Under the boardwalk

I read about some movie being made about monopoly... how weird is that? They must me short for ideas when they're makig movies about board games. Smooth move.
So anywho, I'm in the north par of Sweden as a part of a punishment. Sometimes I like to play pranks on myself. You know, to keep me on my tippy toes. So here I am... I kne this was coming and yet I payed to sufer. Kudos on that, eh?
I payed for a 4 hour trip that was sure to end in dissaster. But at least I know for sure now. I'm like those kids that has a parent who's told them that something is very hot but they themselves had to be damned to try it out themselves. You know it'll be damn hot based on past experience and the fact that everyoe's told you at least twice not to do so.... but you just have to try it on for size... Oh well. Who's to blame here?
Genes. Bad genes, that's what I'm blaming. The inability to learn from past experience. Man does that suck.
Now I'm tired, hungry and freezing to death. How great will this New Years be?

Filth

I'm not a racist. By now it's common knowledge, but still these e-cards crack me up!

-B

Breathing your love?

You know what, I've tried to get that damn song out of my head all day long. But I can't for the life of me stick to something better or more interesting. So Darin stuck to my brain like shit to velcro this morning and I've been humming it all day. That crappy ass song to which I don't even know the lyrics.
So, what's new? Nothing... nothing new ever happens in casa de Belms. Time seems to be standing still in all aspects of living except my weight that seems to have no god damn boundaries. It's living it's own life. One day I'll get on the scale and be embarresed the next day I'll have lost 5 pounds, just like that. I don't know whats wrong with my damn body.
Aunt Flow (yeah... I had to go there) hasen't paid me a visit since early this summer meaning if I wasn't fat I'd be pregnant. But I am fat and that sort of settles that.
So... besides that I' sitting in Marcus' apartment watching his back as he sits by te other computer and I realize that this man is seriously hot. I can't help it. I really do love his looks. And yes, I have that crazy legfetish. I'm weird that way I know, but I love a man with good thighs. :D Not one of those damn skinny men, looking like women or little boys or what have you. And while on the topic, why do men and women look so damn alike these days? Skinny, pale. Malnurished little saps thinking they're fashionable and then dying from massive organ failure at the tender age of 25 or thirty.
Morons, the heap of you. I'm upset. Skinny people upset me. And short people scare me. I don't trust short people. They're always up to something. Big, fat people are never bothered by stuff. You won't see a fat guy get enraged for no reason. Skinny people and those people under 5'9" are always busy... And angry. Seems they need to be fed.
I beg of you; PLEASE FEED THE MODELS.

Damn Darin, making me all wound up. Not hot. Not hot at all. I'll go bother Marcus for a while now.

/B

Hit the lights please

So yeah, I'm doing a 50's make up today. The lighting in my bedroom is a killer but I'm just trying to set the mood for tonight.
Yes, that is my blanket posing as an impromptu dress. Very stylish if I may say so myself.
Yesterday I saw a Seth Rogen movie, today I'll join friends at the movies to see yet another one. I effin love that man more than I do rolo. And you all know I'm a fan of rolo.
So, anyhoo. Marcus is back, and in full force. Missing me. Making me confused, and more often than not a bit frisky. Which is stupid because I thought for sure we had found our ending and that we both had made peace with it. Oh well. We'll se how this'll end. Probably in tears. I'm not sure whose.
It'll all be swell... I'm looking forward to a ride of a life time. But I'm always on the prawl for those rides. I just love me a nice ride. I guess I'm just that kind of people. Why have peace and quiet when you can have drama?! Oh, that's just the actress in me talking.

Well, loved ones. I need to get my hair did before leaving the house. Have fun, guys. It's mother fucking booze time. Well, for some. Me... not so much.

/Bell