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Two weeks ago I would have perfectly associated with the song of the same name. After a few days of pure confusion, I realized what it was: challenge. So much for being able to associate myself with that song. There was no major pressing challenge in my life. With school done with, I had nothing sitting in the back of my mind putting on just that tiny bit of pressure that usually keeps me going.

So then along came the stress associated with the death of my grandmother. Given the context, it's wrong to say this, but it was an adrenaline rush having to think and live at a hundred miles an hour. There's the challenge, and so my balance was restored.

Life's even better now with a little success with the opposite sex. I lived a little adventurously for a while, so that need's been fulfilled. Yet where I thought the gap was filled, I've come to realize it isn't. Maybe I'm waiting for more than a little success with the opposite sex. Maybe something more along the lines of a typical happy relationship. That's my best guess.

If I look at myself from the outside, I'm happy as hell to look around and realize where I am. I just feel unsettled, like it's impossible to be comfortable. I haven't been mellowed for a very long period of time since summer began. I finally realized that living life without enough sleep and trip-hop music was meditation for me. It kept me sane, it keps my brain firing on all its pistons, and that's why I'm starting to really look forward to school. Yes, even the work part of it.

Once again, it looks like all the answers to my questions are hidden somewhere in Austin.

Almost forgot to mention, I'm back home and life is back to normal. And my job is over once and for all, so I'm off for a week.

OK, this Internet Connection catastrophe has gone on long enough. Here I am to show what the site really needs: fucked up cybersex.

bloodninja : Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja : Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja : Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja : Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja : I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
bloodninja : I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja : I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja : Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja : I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of shit.
bloodninja : Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja : King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja : You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja : Baby?

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bloodninja : Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja : A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja : I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja : Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja : Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja : It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja : I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja : Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
bloodninja : Goddam am I hard now.

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BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?
eminemBNJA : Aight, yeah I'm ready.
BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.
eminemBNJA : huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
eminemBNJA : Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the f*ck, I told you not to message me again.

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bloodninja: Wanna cyber?
Katie_007: Sure, you into vegetables?
bloodninja: What like gardening an shit?
Katie_007: Yeah, something like that.
bloodninja: Nothing turns me on more, check this out:
bloodninja: You bend over to harvest your radishes.
(pause)
Katie_007: is that it?
bloodninja: You water your tomato patch.
bloodninja: Are you ready for my fresh produce?
Katie_007: I was thinking of like, sexual acts INVOLVING vegetables... Can you make it a little more sexy for me?
(pause)
bloodninja: I touch you on your lettuce, you massage my spinach... sexily.
bloodninja: I ride your buttocks like they were amber waves of grains.
Katie_007: Grain doesn't really turn me on... I was thinking more along the lines of carrots and zucchinis.
bloodninja: my zucchinis carresses your carrots.
bloodninja: Damn baby you're right, this shit is HOTT.
Katie_007: ...
bloodninja: My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower of love.
Katie_007: What the f*ck is this madlibs? I'm outta here.
bloodninja: Yeah, well I already unleashed my cauliflower, all over your olives, and up in your eyes. Now you can't see. Bitch.
Katie_007: whatever.

This photo from a Turkish newspaper won a local "photo of the year" award:

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