hello all sorry to post so late...
it was i who put up the music. anyone can add anything they want to it.
go to
projectplaylist.com
username: archetypal mishaps
password: writer07
add whatever you want, delete whatever you want and let me know when you want it updated on here!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Tunes, games, and email.
Oh my. Let's get some Spoon on that playlist. And some Radiohead. And how about The Arcade Fire? Ambulance Ltd? Beck? Wilco?
Freaking YES, music....I'm a happy camper.
Freaking YES, music....I'm a happy camper.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Beatn Fun
Hello all! Sorry to get back to you so late about the outing! I am free all week if anyone wants to do it. email me or call. liljazzgig@comcast.net ask my # through there =)
Monday, July 9, 2007
Rohypnol
Her hair was unkempt. Not always, just that night. Her breath smelled of whiskey, and her smile was quick to tell that she had just a bit too much to drink.
Perfect, he thought. He knew what came next. "Let's get out of this dive," he whispered, leaning in so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke.
She looked up at him, giggling a little. "I do believe you're making a pass at me..." She slurred her words, just a bit. She batted her heavily made-up eyelashes.
"And if I am?" He knew this song and dance, had done it too many times to count. "Come on, sweetie, let's go..." He pulled her up out of her seat, taking the drink he had bought her earlier out of her hand and throwing it away. "I want to get to know you better" he whispered.
She laughed at him, but she began to walk. "Okay, cowboy, you take me home..." The room was spinning, and she began to think that the last drink may have been a tad too strong, but decided to go anyway. He was cute, she thought, and she deserved a night of fun.
He unlocked the door to his apartment with one hand, and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. She was kissing his neck, tearing his shirt off. Her head felt different, fuzzy.
He got her shirt off and pushed her onto the bed.
"Hold on a sec..." she tried to sit up to get her bearings. Everything was spinning like crazy and something was wrong. Before she could get up, he had her down again.
"Come on, little lady... don't make me wait all night..." He undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled it off of her.
"No, just, just hold on a minute, okay?" She was starting to get upset. "I just need a minute..."
He pushed her further on to the bed, and positioned himself so he was straddling her stomach.
"Shush, honey, you'll feel better when it's over..."
She was so tired. Something was very, very wrong, but she was fading so fast. "No... no..." She tried to hang on.
He watched her as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.
She blacked out.
http://www.4woman.gov/faq/rohypnol.htm
Perfect, he thought. He knew what came next. "Let's get out of this dive," he whispered, leaning in so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke.
She looked up at him, giggling a little. "I do believe you're making a pass at me..." She slurred her words, just a bit. She batted her heavily made-up eyelashes.
"And if I am?" He knew this song and dance, had done it too many times to count. "Come on, sweetie, let's go..." He pulled her up out of her seat, taking the drink he had bought her earlier out of her hand and throwing it away. "I want to get to know you better" he whispered.
She laughed at him, but she began to walk. "Okay, cowboy, you take me home..." The room was spinning, and she began to think that the last drink may have been a tad too strong, but decided to go anyway. He was cute, she thought, and she deserved a night of fun.
He unlocked the door to his apartment with one hand, and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. She was kissing his neck, tearing his shirt off. Her head felt different, fuzzy.
He got her shirt off and pushed her onto the bed.
"Hold on a sec..." she tried to sit up to get her bearings. Everything was spinning like crazy and something was wrong. Before she could get up, he had her down again.
"Come on, little lady... don't make me wait all night..." He undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled it off of her.
"No, just, just hold on a minute, okay?" She was starting to get upset. "I just need a minute..."
He pushed her further on to the bed, and positioned himself so he was straddling her stomach.
"Shush, honey, you'll feel better when it's over..."
She was so tired. Something was very, very wrong, but she was fading so fast. "No... no..." She tried to hang on.
He watched her as her eyes rolled back in their sockets.
She blacked out.
http://www.4woman.gov/faq/rohypnol.htm
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
It's nice to be back
OK, so I've technically been back for a week, but when you have 4 friends from Ohio over and cross-country practice to attend, you try and find the time.
That's what I thought.
Good to see all of you; although vision is its own skewed perception. Hope the summer's going well.
War, hatred, and fuzzy pink bunnies--
Chase
That's what I thought.
Good to see all of you; although vision is its own skewed perception. Hope the summer's going well.
War, hatred, and fuzzy pink bunnies--
Chase
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