La Verita
I am a half kuwaiti/half american girl living in Kuwait.
I am perpetually suspended in the granite hollow that fills the space between two worlds...
Not quite who I am, not quite who I want to be... Cat-lover, poet, music-nut.
I currently hold a PHD in both BS and Smartass. In short, I pitch my tent in the median of life..
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"Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live."
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
You've got hate mail....
Dear Yahoo!
We need to talk about our relationship. As you know, we have been intimately involved ever since I locked eyes on you. I was drawn to how fun and lively you were... not to mention that Yahoo used to be an uber-cool word to throw around. I put my trust in you completely, from e-mails to news to daily games of Mah Jong... you were my go-to site for everything.
But things have changed. I feel like you don't understand me anymore. Its like, when I try to embrace you, you completely shut me out. Why? I need to know... Is it me? Did I overstep my clicking boundaries. Because, honestly, its like we're speaking different languages.
And then, you had to go and change everything I loved about you. You used to be so streamlined and easy to navigate. And now, you've got stuff coming out of every orifice and it takes forever to get to the point of what I want. You used to satisfy me in seconds, now it takes minutes in addition to the inevitable wrong turn or two...
But I said 'fine'. I didn't shut you out just because you got a new look. Lord knows I haven't always looked my best in front of you... but then you started hanging out with really weird people. People who sit in oversized recliners in what I can only describe as 70's-style living rooms, talking to me about your 'star potential'. What the hell, Yahoo!? You were a star when I first met you. And now, this reject from the 70's is telling you you have star potential and you eat it up like Jesus crackers?
And if that wasn't enough, you start slumming with spastic, botox'd bimbos in tight tennis skirts! Come on, man... you know at least a dozen other Yahoo's have been in her hoo-ha... There's probably a reason why, despite her facial disfigurement, she is so "popular".
Speaking of bimbos, who is that fag in the rent-a-suit with the Yahoo that belongs at Chip and Dales? Seriously, why are you gutter-bumping? You used to be so classy...
I was willing to overlook all that, Yahoo! I really was, but then you started fucking around with Mah Jong and I'm sorry, but that just won't do.
So, I'm writing this letter to tell you that its over. And its not me, its you.
Since, I'm pouring my heart out, I may as well tell you that I'm seeing someone else. His name is Google and I think we're gonna be really happy together. Its like, even when he can't help me with something, he directs me to someone who can. He understands me.. he even finishes my sentences for me. We're mind-melding.
I'm sure you'll find someone out there who still believes in you, but I just can't do it anymore. I really can't.
Sincerely,
KrispyDixie
We need to talk about our relationship. As you know, we have been intimately involved ever since I locked eyes on you. I was drawn to how fun and lively you were... not to mention that Yahoo used to be an uber-cool word to throw around. I put my trust in you completely, from e-mails to news to daily games of Mah Jong... you were my go-to site for everything.
But things have changed. I feel like you don't understand me anymore. Its like, when I try to embrace you, you completely shut me out. Why? I need to know... Is it me? Did I overstep my clicking boundaries. Because, honestly, its like we're speaking different languages.
And then, you had to go and change everything I loved about you. You used to be so streamlined and easy to navigate. And now, you've got stuff coming out of every orifice and it takes forever to get to the point of what I want. You used to satisfy me in seconds, now it takes minutes in addition to the inevitable wrong turn or two...
But I said 'fine'. I didn't shut you out just because you got a new look. Lord knows I haven't always looked my best in front of you... but then you started hanging out with really weird people. People who sit in oversized recliners in what I can only describe as 70's-style living rooms, talking to me about your 'star potential'. What the hell, Yahoo!? You were a star when I first met you. And now, this reject from the 70's is telling you you have star potential and you eat it up like Jesus crackers?
And if that wasn't enough, you start slumming with spastic, botox'd bimbos in tight tennis skirts! Come on, man... you know at least a dozen other Yahoo's have been in her hoo-ha... There's probably a reason why, despite her facial disfigurement, she is so "popular".
Speaking of bimbos, who is that fag in the rent-a-suit with the Yahoo that belongs at Chip and Dales? Seriously, why are you gutter-bumping? You used to be so classy...
I was willing to overlook all that, Yahoo! I really was, but then you started fucking around with Mah Jong and I'm sorry, but that just won't do.
So, I'm writing this letter to tell you that its over. And its not me, its you.
Since, I'm pouring my heart out, I may as well tell you that I'm seeing someone else. His name is Google and I think we're gonna be really happy together. Its like, even when he can't help me with something, he directs me to someone who can. He understands me.. he even finishes my sentences for me. We're mind-melding.
I'm sure you'll find someone out there who still believes in you, but I just can't do it anymore. I really can't.
Sincerely,
KrispyDixie
13:47
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
If only guitar riffs could be expressed in words --
For the past few days, every time I stop for a second, the song "Body Language" by Queen pops into my head. And its always at the exact same mag6a3. The part that goes:
'Look at meeeeeeee! I got a case'a body language...'
Its weird, but its true...
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I'm getting a serious case of Broadway fever. I have a 'Broadway' playlist on my iPod and its on a perpetual repeat/shuffle cycle. Some of my faves:
- You can't stop the beat from Hairspray
- La Vie Boheme from RENT
- All That Jazz from Chicago
- Seasons of Love from RENT
This must be where my sudden appreciation of Queen is coming from... Their stuff is very broadwayzy... and no, I'm not concerned that broadwayzy isn't actually a word.
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Everybody wants to be a cat
because the cat's the only cat who knows where its at...
When playing jazz you always have a welcome mat
'cos everybody digs a swinging cat...
Without further ado...
I give you.....
The Peach
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Now Playing: I don't wanna be By: Gavin DeGraw
-Layla
'Look at meeeeeeee! I got a case'a body language...'
Its weird, but its true...
.....................................................
I'm getting a serious case of Broadway fever. I have a 'Broadway' playlist on my iPod and its on a perpetual repeat/shuffle cycle. Some of my faves:
- You can't stop the beat from Hairspray
- La Vie Boheme from RENT
- All That Jazz from Chicago
- Seasons of Love from RENT
This must be where my sudden appreciation of Queen is coming from... Their stuff is very broadwayzy... and no, I'm not concerned that broadwayzy isn't actually a word.
.....................................................
Everybody wants to be a cat
because the cat's the only cat who knows where its at...
When playing jazz you always have a welcome mat
'cos everybody digs a swinging cat...
Without further ado...
I give you.....
The Peach
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Now Playing: I don't wanna be By: Gavin DeGraw
-Layla
17:25
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Thursday, August 24, 2006
PLUTO is DEAD!
Astronomers have argued since the late 1990s, however, on whether to demote Pluto. Public support for Pluto has weighed heavily on the debate.
* This is perhaps the funniest thing I've heard all day!
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-Layla
* This is perhaps the funniest thing I've heard all day!
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-Layla
22:56
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
Why...?
Let's go down to the water's edge,
and we can cast away those doubts...
Some things are better left unsaid,
but they still turn me inside out....
* Why is compassion such a scarce commodity these days? Is it a matter of my own awareness? Or have humans, collectively, begun to lose their sense of compassion?
Where has the empathy gone? And why is it all coming down to apathy instead?
* Why did my life get to this point? In this way? Where was the wrong turn? Is it even my fault?
* Why is the outside a complete 180 from what's inside?
* Why don't people see me the way I see myself? Am I really that intimidating?
* Why do I get the feeling that nothing really matters? That its all a zero-sum game... and none of us can really ever win?
* Why couldn't I have you? ... Or someone remarkably like you?
* Why is it that when I'm sitting in a restaurant or cafe' and my eyes suddenly lock onto a guy, he stops short... looking like a deer caught in the headlights..?
When will I look into the eyes of a man and know that he's strong enough to catch me?
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I beginning to realize how uncomfortable I am with the concept of infinity... Its scaring the shit out of me. The concept is haunting me, telling me that no matter how hard I run, no matter how many times I switch things up... It'll always be there.. That victory belongs to it and it alone.
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Now Playing: November Rain By: G&R
-Layla
and we can cast away those doubts...
Some things are better left unsaid,
but they still turn me inside out....
* Why is compassion such a scarce commodity these days? Is it a matter of my own awareness? Or have humans, collectively, begun to lose their sense of compassion?
Where has the empathy gone? And why is it all coming down to apathy instead?
* Why did my life get to this point? In this way? Where was the wrong turn? Is it even my fault?
* Why is the outside a complete 180 from what's inside?
* Why don't people see me the way I see myself? Am I really that intimidating?
* Why do I get the feeling that nothing really matters? That its all a zero-sum game... and none of us can really ever win?
* Why couldn't I have you? ... Or someone remarkably like you?
* Why is it that when I'm sitting in a restaurant or cafe' and my eyes suddenly lock onto a guy, he stops short... looking like a deer caught in the headlights..?
When will I look into the eyes of a man and know that he's strong enough to catch me?
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I beginning to realize how uncomfortable I am with the concept of infinity... Its scaring the shit out of me. The concept is haunting me, telling me that no matter how hard I run, no matter how many times I switch things up... It'll always be there.. That victory belongs to it and it alone.
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Now Playing: November Rain By: G&R
-Layla
23:57
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Thursday, August 17, 2006
Just Wondering....
When aliens look down at us from space... and they see us slaving away on our treadmills... can their only logical conclusion be that we're insane....?
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Now Playing: Ramalama (Bang Bang) By: Roisin Murphy
-Layla
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Now Playing: Ramalama (Bang Bang) By: Roisin Murphy
-Layla
21:35
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Sunday, August 13, 2006
Ay Shay?!
iPods could make you hallucinate!
This article reads like a joke! Seriously, who is this brillliant 'scientist' who came up with this load of shit?
Dr. Aziz's study involved 30 sufferers of this so-called condition... talk about your skewed sample...
And whose to say they weren't psychotic before they got their iPods?
"...musical hallucinations can be quite distressing."
musical hallucinations are distressing?? you know what's distressing? Cancer is distressing! AIDS is distressing!
Starving children in Africa! That's distressing.... Musical hallucinations? really?
In the words of Carlos Mencia, why the fuck is this news?
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Now Playing: American Baby By: Dave Matthews Band
-Layla
This article reads like a joke! Seriously, who is this brillliant 'scientist' who came up with this load of shit?
Dr. Aziz's study involved 30 sufferers of this so-called condition... talk about your skewed sample...
And whose to say they weren't psychotic before they got their iPods?
"...musical hallucinations can be quite distressing."
musical hallucinations are distressing?? you know what's distressing? Cancer is distressing! AIDS is distressing!
Starving children in Africa! That's distressing.... Musical hallucinations? really?
In the words of Carlos Mencia, why the fuck is this news?
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Now Playing: American Baby By: Dave Matthews Band
-Layla
15:21
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Friday, August 04, 2006
Occupation: Freak
Have you noticed how practically every artist who has reached or passed the 30 year mark in their career is, unquestionably, a FREAK??
What is it about freaks? They are, in their own ways, undeniably talented and, yet, there is something, unconnected to the music, about them that grabs our attention and refuses to let go. Seriously, the safe, predictable, stable artists never have careers that last for more than a decade at the most. The FREAKS, it would seem, never die... Some of these artists are positively ancient! and yet, there they are shaking their asses like it was 1979!
Let's review the evidence, shall we?
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From Virgin to Erotica to Frozen... Is there anyplace this b*tch has dared not go?
Those lips... That body ... *shudders* ... The Rooster....
A living legend... undeniably a freak of nature.... Was there a better "feel-good" song than Crocodile Rock?
Correction: There was and it was called "Wake me up before you go-go".... In my opinion, the most original, talented artist of our time... The smooth vocals, the beyond-honest lyrics, the catchy melodies and hypnotic videos.
With George Michael, no two decades were ever alike...
And the father of all FREAKS....
Whether you believe he did it or not, you still bop your head to Billie Jean... You still scream along with Dirty Diana... and, whether you admit it or not, you still tear up a bit at Man in the Mirror. Unquestionably, the most famous man in the world. The quintessential show man. The artist with the most trademarked moves of all time. The one, the only... The freakiest of Freaks...
The freaks are the artists that have survived. The freaks are the ones who refuse to fade out of the boundaries of our collective awareness. The freaks are the ones who challenge us... The ones who force the evolution of our musical tastes... The ones who illuminate, enlighten and elucidate... They are the ones who have stood by us, providing us with something to relate to... The ones we grew up with and who remain dear and familiar to us as we move through our lives... They document our experiences.. And their songs.. their songs are like little tabs on our lives, whenever we hear one of them, it invariably takes us back to the hour, the day, the event that is forever embedded in 2-3 minutes of pulse, bass and emotion.
To the freaks of days gone by.... I salute you.
Vive Le Freaks!
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Now Playing: Father Figure By: George Michael
-Layla
What is it about freaks? They are, in their own ways, undeniably talented and, yet, there is something, unconnected to the music, about them that grabs our attention and refuses to let go. Seriously, the safe, predictable, stable artists never have careers that last for more than a decade at the most. The FREAKS, it would seem, never die... Some of these artists are positively ancient! and yet, there they are shaking their asses like it was 1979!
Let's review the evidence, shall we?
..........................................................
From Virgin to Erotica to Frozen... Is there anyplace this b*tch has dared not go?
Those lips... That body ... *shudders* ... The Rooster....
A living legend... undeniably a freak of nature.... Was there a better "feel-good" song than Crocodile Rock?
Correction: There was and it was called "Wake me up before you go-go".... In my opinion, the most original, talented artist of our time... The smooth vocals, the beyond-honest lyrics, the catchy melodies and hypnotic videos.
With George Michael, no two decades were ever alike...
And the father of all FREAKS....
Whether you believe he did it or not, you still bop your head to Billie Jean... You still scream along with Dirty Diana... and, whether you admit it or not, you still tear up a bit at Man in the Mirror. Unquestionably, the most famous man in the world. The quintessential show man. The artist with the most trademarked moves of all time. The one, the only... The freakiest of Freaks...
The freaks are the artists that have survived. The freaks are the ones who refuse to fade out of the boundaries of our collective awareness. The freaks are the ones who challenge us... The ones who force the evolution of our musical tastes... The ones who illuminate, enlighten and elucidate... They are the ones who have stood by us, providing us with something to relate to... The ones we grew up with and who remain dear and familiar to us as we move through our lives... They document our experiences.. And their songs.. their songs are like little tabs on our lives, whenever we hear one of them, it invariably takes us back to the hour, the day, the event that is forever embedded in 2-3 minutes of pulse, bass and emotion.
To the freaks of days gone by.... I salute you.
Vive Le Freaks!
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Now Playing: Father Figure By: George Michael
-Layla
16:25
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Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Randoms...
I wanna see thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis
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As if making a quote-unquote anti-semetic film weren't enough...
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You know what pisses me off?? people who drive... fast... at dusk... without their frickin' headlights on!!!
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There's a song called "Brand new Jones" By a guy called Thicke. Listen to it and tell me if I'm way off, but I'm convinced the song's about masturbation....
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Now Playing: Bohemian Rhapsody By: Queen
-Layla
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As if making a quote-unquote anti-semetic film weren't enough...
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You know what pisses me off?? people who drive... fast... at dusk... without their frickin' headlights on!!!
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There's a song called "Brand new Jones" By a guy called Thicke. Listen to it and tell me if I'm way off, but I'm convinced the song's about masturbation....
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Now Playing: Bohemian Rhapsody By: Queen
-Layla
12:43
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