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Rhiannon AKA Daryl "Boogie" Diamond

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Lurve. [08 Nov 2012|01:51pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

I missed you, Livejournal.

I'm in love.

Thought you'd want to know.

*tips hat*

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Heavy breathing from heavy weight equals heavy death..... [12 Dec 2011|01:13pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]

At the library, I found out some things and some stuff. Computers can be wonderful creatures sometimes.

My lips taste nice.

I realize more, each day, that people shouldn't drive. At least the stupid ones.

There's a cat to my left that is breathing rather heavily and playing some game. He/She sounds like an angry dragon with a congestion issue. Sounds scary. He/She should get that checked out...and stop playing games at the library.

That is all.

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My tears fall for no one but myself...... [05 Dec 2011|10:48pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Hey.

I missed you.

I know, you too.

I don't like having a vagina sometimes. It gets angry at me and I've never done anything to harm it. I give it nothing but love. But, it decides..."hey, that chick isn't giving me enough attention....time to make her pay." Oh furious snatch, why do you hate me so? Por que?

It's hurting now. It knows I speak of it. Weird.

I wish Billie Holiday didn't give into drugs. I know she wouldn't have lasted to the 2000's, but she could have created more songs to ease my mind. I mean, if she was clean, we probably wouldn't have the tunes that we listen to today. So, it's the devil that feeds. That sort of thang. *shrugs* I guess I just wish for something more when it comes to artists I love.

Last week, I was watching Looney Tunes and Bugs Bunny referrred to Eryl Flynn. I laughed and then realized that 80% of the people that surround me day to day, would not get it. I smiled at the thought.

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[20 Jun 2011|10:09pm]
[ mood | cold ]

I miss my best friend. I miss 2006.

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Don't eat the worm..... [12 Apr 2011|02:10pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

I ran last night. For a lap and a fourth because this gal is Out. Of. Shape. But, hey I ran....in intervals. BUT DAMMIT I FUCKING RAN!!! Yeah. Take that, maaaan.

I've been listening to Erykah Badu's live album incessively, it's definitely not a bad thing, but I like to keep all my music in a constant cycle. A circle of life if you will, but the kind in which Mufasa doesn't die and I don't cry over Jonathan Taylor Thomas pleading for James Earl Jones to get up. It's just that that album is heaven. Pure, neo-soul heaven. She and D'Angelo have been oozing out of my car's speakers. *closes eyes* Oh D'Angelo. How fine you are.

Hm. I seem to be running out of time on this computer. Library. Yeah. This is the only thing that can make me shut up....a time limit. *shakes head at world*

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Oh my god, are my lips really that big?.... [29 Jan 2011|09:06am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

I must own Romy and Michele's High School Reunion. It should be my fate, but yet, I own it not.

I'm currently at Morgan's abode. I had spent the night with her and Briea. Cool chick she is. She laughs at most things that I say, so therefore, she's good in my book, sista. They are both still asleep, I on the other hand, can never get my brain to shut up to do so.

I have no idea what to say, though I do have David Bowie's "Starman" stuck in my head. Nice. Good on ya, brain, good on ya.

I watched Angels in the Outfield with the Kids, two days ago. I had forgotten that I do like that movie. It's very uplifting and it was the first time I watched it in close to a decade. I have a memory of watching it at Discovery when I was a kid and how at the part, when Danny Glover tells Tony Danza that Joesph Gordon-Levitt sees an angel with him and the entire crowd/team starts waving their wings, I remember getting up and waving my "wings" too. Along with others that joined in. When that part came up, I jumped up and started to wave my arms. I yelled, "Kids! Wave your wings!" We all stood up and started flapping. The kids were standing on their chairs, smiling, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't think about childhood. Childhood is a wonderful, short-lived experience. The good things you remember are what make anyone smile. As a kid, I would get chill bumps at that part. It represented unity. They were all rooting for the pitcher, even though his pitches were lagging, they believed that he could turn it out. I still, to this day, get goosebumps and I'm not ashamed to admit that. Call me a geek if you want, but you can suck it.

I'm going to go home now, I must sleep properly.

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Plaque of the incessive dreams of him.... [02 Jun 2010|02:07pm]
[ mood | Periods suck ass ]

I have been having dreams of either confronting a manchild that scorned me a while back or him trying to get in contact with me. I have been wanting to talk to him, but he has to want it to. Stupid boys....I need a fucking MAN!

Bloated. Ew. Periods suck. I wish that Richard Pryor was a woman. He would have given periods a new light. Margaret Cho was right when she said, that she was sure that if he had a period, he would talk about it.

I miss this. Typing (Writing). I rarely do it anymore. That, in itself, is disgusting. I do have a lot to talk about now.

Well...I'm off to battle the hellians.

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It is quite delicious..... [30 Apr 2010|02:17pm]
[ mood | content ]

So, I'm on a healthier life kick, nowadays. I saw myself and finally looked at others around me for once. Half of last year, I barely remember since I was shoveling mass quantities of shitty food into my body. I realized that some people that I'm around are deterioating fast and I don't want to be like that. No. So, I slapped myself in the face and put a fire underneath my ass, and said " Do something about it, dick." And so I did. I feel a billion times better for it. But, certain people that are around me are still stuck in a comfort zone they say they want to leave, but do nothing about it. Oy vey.

Yeah, so, I'm good.

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Food is good, but very bad.... [05 Mar 2010|12:18pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]

I've gained more weight, I think. Hm. How fun.

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Aviators slide on the dashboard when there's nothing to hold it in place.... [24 Feb 2010|01:42pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

No nap again today. Which I believe to be a good thing. Napping is killing my brain.
Don't question my logic, at least I know what I'm talking about. Most people get lost when I start a converstation anyway, since I jump from one subject to another. Which I've come to believe may be heritary. Granny's like that, but I'm not that bad yet.

I've been listening to the Vespertine album all day today. I left a facebook status that mentioned that I wanted Bjork to sing the whole album to me while atop a floating pedestal, in a pool of baby turtles while crying softly in a cotton candy pillow that wouldn't stick to my face. I actually don't like cotton candy...but if I had a cotton candy pillow...I'd lay on it. Bjork...she's good for any day really...she's like the new black, she'll go with anything. Any mood...any kind of weather. She's my Rock Mama and I love her. I feel that if I met her, that I would do the same as I did when I met Margaret...cry on her tiny little shoulder. But, I feel that Bjork would pick me up and carry me into the sunset, while singing.

I am feeling Zen today...but I have the urge to play Perfect Dark and blow things up. So...what do you call that? Awesome, I guess.

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Teenage Angst has paid off well, now I'm bored and old.... [19 Feb 2010|10:29am]
[ mood | irritated ]

Why is everyone a fucking ass? It seems to progress as I age. One less friend to talk to. They waste away and dim like a candle wick at its last breath. Perhaps Hanson was right when they said only one or two will last. It's not like I didn't know it was coming, but it's just that I'm want someone to talk to. Corey's in Richmond, the phone leaves out his warmth. I'm doomed to a life of monotomy if I don't do something. I've lost my passion for things that I love and hold dear. I've become that commercial where the lady talks about having to wind herself up to get out of bed. I hate that the only person that I talk to on the phone ,everyday, is Morgan, the 14 year old "baby sister". Carey....oh Carey...I have no idea what to say about her. She's busy. There ya go. Derek always "forgets" to remember that we had planned to hang out. It's just bullshit. I need a social gathering, but it seems that I'm sitting on the stoop, not by choice. I just don't feel like me anymore. Buy me a time machine.

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Just because they call themselves friends doesn't mean they'll call.... [23 Nov 2009|12:57pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Met Amanda Fucking Palmer, once again. This time I got more up close and personal. I told her that I am straight, but I was very gay for her. Her response? "WOO!" With arms in the air. I then asked for a kiss on the cheek and I returned the favor. Amazing that woman is. I still kick myself for not saying how much her music has done for me. Physically and mentally. Corey thanked her for saving his life. They had a moment. I craved that. But, I suppose since I had a moment like that with Margaret...it will suffice. The feeling of your hero hugging you tight as you cry openly on their shoulder, is tremendous. I was quite overwhelmed to begin with. As well as with Amanda. But, I composed myself enough to not get emotional. Now I wish I did. Life's not worth holding things back, by any means. So, I should have went with it. I mean, for fuck sakes, IT'S AMANDA PALMER!!! Gosh, am I gay for that woman. Not only do I lust after her brain, but all of her as well. She's so sweet and that smile could keel over a horse for it's utter beauty. At least I didn't see Shelby. Hah! Long story. Shelby was this chick, Core, Ameenah, and I met outside of the World Inferno Friendship Society show. Brian was playing there and we were in a tizzy about talking to him and freaking out over Dresden related things. Then this small, spectacled woman comes out of the bellows of Richmond and starts talking us up about how she knows Brian and Amanda and how Brian had invited her up to his hotel room. But, she didn't fuck him. Full of shit Shelby is what you are, my dear. She was so sketch, man. Anyway, gotta dash, my time's about to expire. On the computer that is.

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Revive.... [05 Nov 2009|11:56am]
[ mood | chipper ]

I was squatting to pee on my toliet, that I just cleaned...(it was still wet from disinfectant and I didn't want it on my bum), and apparently I didn't quite squat back far enough. Because I peed in the floor, pretty much. Rather than stop my session, I just kept going and laughing. Which proves I am not only sleep deprived, I am also a loserface. But, who cares!?! Not I, said the cat.

I purposely didn't take a nap today after work. I didn't feel the need to, even though I was quite sleepy. I'm not meant to work early mornings. Not at all. It's not in my genes. Thanks Duries.

I must dash now, for I hunger. Not getting meat today though. I'm trying to cut back. I know, shocker, right? Sure as fuck shocked me, sister.

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What a time, what a gas, what a whirlwind... [05 Oct 2009|07:57pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Today was non-eventful. I smiled and secretly swooned over my boss. We did painting, after freeplay outside, with the kids. The theme was fall scene. He painted a very straight tree with gravestones at the bottom. I drew a large, elder tree with branches all over the place. Its leaves the color of fire. I put it in the dark, but made the tree glow with a humming light surrounding it. I told Jason that it was full of tree fairies. Some of my kids sat and watched me paint it. They become enamored with watching me draw, paint, scribble, doodle, and what have you. They always ask the same questions over and over. "How do you draw like that?", "Why do you draw so good?" etc. I answer the same everytime. "I just draw. I do it everyday."

I miss my darling boy. The tree I drew reminded me of him. The trees at Old City Cemetary. It made me yearn to see his face. Though I did see it yesterday, for a sliver of time. He came into town for a visit. I wish he would have stayed here. But, he has richmond to tend to.

I took a test on one of my Kids' Itouch, what color are you. I came up red. It said I live everything and feel everything passionately. Which is true, in most ways about me. Some days I feel I've lost my edge and I jolt myself back in somehow....like a vengance. I never want to be dull, ever. The thought of being dull makes me cringe.

I love Betty White. I will be inconsulable when she finally passes into the great beyond. She is eighty-seven. I hope she has vampire powers because if she died I just couldn't take it. She's like my MeeMah.

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Get up and eat that pickle that's out of reach.... [02 Oct 2009|11:12am]
[ mood | chipper ]

I did taebo today. I still feel flabby. But, that will soon change. Huzzah.

Gotta go. Gotta pee. All in yo face.

Take it.

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A man in drag is fantastic, an ugly man in drag....not as fantastic.... [26 Sep 2009|10:37pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

I will be seeing Amanda Palmer in November. Corey and I are fixing her food. To recieve love, kisses and merchandise. I love that woman. She writes what I feel, think, and see.

For the first time in my life, I'm on a good level. The baddies aren't really following me around as much and I'm happy. But, in a weird way, I kind of miss them. I feel if I don't have the two worlds rotating around me constantly, that I'm incomplete.

I want to slowdance with a man in drag. I'd most likely lead.

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Meeting the almighty Cho....... [20 Sep 2009|08:05am]
[ mood | cold ]

Haven't updated. Oh wells.

I saw Margaret Cho last night with my Darling boy and few others. I didn't believe it to be real since I'm so used to seeing her in a tiny box and making me laugh. Now here she was....directly in front of me. I had front row seats. God given, I'm sure. I just sat in complete awe and constantly had to tell myself, unlike Aladdin and Nemo, this bitch is real. I laughed a whole lot, as expected. My face hurt. I kept telling everyone that I knew I was going to cry once she crossed the stage. I just figured it'd be then. But, I didn't....at that point. Cut to us standing outside, waiting for The Margaret. She finally came out of these doors and there was already a small number of people. We all slowly crowded around her, as to not scare the queen. My heart started beating so fast and I automatically became little kid superfan. I started thinking of what I was going to say. How she helped me in more ways that she could imagine. How she made me laugh when I didn't think I could. She knocked me out of some bad times I had going on throughout my life. Of course, when I finally got up to see her....all of that flew straight out the fucking window. As soon as I hugged her, I felt the lump in my throat coming up. Desperately trying to hold it back, I just remember saying nothing really relevant. Because I knew if I spoke the tears would come crashing down. Then I looked at her face while pictures started to be taken. The water started to flow. I then rested my 5'10 self and my 5'10 head on her shoulder and cried. She held me tight and that just made it worse. I lifted my head finally and said to her " I never cry. But, it's just, you've helped me out so much. And I love you." By the way, all of that was said shaky, so add the effect if you will. She hugged me again. She couldn't speak though because of her saving her voice and whatnot....it was kind of like Disneyland mascots how you can say all you want to them, but they cannot return the favor. I really wanted to tell her that even though I was probably the only straight girl there, that she made me feel right at home. But, I was so damn emotional that I had forgotten. But, she signed my shirt and I got a picture with her. She signed my shirt. "Rhiannon, you ARE BEAUTIFUL. Margaret Cho" It made me tear up again. I probably freaked everyone out because I never show this side of me. Few have seen it, and I wish it were different, but eh....I'm human. Anyways, I loved it and end of story. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

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Oh life.... [28 May 2009|02:13pm]
Everybody sucks.


End of rant.
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Everything fades..... [20 May 2009|02:11pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

Everyone seems to be dying now. It's quite depressing. My bestie's ex died in a car crash and my boy's cousin's mom just passed away. It's just that I hear about someone I know (in real life and spotlight) and they just go up and die. I realize that that is a way of life. It ends at some point. I learned that when I was a wee lass. That is nothing new. But, when people I know and liked, loved, or tolerated, die, I'm a little taken aback. Especially for the fact of that they went to soon. Like the mother or the ex-boyfriend. They won't get to sit outside and enjoy the air brushing their hair back from their face. They won't see a sunset. I mean, yeah, they'll be "around", but it won't be breathing beside you. It's just things like this re-reminds you that life is so fragile and can end so quickly. Tell people how you feel before you're sitting there wishing you did.

I need to tell my Ma that I love her. I can't remember the last time I hugged her.

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I hate pretty girls..... [28 Apr 2009|12:33pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

I feel icky and gross. Oh yeah, and bloated. Oh the joys of womanhood.

I'm spent. Give me a new body. Healthy and spry. No thin bitch body. I enjoy my thickness, thank you.

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