lilith87

Female
from Louisiana

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    • Ah, what the hell....

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
      Name: Lilith
      Birth date: if i told you, i'd have to threaten to kill you.
      Birth place: Lafayette, LA
      Current Location: at home
      Hair Color: mousy
      Righty or Lefty: Righty

      LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
      Your heritage: 1/4 Polish, 1/4 French, 1/2 British something.
      Shoes you wore today: none yet
      Your weakness: gorgeous eyes, true affection, cherry coke
      Your fears: being useless, losing
      Your perfect pizza: pepperoni
      Goal you'd like to achieve: be a published author

      LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW
      Your most overused phrase on AIM: the only one i ever use is "lol," i type everything else out, pretty much
      Your thoughts first waking up: crap, already?
      Your best physical feature: eyes
      Your bedtime: depends. most of the time about 11pm.
      Your most missed memory: laughing with a certain comfortable friend

      LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK
      Pepsi or Coke: coke
      McDonald's or Burger King: mcdonald's
      Single or group dates: depends...both are fun
      Adidas or Nike: neither
      Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton
      Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
      Cappuccino or coffee: both

      LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
      Smoke: No
      Cuss: more than i should
      Single: yes
      Take a shower: absolutely
      Have a crush: not particularly
      Think you've been in love: twice
      Liked high school: it was fun
      Want to get married: yes
      Believe in yourself: yes
      Get motion sickness: if i have a headache
      Think you're attractive: i suppose
      Think you're a health freak: not really.
      Get along with your parents: yes
      Like thunderstorms: as long as the lightning stays away from my house

      LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
      Drank alcohol: yes
      Gone on a date: no
      Gone to the mall: yes
      Been on stage: no
      Eaten an entire box of Oreos: no
      Eaten sushi: no
      Been dumped: no
      Gone skating: no
      Gone skinny dipping: no

      LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
      Played a game that required removal of clothing: no
      Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: no
      Been caught "doing something": no
      Been called a tease: yes. but he was manipulative and paranoid, so....
      Gotten beaten up: no

      LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER
      Age you hope to be married: whenever the right guy is there.
      Number of Children: 2-3 of my own. i'd like to adopt, too
      How do you want to die: old and in my sleep.
      What do you want to be when you grow up: writer, university prof.

      LAYER NINE: IN A GUY...
      Best eye color?: brown, i suppose, but i'm more about the whole eye package not just the colour.
      Best hair color?: doesn't matter
      Short or long hair: short, or shaggy. not long.
      Height: 5'10"-6'2" or so
      Best first date location: coffee shop, art show.
      Best first kiss location: cheek...really close to the lips...

      LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
      Number of people I could trust with my life: about 6
      Number of CD's I own: um....maybe 30?
      Number of piercings: 2
      Number of tattoos: 0
      Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: 3 or 4
      Number of scars on my body: who knows...10+ i'm sure.

      so there you go. do yours now. :-)

    • to soloflex or not to soloflex

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      It's Saturday. And while I have some things I ought to be doing, instead I am wasting time online with an infomercial in the background. Apparently, this particular piece of exercise equipment is the very best thing to hit the exercise world ever. It's easy, effective, and fits under the bed when you're finished using it. You can even exercise while watching tv! Amazing!

      All of this set me to wondering about exercise equipment. After all, if you watch tv long enough, you'll see a minimum of 85,000 infomercials for the latest and greatest exercise thinga-ma-bob. Okay. Maybe not 85,000, but it certainly feels that way. So here's what I wonder: how to we know such-and-such a piece of equipment is the best? Has anyone ever compared any of them? Can they be compared when they are each supposedly so unique and ground-breaking? I propose, therefore, that someone do a study. Gather together a number of groups of people who would like to/need to lose weight and get in shape, and give each focus group and different piece of equipment to use for three months. See which one really is the best. I'm curious. After all, I'f I'm going to send 5 monthly installments of $19.99 to some infomercial company, I want my monthly installments going to the most worthy one. Then I can feel good about myself when, like everyone who bought that particular piece of equipment, I use it to hang my freshly ironed clothes on.

      Edit: Just for the record, I'm not really in the market for a piece of exercise equipment. I do just fine with my free weights. lol. I just find the entire segment of the market rather amusing.

    • risk

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      leaping off a cliff in hope
      of catching an updraft and
      soaring. what happens
      instead is just falling,
      nearly crashing, left with just enough to
      get up and try again later.
      8.21.07

    • captured

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      take my hand in yours.
      only your hand fits with mine.
      take my heart for yours.
      only your soul fits with mine
      take my life alongside yours.
      only you can match my footsteps.
      take me for yours.
      only you fit me.

    • *sigh*

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      Do you ever feel as though talking to some people is rather like trying to drink orange juice right after you've eaten a bowl of vanilla ice cream?

    • arms and mattreses

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      Somewhere there is a clip (that I wish I could find) from one of Jerry Seinfeld's stand-up routines about a mattress. Specifically, he calls our attention to the practice of tying a mattress to the roof of a car to move it, and then holding on to it with your arm. Because of course, if the tie-down job should prove insufficient at highway speeds, the average guy will be able to hang on to said mattress with his arm. Of course, when he puts it that way, you can see the ridiculousness of holding onto the mattress with your arm. Right?

      Today, my dad was listening to the New Orleans traffic report and just had to share it with me. This afternoon, the traffic over the Mississippi river bridge was backed up to kingdom come. "Why?" you ask. Because of two large mattresses blocking all the lanes. Apparently, two guys had laid the mattresses on top of their car and then proceeded to attempt a drive over the bridge--you guessed it--holding them down with their arms. Seinfeld comedy routines should now be classified under "Educational Material."

    • set dressers

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      When you are rehearsing a play, there are times when you realize that a table won't work there or the drapes are hanging weird. And so the director will stop the rehearsal and get someone or someones up on stage to fix all those little things before you keep going.

      Sometimes I wish you could do that with life. It would be nice to take a little vacation, to pause for a bit in the sequence of life, while someone else comes in arranges things, tweaks things, solves those hairy little problems that you can't seem to stop and reach in the midst of it all. That would such a relief. Of course, that would make me a less capable and nuanced person at the end of it all, but today I'm not caring so much.... Ah well. The sequence continues and we can do little else but tweak what we can in each moment.

    • creepy

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      The future rulers of the earth:

      seagulls.jpg

    • target

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      He leaned back against the tree watching the children chase each other along the banks of the river. He liked to come watch them. They were so free, so joyful, so trustful of everyone. So unlike himself. He could barely remember what is was like to trust people. It wasn’t that these people, these villagers, had given him reason to distrust him; distrusting people was just his habit. His amber eyes followed the path of the river up to the stone bridge that crossed it at the edge of the village. Watching the people go about their daily business, he wondered what their lives were like. Did other people carry secrets like his? The question had haunted him as long as he could remember. Of course, he had never found the answer. He never let himself get close enough to other people to find out. “Joram….†He heard his guardian’s voice whisper in his head. “I need your help.†“I’ll be right there,†he though in return. With a sigh, Joram lifted himself off the tree and turned toward the village. It wasn’t that he minded helping Mentius in the apothecary they ran. Mentius was the closest he had ever come to family, saving him from murder when his parents had died and bringing him here to this quiet village to live. No, Mentius was the only person he actually trusted. It was the villagers that wearied him. They were always kind and pleasant, but he found himself always suspecting them of secrets, of lies, of trying to discover who he really was. It was wearying. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by his arrival at the shop door. He took a deep breath and went inside.

      copyright: 2008

    • mercenary

      11 years ago

      lilith87

      The dusty traveler paused at the top of the hill and looked down into the village. Perhaps village was too tame a word. For although Embery had never adopted the title of “city,†its boundaries had spread to take up most of the valley with homes, shops and farms. The traveler didn’t pause from weariness; she was carefully observing the terrain before descending. Tall and slim, she gazed across the valley from beneath the hood of her cloak. She had dressed carefully, adopting the clothing of the traveling mercenary…sturdy boots, heavy woolen cloak, pack slung across her back that didn’t quite conceal the sword also slung there. She often adopted the costume of a mercenary soldier. People didn’t trust warriors, for some reason. They tended to assume that warriors were brutal and merciless. Perhaps they didn’t assume that mercenaries were better on those fronts, but they at least assumed that they were less skilled and more likely to “cut a guy a break.†She chuckled and shook her head at that thought. Mercenaries were far worse than a covenanted warrior for the simple reason that they sold themselves to the highest bidder. A warrior only fought and killed for his master. But it was not her job to correct the mistaken assumptions of the average person. It was her job to use them to get what she wanted. What she wanted was always the same: a way in. And this disguise had yet to fail her.

      copyright: 2008

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