Thu, 28 July 2005 Here's my first non-phone post: me reading aloud a story I wrote a few years ago. I wrote it as a sort of assignment to myself when I felt conflicted about posing as a dead girl.
The first snippet of music is "This Incarnation is Recalcitrant" by The Sea Org. The other music clips are segments from "Lonely Satellites" by Alchemical 9. Comments[43] |
Thu, 28 July 2005 I made these phoneposts when I discovered a nudie website, Body In Mind, whose webmaster claims it is not porn, but a representation of the kind of feminine superbeauty that could save the world. You can read more of my initial rant here.
Before I forget, you can also subscribe to my feed over here at My Odeo Channel. (odeo/f66422c405ec6c37) Comments[0] |
Wed, 27 July 2005 I made these phone posts back in the day when I had a gym membership . . . and was completely unaware I'd succumbed to the dread condition known as lactose intolerance. I was also disinclined to pronounce "pilates" correctly, so forgive me for the hillbilly speak.
If any of you listeners are aroused by farting, do check out my friend Sexy Miss Lizz (aka "The Queen of Farts"). Comments[1] |
Thu, 14 July 2005 The dumber she is, the hotter I get. Note: this phone post is from September 20th, 2003. Comments[2] |
Thu, 14 July 2005 What do you do when you're anal retentive and have adult ADD? Comments[0] |
Thu, 14 July 2005 I know I'm not the only one with this fetish (see Found Magazine). Comments[0] |
Thu, 14 July 2005 A brief (and inarticulate) phone post in which I describe I young man who paid me by the minute to do things on my webcam that I just can't do.
It sounds like bacon is frying in the background, but that's just my lo-fi phone post technology. Comments[1] |
Wed, 13 July 2005 Have I been corrupted by porn? Note: this phone post was made June 7th, 2003. Comments[0] |


Here's my first non-phone post: me reading aloud a story I wrote a few years ago. I wrote it as a sort of assignment to myself when I felt conflicted about posing as a dead girl.
I made these phone posts back in the day when I had a gym membership . . . and was completely unaware I'd succumbed to the dread condition known as lactose intolerance. I was also disinclined to pronounce "pilates" correctly, so forgive me for the hillbilly speak.