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Miss Bekka — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 00:23:31 +0000

I’m a “supersized megabitch”.

Because you cheated on me more than once.
Because you “fell in love” with multiple others while we were together
And you blamed me for it.
Because you tried to throw me out of your flat multiple times
While I was four-thousand miles from anywhere to go.
Because you accused me of not caring
When I sacrificed my friends for you
And sacrificed my funds for you
Sent you food when I was afraid of you starving.
Because somehow, I didn’t get that it was a joke
When you told me to “fuck off” when I would try to talk to you.
Because you called me a whore, repeatedly, for no good reason.
Because you got angry with me for wanting to talk to you
While you were off doing your role-playing games.
Because you let your friends convince you
That I was “probably” cheating on you,
When I never once did, even though you did it to me.
Because you listened to your Mom say
That I just got raped to make you feel guilty.

Because I dare think I have a right to be hurt, I’m a bitch.
I’m way out of line.

You’re still just as pathetic and clueless as you were on the day I left.

How ’bout a little Tank ‘n’ Spank?

Miss Bekka — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:50:18 +0000

Yeah yeah, I really need to post more than just videos every now and then, but there are some things that just need sharing. And as soon as my bank account recovers from paying last month’s mobile bill, I’m snagging that track off Amazon and making it my new obsession.

I love The Guild. Love.

Anyway, news… news. Eh. School is coming up next week (gasp, oh noes). Later this week, I have “pre-employment testing” to go to, for whatever that means. I don’t even rate an interview. I just get tested. THE REAL WORLD IS JUST LIKE COLLEGE LOL. Oh, and I love a guy who hits you with flowers, chocolates and love notes, all on separate occasions, but well within a week’s time. Ok, so the chocolates were M&M’s, but I LIKE THEM OKAY. THEY WERE YUMMY. And also a surprise, so I count them! Officially. Hehe.

These Are My Shitty Tunes

Miss Bekka — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:45:37 +0000

Want to hear a joke? Ok. Radiohead, [Your Favourite Hippie Stoner Band Here], and Faust walk into a bar…

PUNCHLINE: These Are My Twisted Words (Advance / Leak / 2009)

Well. If this is really genuine, at least Phil still knows how to play drums.

Who’s Down for Some Paddlin’?

Miss Bekka — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 23:48:38 +0000

Speaks for itself, I do say.

Nothing to report today, I’m afraid. Just some cleaning here and there… sat and watched some Buffy for a while. Still need to do this thing with laundry, what where you hang it up or at least put it away in some form or fashion after cleaning it, but I’ve been nursing a sore shoulder since Monday morning. Is this a good excuse for not doing what I should? Well, I’ve seemed to let it make sense in my mind.

Keep in mind, things in my mind rarely make sense to anyone else. But that’s ok.

Fallen Princesses

Miss Bekka — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 01:16:36 +0000

And they all lived… happily ever after? Kudos to this photographer for ruining everything we cherished about a childhood with Disney. Goodness knows that’s one of my favourite pastime activites, anyway. More images @ JPGmag.com

OMG INTERNETS

Miss Bekka — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 05:52:41 +0000

Again, I say, long time no update. Um sorry. Busy, hectic, making ready, hauling ass, getting out, moving on, and making very little sense all along the way. For those of you who don’t know, and are not keeping track via LJ, I’m in Lexington now, trying to get things all dialed in and packed away before class starts back up on Monday. I doubt it’ll be entirely dialed, but I will, at least, have depressed and released a button or two. So far, only my nerves have gone kaboom… I guess that’s better than whatever else can happen with buttons.

The experience has been, so far, quite mixed. I’m happy even if I am at times quite terrified… partly due to nerves and partly due to the real mixbag we call “neighbours”. Most of the happiness is down to the fact that I’m surviving outside the next with minimal emotional hitches… anxiety increased but it’s been nowhere near as horrid as the other times I’ve been far from home. I think it’s due to my being stronger, and having much better support than I ever had before. Support which, god willing, should arrive within the fortnight, and perhaps lend a hand at being more supportive of my mammaries.

I’m earning an A in Narty.

The most pleasant thing about being in a more citylike environment is the fact that I have an intarweb connection which is worth a shit. The hell that is dial-up is finally behind me. Finally. I’ve been making friends with Netflix Instant Play, as well as catching up with all the glory of YouTube:

And Now, in “Don’t Let The Door Smack You In The Ass” News:

Miss Bekka — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 05:11:28 +0000

Buhbye nao!

Wingnut Comedy Hour

Miss Bekka — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:44:08 +0000

And now, ladies and gents, we present to you, the Religious Right’s finest corn-fed hick, Tracy Kerlee!:

ETA: Oh, snap! They took it down. Conspiracy! CONSPIRACY!
Sorry if you missed it, folks. Especially sorry that she still exists, somewhere in the wilds of Virginia…

Re: Heppner

Miss Bekka — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 07:24:59 +0000

Enjoy it, bitches.

Almost Done

Miss Bekka — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 21:14:35 +0000

Yesterday afternoon and evening were a bit better. Dad was very much dad-like again, which is always a comfort. And according to Mom, who wrote me a nice note before crashing out to catch some sleep, his night went much better as well. He slept more easily, and for longer stretches of time, and his respiration stayed in a good level. She’s confident enough to try and work tonight… good deal, considering yesterday morning she was thinking of taking a leave of absence to keep a closer eye on him. He should be able to come home Monday as planned.

Wish I could say the same for my night. I came home, sat in the car for a while, left again, came back, had a beer, and then had a mild panic attack. Which wouldn’t have been such a bad thing had I not been on the phone at the time. I needed the release, without worrying about reigning it in for the benefit of party-two. He wanted to stay on the phone with me. I got nagged about hanging up, he wanted to stay that much. I guess that should be a comfort, but… I don’t know. There’s a very, very delicate balance between “leave me the fuck alone” and “please don’t go”. A sort of, please be there, allow me the comfort of knowing you’re there, but don’t be so present that I should worry about what you’re thinking when I need to worry about calming myself down. I guess it’ll take some practice.

After that episode, and after I had fully recovered (took about an hour?), the night went alright. Still feeling a bit overwhelmed by this whole mess of life, but the worst of it has been expelled. Like having a zit on yer ass, I reckon. The pressure is off but it’s still going to hurt for a bit.

In other news, thanks to Kev’s inquisitiveness, I found out that Peter Heppner has indeed released his solo effort, imaginatively titled “Solo”. International release dates are, unfortunately, still being negotiated. But with the glory of the Inter-tube, who needs international release dates? Soulseek to the rescue! It’s not as great as Wolfsheim — only a few songs pack a somewhat similar sort of punch — but it’s still pretty good. ‘Alleinesein’ was probably his best choice for a debut single, and definitely my favourite. ‘No Matter What It Takes’ is also pretty striking. The rest? Well, it’s going to take some time to bond with.