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Saturday, October 20, 2001

 

Went to portland today, brough Jenn to condom sense, and bought a grape-flavored dental dam only to discover that it didn't taste like anything, it only smelled like grape. That, my friends, is what we call a rip off.


Oh, yeah, I should probably point out, for Jenn's sake anyway, that the dental dam wasn't used, only tasted on a corner.

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 8:19 PM

Friday, October 19, 2001

 
The way you hold your knife
The way you sip your tea
The way you changed my life
Oh no, they can't take that away from me....

Nothing in life is better than old jazz-aged love song. Any of you want to seduce me out there? Do it with the help of Ella, Nat, Billie, Louis, Charlie Parker........mmmm, any more you can find...


posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 4:24 AM

Thursday, October 18, 2001

 

Ugh, don't mention Ani......

Aaron, you need to press "post & publish" instead of just post, sweetie

Ben- if by any chance you see this today, I'll probably be somewhat late....big surprise, eh?

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 11:53 AM

Wednesday, October 17, 2001

 
In regards to serena's cousin Isaac:

Linda: He must look exactly like his mother because he looks NOTHING like his father.
Andrew: You know his parents?
Linda: I know his father, he hangs around in the cafeteria helping out band and pretend he-
Andrew: Has a job?
Linda: No, is the band directer. He has a job. He's a...
Andrew: Transient?
Linda: No, he's a-
Andrew: Train hopper?
Linda: No!
Andrew: Professional train hopper?
Linda: No, he owns-
Andrew: His own train-hopping business..
Linda: No! He owns a garden!
Andrew: *uncontrollable laughter*
Linda: Ugh! It's like....an organic garden.
Andrew: *more uncontrollable laughter*
Linda: No, that means they, like, don't use hormones or chemical fertilizers...
Andrew: *continues to laugh*
Linda: HEY! It's a very sucessful ga- *Starts laughing uncontrollably.*

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 5:40 PM

Monday, October 15, 2001

 
And chad, Anne Geddes is that god-forsaken photographer that takes pictures of babies dressed as teddy bears, bumble bees, flowers, god knows what, and then prints them on EVERYTHING.

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 7:20 PM

 

Okay, Em- My argument was NOT that I'm not a chick, it's that I'm a masculine chick. And, other than checking out my GENES or something, the ONLY way at all to argue whether or not someone is masculine or feminine is through stereotypes- that's what masculine and feminine ARE. Stereotypes. I'm not saying these behaviors are male, I'm saying they are stereotypically male, and therefore masculine. Don't argue with me that stereotypes are wrong and right when the only point I'm trying to get across is that I fit the stereotypes of a male.

And you're saying I'm feminine because I like chick movies etc. no different and no better. It's just another stereotype. We very clearly aren't arguing that I, in fact, have a penis.

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 7:19 PM

 
Okay, I almost lost, like, more than an hour's worth of work there- thank you Ben! I love you!

Perhaps checking out women doens't make one male, but I think the blatancy, constancy, and attitude with which I do it is enough to make the way I do male enough. Still, if you'll argue that, I shall continue to argue that I am at least 50% masculine with the following points:
1- I'm more violent than any girl I know, and most males.
2- I masturbate more than once daily
3- I almost never think about sex as an emotional experience.
4- I have absolutely no regard towards the state of my fingernails.
5- My ass is flat and tight.
6- I think Anne Geddes is despicable.
7- I say inappropriate, damaging things to be cocky.
8- I'm not really sure that women should be allowed to vote.
9- I'm perfectly contented to simply drive listening to music and not talking at all.
10- I find somethingawful.com, redmeat.com, and sinfest.com to be hilarious.
11- I get ready for school every day in less than 15 minutes.
12- I have a large collection of favorited internet porn.
13- I am not offended by the word "cunt".
14- I am easily frustrated by femminazis.
15- I punch walls senselessly when I get pissed.
16- I think the best words to describe parts of the female anatomy are "pussy" and "tits"
17- When hurt, my instinct is to violently take it out on emotional abuse of other things.
18- I have such an underdeveloped maternal instinct that I can go without remembering to feed pets for days.
19- I sometimes am turned on by the sight of nice cars.
20- I find "The Man Show" to be quality entertainment.
21- I don't really believe in gun control.
22- I secretly find off-color jokes INSANELY amusing.
23- I can't, for the life of me, figure out how to correctly sweep, cook, or apply makeup.
24- Look at my room, for god's sake.
25- Same goes for my penmanship.
26- And my backpack.
27- I don't own the CD "Mirrorball".
28- I have an affinity for loud, screeching angry songs that one can barely understand.
29- I enjoy movies with so many explosions that it's ridiculous.
30- On days when I won't see anyone outside of my household, I do not bother at all with toiletries.
31- I use big words just to piss off people who don't understand them.
32- I like the idea of taking part in group sex.
33- I have named almost every sexual part of my anatomy, including seperate names for my nipples, as excluded from my breasts.
34- I never learned how to jump rope.
35- When I played with Barbies as a child, I either made them into prostitutes or human sacrifices.
36- I spent 80% of my childhood playing video games.
37- I had a massive collection of matchbox cars.
38- At one point, I was subscribed to Mad Magazine.
39- Tampons gross me out.
40- I can't french braid worth crap.
41- When I lose at something, I try to convince the other person that I let them win.
42- On most days, I am fairly disgusted with the idea of participating in a "girls night out".
43- The spark's gender test listed me as male.
44- I like the Lethal Weapon movies.
45- I hate Jane Austen.
46- I generally prefer all-male bands.
47- I delight in the comical screams of anguish of others.
48- Women, and their pathetic need to act the way they do, confuse the hell out of me.
49- I have never once said the words "You go girl", "Do I look fat in this?" or "I broke a nail!" without it being mocking.
50- My masculinity was so threatened by the idea of being overly feminine, I spent an hour and fifteen minutes compiling this pointless list- THAT's testosterone.


posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 1:43 PM

Sunday, October 14, 2001

 
Poor Ben's testicles, they got a regular beating yesterday...hehe. And, yes, that face he made was the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen! Like a panicking cartoon character! Twas amazing! "Best thing ever."

I will not deny being 50% girl. But that leaves 50% boy, damn you, and I DEFY any guy on here to check out more females than me on any given day!

Emily- maybe I have no ass, but one magically appears when I wear those pants, at least. That's more than some people can say...wish I knew who I was implying, though.



posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 8:29 PM

 

:-) Chad, you're messed up. *hugs*

(Note: No! I DON'T do the fucking dumb internet *hugs* thing except with Jeff (K) and in very special cases. Chad has cheered me up again, this is way he is privy to it. Privy as in priveliged, not the english toilet version.)

Aaron- FUCK YOU! I HAVE A GODDAMNED ASS. *sobs* No, no I don't, I'm a poseur!

Diana Krall......*Ahhhhh* "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by this woman is PHENEMONAL! Fucking ay, I'm in an unnessecarily overpowering romantic mood today. Shoot me, the estrogen is taking over my brain. Which reminds me.

Nick- Just because you whipped my ass ONCE doesn't make me a girl. I'm half and half, I was tired, I was hot, and AUSTIN kicked your butt. And I still know of pink bonnets that are manlier than you.

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 4:53 PM

 
BTW- don't read that last post if you haven't seen "Loser" yet any intend to.

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 3:10 PM

 


Holy shit, I am in love with the last scene of "Loser". I didn't even watch the whole thing, maybe the last ten minutes, but damn. She goes to him and brings him pizza and movie rentals, and he tells her he can't continue to just be her friend because he can't deal with it anymore, and he says that she can't come to him with pizza and movies unless she means it, and she kisses him quickly on the mouth, a peck.
"What was that?" He says, looking sort of shocked and scared.
"A kiss" She says, all coy.
And he smiles and tilts his head. "You call that a kiss?"

And she smiles, and they kiss, and the camera shots and the twirling and the smiling....holy fuck. That was the single greatest movie kiss I've ever experienced. And yes, I experienced- watching that was more entirely uplifting than any real kiss that I've been through- no offense to the five of you, but this thing was well damned done.


Mmmmmm, fuck. That was too good to be true. Which is why it, ya know, wasn't.

posted by Elle Emaitch (A pseudonym-- first name is Linda) at 3:09 PM

 

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