urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta estelle mordecai bridgetrabun@gmail.com estelle mordecai 2005-04-26T12:09:54Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:37792 2005-04-26T12:09:54Z 2005-04-26T12:09:54Z so no one has heard from me for a while. <br /><br />well, let me tell you why.<br /><br />i do stupid stupid things.<br /><br />like right now, it's 7am. and i haven't been to bed yet. <br /><br />for some reason, i've been playing earthbound since about 10 or 11 pm. <br /><br />i can't get into happy happy village.<br /><br />anyone want to help? the mondo mole awaits! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:37319 2005-02-28T10:58:59Z 2005-02-28T10:58:59Z there's way more to life than one would have guessed. <br /><br />music? fuck.<br /><br />superiority? fuck.<br /><br />i'm out. i'm done. i don't give a damn about any of it. i really don't. <br /><br />i can't even listen to cds when i drive.<br /><br />i own an ipod that i haven't used in a month.<br /><br />it's the most ridiculous way in the entire world to feel better than someone else. <br /><br />it really makes me want to cry, just like i did in that video store that one time.<br /><br />i think i'm done with this too. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:37092 2005-02-18T04:44:56Z 2005-02-18T04:44:56Z dayna parker.<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.nevertwice.com/item.php?code=SS004">vaginas for vaginas.</a><br /><br />i think of you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:36633 2004-12-12T10:26:16Z 2004-12-12T10:26:16Z bitches.<br /><br />bitches and hoes.<br /><br />creighton is in love with powell. he's declaring it right now.<br /><br />i swear.<br /><br />worlds colliding. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:36420 2004-11-30T04:58:33Z 2004-11-30T04:58:33Z <center><table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tr><td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#31b12e">&nbsp;</td><td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#2d8422">&nbsp;</td><td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#3fbf33">&nbsp;</td><td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#295508">&nbsp;</td><td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#008000">&nbsp;</td><td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#14a31e">&nbsp;</td></tr><tr><td colspan="6" align="center">the beach boys are love</td></tr><tr><td colspan="6" align="center"><small>brought to you by the <a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/">isLove Generator</a></small></td></tr></table></center><br /><br /><br /><br />wow. like no one already knew. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:36118 2004-11-27T13:34:51Z 2004-11-27T13:34:51Z dear god. craziness.<br /><br />i don't really know what's going on, but it seems like a really good idea to get in my car and drive to a donkey show right about now.<br /><br />thanksgiving. thanks a lot.<br /><br />good times, always.<br /><br />thank you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:35970 2004-11-16T08:38:58Z 2004-11-16T08:38:58Z jamie:<br /><br />i promise i won't do it. i promise. there's no way i can do it again. it's love! okay, so not really, but i really won't do it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:35328 2004-10-19T09:04:10Z 2004-10-19T09:04:10Z would anyone care to join me in seeing GWAR in december at the house of blues?<br /><br /><br />(yes, i'm serious). urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:35251 2004-10-14T19:38:29Z 2004-10-14T19:38:29Z this is my favorite month. <br />although i've almost died many many times in october, it still remains my favorite.<br /><br />this is my favorite season. <br />although i'm in south louisiana and the entire atmosphere here is made up of noxious fumes, fall still manages to smell great.<br /><br />this is my favorite time of the semester.<br />although i should be ready to fucking graduate, i am still failing most of my classes because i just can't make myself care.<br /><br /><br />so i don't really know what this means, but ever since i moved back to baton rouge in the spring i don't think i've gone more than about 3 days in a row sober. i don't really have a problem with this either, i just kind of feel as though i should. the other day i was voted the louie's waitress who comes to work with a hangover most often. is that some kind of honor?<br /><br />new friends have been helping this. as have the old, as always.<br /><br />was on a holiday from the internet. new computer to change that. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:34552 2004-08-31T07:06:33Z 2004-08-31T07:06:33Z so, i don't really remember the exact reason i thought this was a good idea.<br /><br />i don't really think there is one. boredom will be the death of me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />let's just there's a home perm involved. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:34228 2004-08-22T10:32:24Z 2004-08-22T10:32:24Z roger daltrey infomercial, ya hear? so i think the only thing i'm beginning to use this for is to talk about all of the things that bother me. <br /><br />so here's the current list:<br /><br />-i keep having dreams where i am a male. they are completely normal dreams, well, as normal as my dreams are, but in them i'm a guy. i don't think this would bother me so much if i didn't have a sex dream a few nights ago and when i woke up i had thought i had an erection but was quite disappointed to realize i had no penis. i'm also quite upset that i don't really know if i'm a hot guy or not.<br /><br />-i'm going to kill myself this semester working 30 hours a week at louie's, taking 4 studio art classes, and working 9 hours a week at the radio station. i think it will be good, though, i need something to keep me from staying drunk all the time.<br /><br />-i repeat, i can't go out anymore.<br /><br />-for some reason shayne pepper has forsaken me.<br /><br />-i'm really fucking tired of having to vomit for at least an hour or so every time i get my goddamn period. sometime this week i'm going to make room to visit the health center and take care of that shit. it's ridiculous. it's just such a pain in the ass to be hanging out, having fun, drinking a few beers, listening to crappy music, and then all of a sudden to just be like "oh, shit, not only is there blood pouring out of me, but now i'm about to throw up the entire contents of my body."<br /><br />enough. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:33888 2004-08-03T06:51:31Z 2004-08-03T07:04:51Z subterranean this post is dedicated to the things that i discovered that i loved/hated this evening/recent past:<br /><br /><br />love:<br />-friend soul mates who carry half-eaten bags of cheetos in their purses.<br />-fun foam 7" covers.<br />-astronauts + beer<br />-the idea of a blue sexplosion. <br />-desperado.<br /><br />hate:<br />-shaved pussys.<br />-stupid bitches.<br />-"bridget come on dont be ridiculous. i like you a lot." FUCK THAT SHIT.<br />-disrespect man, disrespect.<br />-sara smith being gone. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:33696 2004-07-31T02:36:02Z 2004-07-31T02:41:35Z sara!!! this is how much we miss you!!! look how crazy we've gone without you!!!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000644.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000712.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000711.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000686.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000708.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000674.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000669.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v400/missrungakutta/IM000715.jpg"><br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:33507 2004-07-27T09:19:52Z 2004-07-27T09:19:52Z murmur sex murmur there's nothing like lots of cheap champagne and cigarettes on a literal hot tin roof to really make a girl feel good. or bad, however one might look at it.<br /><br />so guys who kiss guys aren't real guys and girls who kiss girls are fucking hott, fuck you, you frat boy bastard who works at a titty bar. i know you ain't feelin' no fake boobies. my ass is firm than the shit you get. and i eat jello pudding pops like there's no tomorrow. maybe there isn't, ya know.<br /><br />and there's talk of art. haha. and women. hahaha. and we left so all respective parties could go and make out while i come home to a cheap frozen pizza, three cheeses, mind you. and then the fucking internet. you know you have no life when all you can think about while at a party is how much you would rather be looking up random information and porn. <br /><br />so, when you lose one sense, the others are heightened, right?<br />so does that mean i should honestly believe the deaf guy that told me i was beautiful?<br /><br />life lessons:<br /><br />1. stop even thinking about it, it will never happen.<br />2. stop doing it, you know nothing good can come. <br /><br />bored leads to lots of things, take my word for it, it's not desparation, it's pure boredom.<br /><br />maybe i lie.<br /><br />god, i hope someone cuts off your ears. give me a knife, i'll go van gogh style on your ass. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:32944 2004-07-19T19:59:57Z 2004-07-19T19:59:57Z laminateURcats: i hope you accidently eat food that has touched other food<br />missrungakutta: i hope you accidentally get laid. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:32697 2004-07-13T01:29:51Z 2004-07-13T01:29:51Z <center> PUBLIC NOTICE </center><br /><br />anyone willing to buy two tickets to the kid rock concert on july 20th and asks me to go with them, i will be more than happy to accompany you. oh, and i put out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh, and you might want to check with jamie too, cause i think she's offering the same deal. but that bitch be a prude. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:32143 2004-06-22T07:24:09Z 2004-06-22T07:24:09Z so who's going with me? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:31846 2004-06-16T09:32:47Z 2004-06-16T17:07:10Z so i do it and i don't even mean it. it's as if i were sara and the accent just flowed naturally. and it doesn't make any sense, i mean, i hate it right? and i just do it anyway. i mean, i waited so long and it never happened and so i read cosmo and am told to give up so i do and then i know this is bad but it's okay anyway. but it's my birthday soon and good things are too come, at 3am, you know, but i don't care, i fuck it all up and now i'm stuck with this again and still, the best words i can hear come from her mouth and it's like "by the way, dude, he totally wants to fuck you" and i don't want to fuck him, but i pretend it's okay anyway just because i'm bored and there's no one around and it's fun, to be able to have that power, even though it's no power really, and so i charge my food, and hers alike, and get the fuck out of there before i compromise myself and then i come home alone to do this again, and so i get on the internet and there it all goes down. down down down. there are fake brits on my porch and horny guys i'm not about to give the time of day (or night) to and i just wish things weren't this way and i weren't going to have a pillow tonight, but you know, i don't really think i could take it any other way and am better off. yes, i'm better off. but fuck, what have i got myself into. i hate me. but that's not true. you know it's not. there's no sex involved.<br /><br />where in the fuck is my email?<br /><br />twin peaks. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:31513 2004-06-14T06:13:45Z 2004-06-14T06:19:09Z okay, so, here's the deal:<br /><br /><center><b> MY BIRTHDAY PARTY </b></center><br /><center><b> It's a COSTUME PARTY! </b></center><br /><center><b> Saturday, June 19th </b></center><br /><center><b> my house: 615 Spanishtown Rd. Apt. 1 </b></center><br /><br /><br />show up anytime you would like. make sure you dress up! there should be some free alcohol and the like, but if you are picky or don't want to worry about running out, bring your own shit. i will provide as much as my little bank account allows.<br /><br />everyone that is reading this is required to attend. if you don't show up, i will never speak to you again. it's my fucking birthday, you must come. if you need directions to my crib, just ask. <br /><br />it will be a hip-hop-happenin' time.<br /><br />oh! and if you love me enough to get me a present this is what i will accept:<br /><br />-cash.<br />-lap dances.<br />-cocaine. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:31188 2004-06-10T05:33:08Z 2004-06-10T06:30:20Z what would you expect? this american life. after my second leg injury in the past few weeks, i am left with a couple of large abrasions on my right leg. one of these happens to be on my knee and the scab keeps peeling off before it is ready to and blood begins to squirt everywhere. this has sent me on quite a few searches for bandaids or some type of bandage to control the blood. while my other searches proved minimally fruitful, with one bandage found during each, this last one i procured 5 whole bandaids so i shall be set for almost a week.<br /><br />during these searches, though, i was reminded of one certain incidence during my childhood. my mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner, which was quite strange because she hardly ever did that, and i was playing on the floor keeping her company. i must have been about 4 years old. anyway, i kept insisting that she allow me to help but she was very wary as i had recently been allowed to place my own shrinky-dinks in the oven while completely supervised and still managed to burn myself. anyway, i begged and begged and finally she decided to let me chop some carrots. i don't quite know why someone would give a chopping knife to a four year old, but seeing as how i could read and write and had mastered addition, subtraction, and multiplication and was currently working on division, i suppose she thought it was okay. well, as you may have predicted, i ended up slicing almost all the way through one of my fingers. my mother was quite upset but she didn't want to tell my father what had happened because she should have known better. so she decided to just slap a bandaid on it and blame the injury on this rocking chair that i had in my bedroom that a nail had come loose on that my father hadn't gotten around to fixing just yet. this would put her in the clear, placing the blame on his neglect of household repairs. anyway, we searched and searched the house for a bandaid but none were to be found and the wound definitely needed some sort of bandage and pressure soon. so my ever resourceful mother came up with another brilliant plan. i was never really given a sex talk or told about the birds and the bees. feminine products were no stranger in my household, but i never quite understood what they were used for. i just assumed it had something to do with the many other things in the bathroom that i was not allowed to touch, like the curling iron. so when my mother produced a maxi pad from under the cabinet and cut a small square from it, i inquired as to its purpose. she informed me that every so often, mommys would accidentally hurt themselves between their legs and these were the very big bandaids that they used. as much as this disturbed me, i went along with it and allowed her to secure this ultra absorbent napkin to my finger with strips of multicolored electrical tape that were always found around my house thanks to my dad. my father came home moments later and frantically inquired about my injury. when my mother blamed it on him, he was suspicious, but felt mildly required to immediately repair the rocker. then, upon his examination of my finger, he demanded to know what the bandage was made of. when my mother told him, he laughed hysterically and all was forgotten. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:30969 2004-06-03T23:41:29Z 2004-06-03T23:41:29Z tied and tickled, you know i am. so, as the story goes, i got a visit from santa claus last night.<br /><br />and let me tell you:<br /><br />christmas presents + bridget = complete retardedness and memory loss.<br /><br />if anyone would like to recount stories of last night for me, i would be greatly appreciative.<br /><br />all i know is that when i woke up, i was completely naked and there was a pile of soaking wet clothing on the floor beside me and a couple of empty packages of sliced turkey meat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh, and on a side note, my birthday is in two weeks. saturday, june 19th. so mark your fucking calendars. if you would like a written invitation, email me with your physical address. bridgetrabun@hotmail.com<br /><br />yet again, if you don't show up, i'm cutting you out of my life forever.<br /><br />oh, 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is anything to say.<br /><br />last night was a smash, i guess. things happened, things i didn't expect. i don't quite know what to think.<br /><br />i want to go to atl immediately. such a shame no one is there anyway. i have a feeling i'll never get that call. what then? <br /><br />i suppose it's pretty common for both sara and madonna to offer up the same advice, i suppose i should heed. but then again, it's always nice, right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>dear bridget,<br />don't go for second best, baby, put your love to the test.<br /><br />don't drink and drive.<br />xoxo,<br />madonna.<br /></i><br /><br /><br /><br />let me say it again, i'm retarded. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:29924 2004-05-25T11:01:41Z 2004-05-25T11:02:43Z okay, so i realize that i've been posting like 15 times a day everyday and no one wants to read this shit. but oh my god, there is no one online right now and it is 6 am and i can't sleep and have nothing else to do except laugh hysterically at this damn guy. check him out. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/greatnippulini/"><br /><br />"The Great Nippulini is the man who possesses the strongest nipples in the world. His abilities far surpass those of others, as the Great Nippulini boasts the towing of a 330 pound man in a cart, lifting a 16 pound bowling ball, 35 pound cylinder head, how about a 55 POUND ANVIL?! Towing a 2,000 pound HOTROD and many other amazing feats."</a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i've begun to drool i'm so amazed. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missrungakutta:29448 2004-05-25T07:50:03Z 2004-05-25T07:50:03Z that joke isn't funny anymore these are the 3 things i hate most in the world right now:<br /><br />1. i am not in any way defending president bush, but i honestly don't see why people insist upon talking about him all the fucking time. i mean, the last thing i want to do at a fucking party is sit around and talk about his dyslexia or his coke habit or some other random bit of knowledge that has leaked out to the general public about his personal life. i mean, it doesn't fucking matter who the president is, everyone would hate him anyway (well, not everyone, but everyone i generally encounter). why do we insist upon actually wasting time in our lives to dwell on whether or not this person is a normal human being with normal faults or if he's some kind of superhuman worthy of holding office? i, myself, do not agree with many of his policies and such, but i still don't see why anyone would care if he has a fucking learning disability or not or whatever it is you want to talk about. i'm also very tired of hearing about how in comparison to bush, clinton was a fucking god. i mean, wasn't it only like 5 years ago that everyone on earth was wishing he had gotten a vd from that fat chick that sadly gives better head than me probably? i don't know, this is a stupid reason to hate people, but i'm really just tired of hearing about it. <br /><br />2. if i ever have someone use the term "soulmate" with me again, i'll fucking slit his throat. i'm not joking.<br /><br />3. i am very tired of sleeping alone. i really really don't want to date anyone right now, nor do i have any inclination to just go out and randomly bring home strangers. it's not even a sexual thing really, i just want to fall asleep listening to someone's terrible snoring and wake up and roll over and share my dreams. so i suppose this is sort of an invitation, for any of you, my friends, to sleep in a bed with me. hell, i'll even wear clothes. it doesn't even have to be a full night's sleep, stop by for a mid-day nap sometime. everyone knows i'm always down for some shut eye. preferably when it's raining.