you.

Yeah. he wants me to get personal counseling.

We are talking about both getting individual counseling, instead of marriage counseling. Figure out the marriage part after we figure out the personal parts.

You should do it, Amber. The personal counseling with probably help.

I agree.

I also think medication for anxiety would help. Several months ago when my mom gave me a bottle of Xanax I took or two every day until I ran out, not abusively like to get high, just took them daily as needed, it was the first time in a long time that I felt completely normal and able to be functional.

The most important thing to me, as far as my relationship, is that we are able to be healthy and happy, even if that means not being together to make it happen. We will know each other for the rest of our lives, will be family and share grand kids and all of that, I want to be healthy no matter what it takes, even if it turns out it takes only being friends and co parents. That scares the shit out of him, however and he doesn't get what I mean when I try to explain it.

anyway. back to What Did You Find. I have derailed this enough.

I found this and it made me smile!

Ahahaha, I just realised how brilliant your avatar is with your sig, Imke.

Funny as.

I didn't realize it myself until yesterday! Haha.

That's funny!

This is for Kit.

Is she flame retardant?

You know who else is flame retardant?

My Mom!

I found that Hugo Chavez died. This is going to be interesting.

One evening after a photo session at my place, the usual crew and I sat around over sandwiches and drinks. It was a while before we noticed that Jim had left us.‘Hey, Jimmy,’ we yelled. No response… The next thing we knew there was a hell of a racket out in the street, complete with horns blowing and people yelling. We ran to the window and opened the venetian blind. There, in the middle of the street, sitting cross-legged in my chair, smoking a cigarette, was our boy, holding up traffic. As we flew out the front door, we looked beyond the chair and saw a long string of headlights and people getting out of cars. Marty and I grabbed Dean from the chair - and also from a tall, angry-looking guy with big hands who looked ready to pummel him. Jim acted like a rag doll when we pulled him from a chair, his arms and head flopping around, the rest of him just dead weight. Bob and Billy picked up the chair. Once inside, we all looked at the grinning Dean. ‘God damn it, Jim,’ I yelled… After I calmed down, I asked him, ‘Why, Jim, why?’ He took a fresh cigarette and sat in the chair that had been put back in its place. He lighted up and looked at all of us. ‘Don’t you sons of bitches ever get bored? I just wanted to spark things, man, that’s all.’ He got up and began bonging the side table. ‘Look at you. Before I did it, we were all sitting quietly eating and drinking, and outside a lot of nine-to-fivers were going home to their wives, like they do every night. Now you’re all juiced up, and so are they, man. They’ll talk about it for years.’

- Roy Schatt, James Dean: a Portrait

Is this a boy or girl? In either case, I may be obsessed. Like riveted to the screen when he/she performs. I love love love this. Really.

Okay. It's a little boy. 17. Still adorable.

Marry me, like right now.

man, for two days now i want to show you guys this

it´s so lovely.

also

Uh, I think you've gotta couple of people to consult before this proposal. Yeah, you didn't agree to your previous engagement with Amber and me, but, still... you didn't disagree either.

Actually, fuck it. Let's have a big, Cult, Utah wedding. What could be more beautiful?

I love this. I found it long ago and it still impresses me.

Remember this castle?

To get there, you have to climb a lot. Now that spring is here, this the bonus package on the way there.

Note that is a cemented footpath and not a road for cars.