sexiest woman room

After all the disagreement I've been in amongst lately it's nice now to discuss a villain that no one will dispute. I'm talking, of course, of the Worst Man In The World, the unassailably wicked Robert Mugabe. So indisputable is his villainy that he is now a touchstone of evil. Never mind the one-note bloc-media, even the most extreme blogs, of the variety that take it as read that every single thing...

A Final Goodbye: All the things i forgot to sayI'm a broken record now but its hard to walk away without saying a few last things.I'm sorry for who I am. I'm sorry for who i couldn't be.I know i said it a million times but i never wanted it to end.I'm sorry for being to afraid to make the changes needed to make our relationship work. I know i can say I'm sorry till I'm blue in the face and it will...

For those not familiar, haiku is a form of Japanese verse. It's simultaneously possessed of a hard rigidity and is as free as the air. The rigidity comes in the form of its structure which is that of three lines counted off in syllables of five, seven and five. Rhyme is irrelevant. Classically it will evoke images or feelings of the natural world or the seasons. Here are two by Bashō, Japan's 17th...

After I read Les Visible's fine piece over at smokingmirrors I remembered a documentary I saw called The Valley of Life or Death and which I recommend to all. The documentary started with two researchers in Africa, one an AIDS researcher, the other an anthropologist. Both of them had a series of maps which they compared. The anthropologist had a variety of maps charting all manner of things including...

This is the real thing - true corruption. It's what will happen to all of us. And I love it.That's enough stringing along of the gag. I'm actually talking about compost. No banking, media or racial strife, just me putting all my food scraps into a pair of tubs filled with earth that I have on my father's balcony.I've always loved how food scraps in soil disappear. I actually had a better arrangement...

Home from VegasI am trying really hard to not sink back into depression but nothing seems to be working. I really expected Vegas and the trip to be something it wasn't. I mean, yeah i did have alittle bit of fun but it just seemed to be missing something. I think its because my heart is not in porn anymore, its lost all the excitement that it used to have and now its just like having a 9-5. Like when...

I don't know about you but i'm fucking over that last blog....I'm in Vegas now, shooting a film. This is my first time here and i think i will be my last, at least personally, work is another story. I'm not sure what the big deal is but, it just seems like a tourist hell in the middle of a desert. Who the fuck would wanna live in a place where your main and only attraction is one street that is flooded...

There is a fellow out there in the world and I am his bête noire. Perhaps I was naive but I never had myself pegged as one to end up so designated. But it seems it's my lot. Over at smokingmirrors my least utterances reduce him to a caps-lock apoplexy. Truthfully I do not read him. I blink to see if I'm copping it yet again and then move on. But this blink is enough for me to know that I am the antichrist's...

How thrilled we all are. Alternative internet sites are falling over themselves with glee at Australia's withdrawal of troops from Iraq, and with Prime Minister Kevin Rudd's 'criticisms' of the Iraq war. Before we get too carried away, let's look at what he said. Or more specifically let's look at the key comment that renders everything else he said completely worthless -"Have the actions of rogue...

I am beginning to become more and more frustrated with my overly gay gym.I love my gym but the more I see men flat out dancing in the mirror like they are at their own personal dance club, its INFURIATING. I sit and watch them and envision myself taking a 25 pound plate, knocking them on the floor mid dance step and bashing there brain out of there skull. I laugh to myself with the thought. Today...

I just got back from Boston today...I swear i feel like a saint. I dont know if i'm doing it for my ex boyfriends approval but i have gone out of my way to not hook up with anyone. Granted i spent most of my weekend in a paranoid cloud, floating around Boston with all the painkiller i was taking but the painkiller are not the issue between us. Its me being a "whore" as he frequently calls me. As soon...