secrets choked in the fishing line

pink

skripka — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 02:47:47 GMT

So, I've been doing a lot of reading of makeup blogs lately. Scrangie does a lot of cool nail polishes, but occasionally some eye shadow as well. I was particularly struck by this one.

Easy enough--I just went out and bought a brand-new pink lip liner, and did the eye, and it looked great all day. Until just now.

I tried to remove the makeup. Three applications of makeup remover and water and gentle rubbing, there's still a lovely pink line above my lashes.

Oops.

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Of the good: Sara Watkins on Saturday! Whee!

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Also also wik:

I have a boy on the opposite end of the couch. He is trying to write, and we are sitting here in companionable silence and occasional touching. This is nice.

Driving

skripka — Fri, 22 May 2009 22:23:15 GMT

Ha. 95%. Beat that!

nationaldriverstest.com

Got it from here.

Tybeeeeeeeeeee

skripka — Wed, 13 May 2009 05:26:01 GMT

On Tybee Island, with boy and his internet friends.

There is a flying monkey and porn cards. Also booze.

boy, re: porn card sorting: this is starting to remind me of a mah jongg game.

[insert seasonal icon here]

skripka — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 23:05:22 GMT

Dear Yuletide Author:

I'm away for a couple of days; I'll put up a real letter on Monday.

Thanks in advance, though. No, seriously.

:)

skrip

part the second

skripka — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 22:52:52 GMT

Because I am a skrip of very little brain, I sort of forgot a few things...oops. So, you all get a bonus poll. Also, because sandersyager is smarter than me.

View Poll: this is skrip

this is the introductory post.

skripka — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 22:28:08 GMT

and... ouch. LJ is acting up. trying again!

A few years too late, but who's counting?

This is me, this is who I am.

I am a fangirl with delusions of adulthood. Occasional spates of artisticness, text or music or graphics. Not all of it gets finished, much less posted, but I'm always doing something. Unless I'm doing nothing.

I'm getting older day by day. Creaky, blind, deaf--all sneaking up on me, with varying degrees of speed.

Slightly crazy--anxiety would rule my life if I let it, and some days I can't help but let it. I find it hard to be satisfied with what I have in any particular moment, and then find myself frozen.

I spent ten years of my adult life as a redhead, and twelve in an emotionally destructive relationship. I'm out of both now, although I sometimes regret the loss of the red.

Woman, musician, artist. Liberal, Roman Catholic, intelligent, pretty, messed up, shy. Bisexual, polyamorous, switch. Maybe it's mythical, but I can't settle for narrow definitions for myself or anyone else. (Yes, I like sex. Yes, I like porn. Yes, I like kink. Yes, I identify myself as a woman, through and through. Yes, I need meds.) I don't judge or exclude anyone from discussions or friendships unless they try to control my thoughts and life.

I'm really not too introspective. In my life, things exist as they are. There may be a reason, but I'm generally to lazy to figure out why.

Wait. Take that back a bit. I like multiple choice quizzes & astrology--the lazy laymans' guides to introspection.

INFP (leaning towards T), Taurus (Cancer ascendant, Capricorn moon), Dog (metal)

My thoughts on yaoi (or yuri, or whatever) basically boil down to, yes, please. I'm not constrained, though. I function from the basic standpoint that everybody's bi until proven otherwise, and sometimes not even then. I have OTPs and OT3s in several fandoms, but everything's character driven. Convince me, and you have a reader. Turn me on (mentally or physically--I'm easy *g*), and you'll have a fan for life.

I love fandom. I love the people I've met through fandom. I'm holding on with tooth and nail--I'm not ready to give any of this up. Not even LJ, not yet--I love the fandom cross pollination here, the centrality of knowing who and where to look. I have a comfort zone here, and I'm too stubborn to let it go. (I'm not stupid, though. There's a reason this journal's locked down now and forever.)

skripka

What you'll find here:

Whinging. Cats. Dogs. Occasional rants. Random fic. Infrequent art. Slash (boys and girls). Het. Porn. Kink. Character studies. White Liberal Guilt. White Liberal Power. Teh Gay. Teh Angst. Girl bits. Love of music. Love of Macs. Love of people. Adrian Pasdar, why are you so hot? Layout changes. Memes. Infrequent intelligent commentary. Squee. Giggles.

Time to take a poll, don't you think?

View Poll: fandoms, fandoms everywhere, nor any rum to drink

Locked!

skripka — Thu, 31 May 2007 02:43:21 GMT

All posts in this journal are friends-locked, past and future. If you are already on my friends' list (as of May 30, 2007) you will have the same access as before. If you wish to only have access to my writing, please comment here with the following (copy and paste-able for your convenience):

FIC ONLY <lj user=your user name>

and I will add you to a fic-only filter.

If you wish to be added to my general flist, please comment with a greeting or something of that nature. If we have enough interests/friends in common, I will add back; otherwise, I may add you to the fic filter at my discretion.

♥ skrip