People always have secrets

wasplisbeth — Mon, 20 Aug 2012 03:17:21 GMT

Happy Birthday, husband.

Enjoy,
Lisbeth

Present 1

Present 2 (gift card to here)

wasplisbeth — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 16:01:40 GMT

[Break, snap swoosh. Lather, rinse, repeat.]

An open letter to LJ.

wasplisbeth — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 17:40:54 GMT

Livejournal, you sack of shit. When Russian hackers were taking down your servers like lines of dominoes in a hurricane with DDos attacks, I stood by you, I stood up for you! I said: "free speech is fucking important, keep on LJ, because Russians gotta have LJ too." And what do you do, you turn around and unleash a massive update that makes comments a horrible fucking mess. Yeah, I'll probably suck it up and continue to put my e-penis in you, but I have a massive e-rage over this. At least give us the ability to have the old way back! Or some sort of fucking input in this bitch.

I mean, we've been together so long, you and I, that we're pretty much e-married. This is like if I took our life savings, and instead of getting you that life saving surgery I went and spent the money on hookers and blow, and then did them all in front of you, killed the hookers, and framed you for it. You wouldn't like that, would you? Hey, at least in prison you'd probably get that surgery, right? Right?

But I wouldn't do that to you, LJ, baby. You wanna know why? Because I've got class, and because I love you too much. I'm sorry that sometimes I get mad and that I stay out late drunk commenting, maybe looking for icons in other places. Looking for those delicious little 100 x 100 pictures for my journals, I gotta problem, baby, you know that, I know that, but I can stop, really I can, I can change! You gotta know, cutie, while I may stray I'm always thinking of you, Boo. ALWAYS. You and I, we got something special, and I don't want that to go away. So why don't you go back to the way it used to be, and you and me, we can cuddle. I'll do that thing you like in bed, and I promise I'll stop eating cookies and clipping my toenails in bed. What do you say, gurl, our love is real.

Love,
Wasp

Also: I'm sorry I called your mom a whore bitch ass, I was drunk, and sometimes I get crazy.
Also: Also: I don't really think your ass looks fat in those pants. Gurl you know that's just the Henney talking. Shit get crazy.
Also x 3: The hookers and blow thing is not necessarily an apt metaphor for what you did to me, and it's filled with hyperbole but I love me some posts about hookers and blow. I'M JUST BEING ME.

wasplisbeth — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 14:47:26 GMT

"My" face is everywhere. Fucking remakes.

wasplisbeth — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 22:36:58 GMT

[German newspaper, troubling Neo-Nazi news.]

wasplisbeth — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 23:00:04 GMT

"Made some money off the kid."

wasplisbeth — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 23:48:14 GMT

"Quitting smoking should be fucking easier."

wasplisbeth — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 18:25:08 GMT

"Shitty hospital food. Good coffee though."

wasplisbeth — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 00:29:18 GMT

She is not sure why she keeps sending Taiki bears but she does. She even manages to send it to him before getting called down to Miami.

wasplisbeth — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 06:11:10 GMT

"He's gone the house is empty."

wasplisbeth — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 02:42:19 GMT

Toward dawn, he dreamed that he was in hiding, in one of the naves of the Clementine Library. What are you looking for? a librarian wearing dark glasses asked him. I'm looking for God, Hladik replied. God, the librarian said, is
in one of the letters on one of the pages of one of the four hundred thousand volumes in the Clementine. My parents and my parents' parents searched for that letter; I myself have gone blind searching for it.
- "The Secret Miracle"

wasplisbeth — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 01:09:07 GMT

Unlit cigarette, drink very nearly gone.

wasplisbeth — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 16:52:44 GMT

HANDS
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1. What size are your characters hands?
Lisbeth has small hands, described as "doll like" in the books. Small, slender which kind of matches the rest of her body.
2. How are his/her fingers comparatively to the rest of the hand? (long fingers, stubby fingers, fat fingers)
Her fingers are slender and quick, they are fast and strong. Despite the fact that the whole of her is small she is deceptively strong and fast.
3. Does he/ she wear any rings? Wristwatches or bracelets?
The only jewelery she wears was given to her by Bobby, she wears two rings both on her left hand ring finger.
4. What would a palmistry reading say about your character? Would he/she believe it?
"You should probably stop biting your nails." Fuck that, Lisbeth doesn't believe in that crap. Despite the fact that she believes what Taiki tells her because she believes that he wouldn't lie to her. However she'd never go, willingly, on her own to a palm reader. Unless she was there to kick someones ass.
5. Does she/he wear gloves? In the winter, or for fashion? What kind?
She wears gloves in the winter. The Swedish believe that there is no bad weather just not being dressed for the weather. She has convertible gloves, the fingers can be bare or they can be turned into mittens.
6. Is the character right or left handed? Ambidextrous? Does he/she do some things with one hand, and others with the other?
Right handed.

FEET
1. What size are your character's feet?
Small, like the rest of her.
2. Does he / she tend to wear shoes that are uncomfortable for the sake of fashion?
Lisbeth dresses always for comfort, however she tends to favor shoes that give her added height, when you're short you tend to think about these things. Stacked sneakers or boots are generally in her wardrobe except when it's summer then she goes for flats or flip-flops.

4. Does he/she tend to wear shoes in the house, or go barefoot?
In the house she tends to walk around barefoot, or in socks, her feet get cold.
5. What sorts of shoes does she/he own? Is there a shoe collection going on, or are they for utility only?
Shoes are pretty much for utility only. Though she's bought shoes for outfits on occasion.

7. Has he/she ever worn any unusual shoes? Orthopedic shoes? Shoes with lifts? Strange fetish footwear?
At this point I am going to mention Lisbeth weird foot/leg fetish because I think it oddly applies. She likes legs and I'm not sure how it started (she (or I) was probably drunk) but she really likes Bobby's legs. Like, running her hands up and down his legs and all that kind of gross stuff that comes with being in a couple. To be fair Bobby has got some fucking sexy legs going on there, and is totally asking for it. With his frayed shorts and well muscled calfs, oh and the tattoo. WOO SHOW ME THOSE LEGS, BABY.

wasplisbeth — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:19:18 GMT

Tell us about a time when you shared a drink.
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The room is illuminated by a slow glow from the street lamps. There is a crack in the curtain that that lets in the city glow. He stretches out on the bed with the forever dip in the center where he lays. Her feet are silent on the floor, avoiding the squeaky boards with bare feet, bare legs, bare torso. She offers him the glass of water from the bathroom tap, crying with wet, it drips on his arm and chest before he greedily takes it down. When he kisses her his lips are cold and wet from the glass.

Mornings are quiet. No talking before the coffee, it's an unspoken rule, no one talks in the morning. Rumpled, sleep coated, foggy from pillows, sheets. Her hand in his, they take the familiar sidewalk to the familiar coffee shop with the familiar clients and girls behind the counter who smile at the familiar customers. They take their breakfast, their coffee, his news back to the front porch and sit. And wake up with caffeine, with news print, with white cat. Who purrs and purrs, and rolls on her back for belly rubs.

In their expanded kitchen with the missing wall they enjoy a beer after dinner. The back door is open, the air is off and the breeze that blows across the room is nice and easy. It's an easy sort of night but most nights are, they aren't often loud and uneasy on any night, let alone nights that he is off. He is fiddling with something, sometimes his fingers catch her attention, pulling them them from what she's reading. He barely looks up, he is on task, focused. He takes another drink from his empty bottle, it's the second time he's done that and it makes her smile.

wasplisbeth — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 22:07:14 GMT

Two Chatbots Face Off to Discuss God, Unicorns and Experience Sexual Tension

wasplisbeth — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 01:03:06 GMT

White cat is out post hurricane.

wasplisbeth — Fri, 26 Aug 2011 17:06:24 GMT

"Turn off the fucking music." Grrrrr.

wasplisbeth — Thu, 25 Aug 2011 22:41:07 GMT

Tonight, give us 100 words about what comes after. Interpret how you like.

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The sound of rain is steady against the wooden roof. They had gone on a hike in the middle of the night and got caught in it, cool and heavy, clearer then New York rain. It clung to them till they stumbled through the door, till they peeled the layers off and found themselves getting dry the old fashioned way.

They aren't very romantic, they are gentle and close. She is tender because he feels fragile to her, despite his size. He closes his eyes and rolls on to his side and she strokes his hair till he falls asleep.

wasplisbeth — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 01:33:16 GMT

It's a nice, quiet little cabin. There are other cabins in the park but they are spaced out far enough so that there really isn't any sort of forced interaction. Each cabin has a little kitchenette or you can take meals up at the main lodge, which is huge with big tall ceilings and a great big fire place at one end. Despite the fact that Lisbeth is a computer hacking, city living, badass, she loves this. Loves the huge fucking lodge that smells like fire and woods, and she loves their little cabin that smells the same and even has a fire place as well.

Sitting out on the front porch she enjoys a cigarette, her feet up on the railing. She was skeptical about Alaska, but this is nice.

wasplisbeth — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 00:10:19 GMT

Do you prefer to take the photo, or to be in it?

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Take the photo

wasplisbeth — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 00:47:03 GMT

We invite you to tell us today about your self-esteem as a writer.

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A few words. I have none. I write what I write and sometimes I go back and read it and facepalm because it sounds so fucking stupid or something is misspelled and I'm sure whoever is writing against me thinks I'm mildly mentally impaired. That's why I try and cut people slack when they play or write against me or something is misspelled or makes me think 'wtf?' Because I suck and the more I write the less I suck and that applies to everyone. I don't suppose you'll ever find someone who just writes and writes and gets worse. I think reading helps with that, the more you read the more inspiration you gather to build up your own abilities.

At least that's what I tell myself. Generally though, by and large, all things considered, I have no self esteem as a writer. I am lucky that I have someone who I write against who is an amazing writer on a regular basis, and I am lucky that I get to play with people who can write well and don't some how destroy me through the internet. Or just flat out ignore me, because that's a valid option as well. I've always thought that writing is one of those things where you never have to back up your claim. Not like an artist or a musician. No one ever hands you a pen and a piece of paper and expects something from you. If they do you best know how to bullshit, and really that's all writing is anyway.

I write because my life is boring, because I can't paint or sing or have any sort of athletic talent. Because if I didn't I'd probably put my head through a window and then the rest of myself. I do what I can and if someone doesn't like what I write then that's fine with me. Because you may write to an audience but you for them, at least I don't.

wasplisbeth — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 03:56:02 GMT

List five careers you might have had, if only....

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1. Lawyer - if I only cared about the law.
2. Cop - if only I were a bigger asshole
3. Drug Dealer - if only I hated humanity more
4. Murderer/thug - if only I were my father's daughter
5. Psychologist - if only I really wanted to rob people and fuck them at the same time.

wasplisbeth — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 00:53:43 GMT

Whoever you are, you deserve a trading card.
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wasplisbeth — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 03:33:09 GMT

lazy post, I fail. :(

wasplisbeth — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 23:56:55 GMT

"Like planning for trips, not waiting."