Everything Is True

Title: Life Is a Game (And True Love Is a Trophy)
Author: Guess (aka chipped_black)
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We’ve been through this, I feel like we’ve been through this before. This is all FICTION.
Notes: Okay, so it isn't a sequel to "Why Not Me?" like so many of you requested, but I hope this satisfies you just the same. ;) And yeah, I totally stole the title from Rufus Wainwright's "Poses". You love it.
Summary: It had always been a game with them. Every word, every touch, every look. And so it was until Paul said, “I love you.”

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I went to thenewno2/Wolfmother show last night with Yolanda. Maybe I'm biased, but thenewno2 was phenomenal! Or maybe I was just high off my tits. Either way, it was a really good set. Heartless Bastards were really good too, as was Wolfmother. We left before Wolfmother was over though, because Yolanda's girlfriend Veronica picked us up (more on why in a minute). It was SO awkward driving back with her. It felt like I was with a friend's mom. I guess that's a good reason not to date people so much older than you... Totally won't stop me from looking at them though, lol. I actually got really sick after the HB set. I think I was just really overheated and dehydrated, but I felt much better after I puked. Like, I was about to pass out before that. And YES, I made it to the bathroom, thanks for your concern. ;p

But oh my goodness! I met Dhani! He was incredibly sexy. UNF. I had lost my ticket in my bag, so Yolanda just gave me her ticket when I was going to buy a t-shirt. Then to my surprise, the band came out and was signing! I didn't want to go search through the fucking theatre for my ticket (I didn't know it was right in my bag, I was *high*, dammit), so I asked Dhani to sign my envelope. He's like, "Hah, yeah, sure." And... That was most of our interaction. So it was a little disappointing. You know me, guys. I have visions of the most epic of meetings. That and sucking his cock, you know the drill. But I went back and got Yolanda, found my ticket and she FLIPPED OUT. I was really happy for her. :) I think I realized something yesterday. George was a man's man, no homo. In a non-homosexual way, he preferred the company of men. And I believe Dhani is the same way. It was just interesting to see. I don't know why it was so weird to me. I mean, I'm a woman's woman, I've always gotten along better almost solely with women, why should it be weird to see a man who does that with men? Because of my fantasies, I know. But man, some middle aged dudes were asking Dhani to sign some things of George's and he's like, "I'm sorry, I'm not signing anything of George's." I mean, fuck. That's the most awkward thing, I didn't think anyone would actually do that! That poor guy. Every musician has to live in the shadow of the Beatles, they just set that bar, but he has to live in the shadow of his *dad*. George's music and Dhani's music don't sound anything alike, but he will always be compared to him, all of the Beatles' kids will. Having a famous parent would suck.

Oh well, I have a goal for next time. Maybe next time, I can get his autograph on something besides the ticketmaster envelope.

Title: Why Not Me?
Author: Guess (aka chipped_black)
Pairing: John/Paul, John/Stu (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We’ve been through this. I own nothing but my DREAMS.
Notes: A small PWP that I’ve been thinking of for a while, but I haven’t been inspired to actually sit down and write it until I got sick. *coughs* Please don’t be too harsh with me.
Summary: When John loses his voice, Paul has the opportunity to ask the question he’s wanted to know.


( Paul leaned closer, and John could smell a light strain of whiskey on his breath. “John, I need to ask you something.” )

1) I'm Looking Through You- The Beatles [40 plays]
2) Helter Skelter- The Beatles [38 plays]
3) I Am the Walrus- The Beatles [37 plays]
4) Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me and My Monkey- The Beatles [36 plays]
5) Come Together- The Beatles [33 plays]
6) Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise)- The Beatles [32 plays]
7) Holding Hands in the Shower- Natalie Portman's Shaved Head [32 plays]
8) Hey Bulldog- The Beatles [31 plays]
9) Twist and Shout- The Beatles [30 plays]
10) Run For Your Life- The Beatles [29 plays]
11) One Fine Day- The Chiffons [29 plays]
12) Polythene Pam- The Beatles [28 plays]
13) Long Tall Sally- The Beatles [27 plays]
14) Savoy Truffle- The Beatles [27 plays]
15) Waiting For the Great Leap Forwards- Billy Bragg [27 plays]
16) Doctor Robert- The Beatles [26 plays]
17) Drive My Car- The Beatles [26 plays]
18) Glass Onion- The Beatles [26 plays]
19) Revolution 1- The Beatles [26 plays]
20) Sixteen- The Indelicates [25 plays]
21) Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds- The Beatles [24 plays]
22) A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours- The Smiths [24 plays]
23) I've Just Seen a Face- The Beatles [23 plays]
24) Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band- The Beatles [23 plays]
25) Birthday- The Beatles [23 plays]

Holy shit.

Oh, 3 AM. You have found me once again, with my hair dripping wet and my nose simply dripping.

It's the busiest week of the semester for me. Let's see this schedule, shall we?

Sunday: Tech rehearsal for Student Showcase
Monday: Dress rehearsal for Student Showcase
Tuesday: Paper and presentation due for Religion & Politics; Student Showcase
Wednesday: Rehearsal for Culturescape (but I didn't have to go because I had class); Study with Jackie for Lit. Midterm
Thursday: Blessedly nothing; Attempt to dye hair at Nora's; "Study"
Friday: Midterm; Culturescape
Saturday & Sunday: Write a 10 page paper that I just found out about Tuesday
Monday: Test in Music & Social Protest (her tests are the *worst*); Thenewno2! (One bright spot)
Tuesday: 10 page paper due (Will most likely skip class and email it on Wednesday.)
Wednesday: DONE! No choir, will skip Music & Social Protest if it's not canceled!
Thursday-Sunday: Get stuffed, get drunk, get crunk. Yeah, represent.

So, if that wasn't enough. I'm getting sick. Hopefully I can stave it off... I'll drink tea if they have lemon in the caf. Lemon tea is the only one I like. :/ But yeah, lots of fluids, more rest, lots of Cold Relief meds... Oh, who am I kidding? It's 3 AM, I'm drop dead tired and I'm sitting here blogging. In my defense, I'm waiting for my hair to drip-dry a tiny bit before I go to bed, but seriously, I didn't take my shower until 2:30. Craziness.

Also, the AFI show is sold out. I'm devastated. I ended up posting an ad on craigslist asking someone to sell me a ticket at retail price, because I canNOT afford a $200 ticket. Fuck. I just said, "I can't pay that. If you want company though, I'm more than willing to give that. I'll buy dinner, I'll smoke you out if you're into it, I'll bake you motherfucking cookies." Idk, I would do it if I had an extra ticket. I don't have much hope, but there's always a little. *sighs*

I'm SO fucking ready for this semester to be over. I'm actually looking forward to going to my parents' house, that's how sick of this semester I am. They're planning to take us to France and Spain. The only downside is we're driving, but hell, I'm going to France! :D Then we're flying up to Venice for MLK Day weekend. Means I'll only be in Naples about two weeks, and I will spend that time sleeping, reading and eating pizza. Sounds heavenly.

I finally did it and got a new email. As much as I loved it, likeabedof_roses11 wasn't a very practical email address. I still kept it for four years though, heh heh heh. That was the longest I've ever had an email address. I used to change them every few months, same with AIM screennames. That's what's so great about MSN, I can change my name whenever I want.

I totally forgot how much work went into changing your email though. I had to update Facebook, Myspace, Livejournal, last.fm, the library, the bank, the school, Photobucket, Mediafire, Megaupload and eBay, go through my contacts and see who I actually still talk to, export and notify said contacts, and I'll just update my mailing lists as they email me.

For anyone who's interested, my new email is: expert_textpert67@yahoo.com

So, I'm coming up on 1000 entries soon. I think I'll change my username. It should be a tradition, you know, change your username with every 1000 entries? I hope I keep it up for another thousand, wow. I'm also kind of interested in that website that turns your blog entries into a physical book. It'd be kind of nice to see my life over the years in book form. I'd have one for high school (plus those first few months when I was still in 8th grade), then one for college, and then one every few years or so after that. I guess there's not really a point to do that, it'd just be nice. :)

I decided that this weekend is paper weekend. Meaning that I'm actually writing papers for class. *headdesk* I've written most of my introduction for my Religion & Politics paper, about God in public schools. It's terribly hard not to be biased. In fact, most of my introduction is me ragging on Hackett. Heh. Then I'm finally going to write my Billy Bragg concert review. It was due a month ago. Gah. I think then I'll plot out a course for my Patti Smith paper and my Lit paper. I want to write about Lolita, but I can't think of a good topic to write about. :/ I should probably go to the library tomorrow if I actually want to get this done. I always feel awkward when I'm in the library and I'm just websurfing, because then people can SEE that I'm websurfing. It keeps me in check, so the only things I can do is work or stare into space.

I'll get back to work... But I'll probably just try to think up a new username, lol.

I do not understand the obsession with Owl City. Every other day, I see a request on yousendit_ for Owl City. I can't count how many of my friends are fans on Facebook. I'll admit to liking a few songs. "Hello Seattle" made me cry the first time I heard it, beautiful song.

But my GOD. The music is so sugary-sweet, it gives me a toothache! It all sounds the same. UGH. Just leave me with my Hellogoodbye.

Or maybe I just don't like Owl City because it's a one-man band and I want to say "them" but I get frustrated because it's not accurate. Either way. Not a fan. X(

( Track listing and link )

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Your November Horoscope by Susan Miller

Pisces Horoscope for November 2009

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I'm very nearly ready to give up.

Is it even possible for someone to like me as much as I like them? Beginning to think it isn't.

Well. I loved and I lost. What the fuck ever. I'm going to fantasize about time machines now.

Beatles Porn Titles

Ah, the Beatles. Who doesn't love the Beatles, the greatest band of all time.

I have too much free time on my hands. We all know that pornographic film titles often have similarities to well known movies or songs. A SNL sketch once explored the subject. It centered around Adrian Brody, who was unable to come up with an obvious parody title for his film, "The Pianist."

Anyway, a while back, I discovered that the immortal Ron Jeremy once starred in a film called "Sgt. Peckers Lonely Hearts Club Gang Bang" (IMDB listing). That got me to thinking, what other Beatles song titles could be turned into porno films? With a little help from my friends, I came up with some possibilities. Note: Some of these may actually exist, I didn't really check or care.

Some are obvious, like Please Please Me, Norweigian Wood, and Love Me Do, others take a little bit of work and imagination.

For instance:

Here C*ms the Son

Backdoor in the USSR
I've Just C*m on a Face
When I'm 69
Octop*ssy's Garden
Magical Mystery Whore
Yellow Sex-Machine (courtesy of StephieV)
F*cking a hole (courtesy of StephieV)
Norwegian Woodie (courtesy of Robin V)

and some gay porn...

A Gay in the Life
Eight Gays a Week

and the best...

C*m Together ... right now... over me.

That's it for now, but I am sure there are many more possibilities. And I am sure that some of these have actually been turned into films, or will be turned into films. If they are made into future films, I demand royalties.

Have some ideas of your own to add to this list? Email them to me at submissions@tarfumes.com.

John Lennon:
[] You were raised by someone other than your parents.
[] You have step siblings.
[] You get in trouble a lot at school.
[] Your birthday is in October.
[x] You love Elvis.
[x] You don’t like organized religion.
[x] You like cats more than dogs.
[] You wear glasses.
[x] Your favorite color is green.
[] You hate the dark.
Total: 4

Paul McCartney:
[] One of your parents died when you were young.
[x] You are the oldest child in your family.
[x] You do well in school.
[x] Your favorite color is blue.
[x] You are fairly quiet.
[] You are tall.
[] You are conventional.
[] You are a vegetarian.
[] You were born in June.
[x] You had sex at the age of 15 or younger. (Sex is going by MY definition.)
Total: 5.

George Harrison:
[x] Your parents are still together.
[] You are the youngest child in your family.
[] You don’t do very well in school.
[] You were born in February.
[x] You love gummy bears.
[] You are religious.
[X] You are younger than most/all of your friends.
[] Your favorite color is purple.
[x] You are shy.
[x] You are mysterious.
Total: 4.


Ringo Starr:
[] Your parents separated when you were young.
[] You are an only child.
[] You get sick a lot.
[] You were born in July.
[] You are one of the oldest of your friends.
[x] You are picky about your food.
[X] You really like your independence.
[] You have blue eyes.
[] Your favorite color is red.
[] You are short.
Total: 2.

I am: Paul, by one.

And I have two favorite colors. OHHH, WHAT NOW, BITCHES?!?!

I went to see The Grates tonight at the Rickshaw Stop, they were opening for Choir of Young Believers and Those Darlins. Which I honestly can't believe. They should be headlining a giant fucking tour. They're *that* awesome. And that's what I thought before I went to the show. *WHOO!* Of course, I was there alone... >.> No one ever goes to shows with me. Fucking losers. Anyway.

Oh. My. God. The frontwoman, Patience, is possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen on two legs. No joke. Oh my God. Not only is she pretty and spunky and eccentric, the woman has energy like NONE other. Holy crap. She was all over the stage and the floor. For one of the songs, she brought the mic stand down on the floor and she had one of those ribbon dancer things. And during the bridge, she danced with it all around. Magical. Also, she was flirting with me *hardcore*. Well, okay, she flirted with everyone, but she really focused on me. Not being egotistical, it's a fact. She focused on me because I was one of the ones dancing really hard and sang along to most of the songs (I don't have the new album and it's killing me). She eye-flirted with me, then on one of the last songs (which happened to be my favorite song, incidentally), she got down and started hugging me and dancing with me and I sang into the mic with her. *dies* After the show, she hugged me again and she's like, "You knew all the words to the songs! I was so happy!" Me: *madly blushing* I want to be her groupie. I want to be there.

Well, after their set, I met this nice couple by the name of Annie and Pius (he's German and I think her name was Annie... Something along those lines). They were really sweet and stoned out of their minds, lol. Annie was thanking me for being the other person who danced, and we talked about how much we loved the Grates and what a shame it was that more people don't know them. They actually gave me a ride home, which was very nice.

The other two bands were pretty good. The Choir of Young Believers was a good band, Danish, but... Just not a band I want to see live. Especially not in conjunction with the other two performers. Very pretty music though. Very visceral. The third band, Those Darlins, were actually from Tennessee, and they were awesome rockabilly. SO much fun. It reminded me a lot of my roots, yanno, just like, "If things had turned out differently, I might have been hearing this every day." (Such an optimist, lol.) There are so few shows that encourage dancing... I mean, there's either not enough room, it's not dancing music or everyone's too "cool" to dance (I saw your mom drive you there!). But at this show, we all danced! And we danced and danced and danced! It was awesome! I just felt like I could truly embrace the music. Everyone else might have been drunk, but I was only high on the music. <3

P.S. There was this girl with her girlfriend in front of me during Those Darlins who looked just like Ann-Elise. I couldn't stop staring at her, it was so disconcerting. I hope she was a vision of the future.

If you guys don't know the story of how I got into the Beatles, it's simple. In April of 2007, I had a dream about John Lennon and Paul McCartney. And right now, I'm REALLY hopped up on energy drinks, so I'm going through all of the Beatles related events in April on historyorb.com to try and figure this out. I highly suspect it's the period between April 8th through 25th. I want to say it's the 10th, because Lori and I started dating March 10th and she dumped me May 10th, so April 10th would be crazy.
( This is actually truly fascinating (for me) )

ALSO, THIS:

Cynthia Lennon: Sept. 10, 1939
Zak Starkey: Sept. 13, 1965
Stella McCartney: Sept. 13, 1971
James McCartney: Sept. 12, 1977

That's weird.

Pisces Forecast for October 2009

 

By Susan Miller

 

 

 

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Like a bird caught in a spiral,
Too afraid to fly herself,
I sit alone, a dusty poem,
Just aging on a shelf.

Walking along a city street,
Mind racing over nothing,
I perform, I conform,
And always end up blushing.

Not anything enough for you
And I bite my tongue in pain.
So many words, trying to sound learned,
Yet I have nothing to say.

If I had sex with a bunch of random people I met while drunk, I'd feel like a whore.

If I don't, I feel like a loser.

The only women I want are far away.

I just feel like I'm only fucking myself over.

Just once, I would like a girl to have as much interest in me as I do in her.
I don't want to be the one who's always trying to initiate sex.
I don't want to be the one who's always trying to initiate conversation or outings.
I don't want to be the first one to say "I love you".
I don't want to be the first one to get hurt.
I don't want to be the one who feels like she's less.
I don't want to be the asshole.

Goddammit, I just want love.