Flaunting Porn

Saturday the 12th of December

A funny thing happened last night. I was talking on ICQ chat to this guy, and my friend Brad from tech was at his house. Ho ho ho. No wait, that’s not the whole story! Come back!

So yeah. Anyways, Brad wanted a demonstration of what cyber was, and so I gave them a few lines – hey, i don’t do it, but I’ve got a great imagination! Kamahl was like “more importantly, is this how YOU like it?” so I was like “I should have sent you my erotic story after all, shouldn’t I?” and against my better judgements, they talked me into it. Hell, the story used to be on my old homepage anyways. So they sat there reading through it, while I was pissing myself, cos I knew what it’s about. I think it musta shocked the shit out of them. It’s a bit naughty – I’ve had so much fun with that story and morons off IRC – it’s my porn content. Anyways, they came back and were like “what on earth possessed you to write that?” I was like “autobiography”. HAHAHAHAHa. I think that’s like a thousand times more information about me than they’ll ever want to know. If you’re going to go and read that story, which no doubt you are now, be warned. Content may inspire nasty visuals.

I slept in until 2pm today, having very disturbing dreams. At one stage, my dad, Karen and I were building an nuclear bomb shelter in my room downstairs, not expecting to live past 9pm. That was kinda sad, and the dream was really scary, especially with like gail force winds screaming around my house at the time. I also dreamt I borrowed this amazing dress off Andee, made entirely out of Yellow daisies. It was fantastic. Then I was like Buffy or something, trying to solve this mystery, and this giant catipillar ate my friend, but it spat him out, because he was too fluffy. My friend was a smaller catipillar, that looked like a purple magic duster. By that stage, I was a catipillar too. I always get really weird dreams, for about a week, right before I get my period – if I can claim to be that regular. Which I can’t. Anyways, my point is that my journals over the next couple of days will probably be filled with dreams, so bear with me.

What else? Ummmm, I think I’m getting more involved with Vision, which is cool. I am so in awe at some of the people in it. I can’t quite understand why the fuck I got in, because I know sweetfuckall about html and all that funky shit. Ah well. Maybe I got in under a quota of ignorant people or something. It’s fun cos it means more people to talk to on ICQ, now that IRC is empty and boring. So yeah, rock on.

Tonight I went to see “Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels” at the Paramount with Anji. Loved it, love the theatre, love her. It was so funny. I just hate the way it’s been billed as “Tarantino meets Trainspotting”, even if that’s an accurate description. Can’t people come up with anything new these days? The main guy in it was really studdly too. Mmmmmm. And all of them had accents. Terriffic shit. After we went and sat in Axolotl, with a whole bunch of offduty staff. It’s everyone’s second home. Tommorrow is the staff Xmas party, and they’re having it on a yacht. Rock on!

I’m going to go now, cos tommorrow I’m Xmas shopping with Momma. Don’t forget to send me my pressies – if you don’t have my address, send them to: Joanna McLeod c/o The Bakehouse Gallery, Swan Lane, Wellington. Ta muchly!

xoxox

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