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| Saturday, June 28th, 2025 | | 8:13 am |
for gates_mods Seether is neither loose nor tight. Seether is neither black nor white. I tried to keep her on a short leash, I tried to calm her down. I tried to ram her into the ground, yeah. ( Can't fight the seether. ) | | Friday, June 27th, 2025 | | 12:03 pm |
| | Monday, March 19th, 2012 | | 2:50 am |
in which I am pretty magnificent all things considered. Things I Cannot Do One-Handed But Whatever, I Bet You Can't Either
- waitress (no big-- not like it was ever my true calling anyways but does anyone know of any job openings?)
- wear an engagement ring in its proper place.
- braid someone's hair.
- clap.
Things I Can Almost Do One-Handed And You Bet Your Cute Little Behind I Will Master Soon Enough- ritual magic (that said, Old Fart Occultists-- is it possible to switch magical majors if you're still young and already sort of new to the gig and if so, can any of you lot recommend a new one for me-- particularly the sort of magic that can be done more quickly when your world's gone to shit?)
- make my bed properly.
Things I Can Totally Do One-Handed Like The Proper Badass I Am- shower on my own (rinsing hair takes a bit longer is all.)
- cook (not that I'm a master chef by any stretch of the imagination but I can still handle all the basic meals I could before).
- basic cleaning.
(and some not-so-basic-blood-off-the-walls type cleaning)
- kick someone's ass for talking shit about--
- masturbate.
- rock out on air guitar.
- drink an unhealthy amount of shots (alcohol and/or espresso).
- make most rude/obscene gestures at people (not all, of course, but whatever).
- write in this journal.
And finally, I'm taking a vote on the thought of replacing my missing hand with a hook: yea or nay? Feel free to discuss your reasoning why. Points will be given for creativity and general cleverness. But keep in mind, this is my journal where everything's made up and the points don't matter. | | Monday, September 12th, 2011 | | 4:14 am |
in which I am ancient and decrepit. (BACKDATED to September 9th.) I have officially left the ranks of teenagerdom and I'm still feeling it a bit. Yes, you read right: Nives Gagliardi is now an agéd woman of twenty. I am in my twenties. God, is that ever going to feel less weird to say? I think it actually hurts to think about it. Though that may be the continued hangover. Or the sugar come down. Or some dreadfully brutal combination thereof.
Ophelia, how do you manage it being so thoroughly ancient yet filled with youthful vigor and vim? And do you by any chance remember where I left my shoes the other night? As a mature older woman I suppose I'll just have to accept that the case of the missing knickers will go unsolved forever. | | Wednesday, July 6th, 2011 | | 8:17 am |
in which I am a working girl once more. You heard right, folks: I am once again gainfully employed! Some sad little diner is so understaffed they don't seem to care overly much about a spotty work history like mine. As always, I'll be organizing the pool as to how long this will last. (Won't be betting, myself, of course-- that'd be unethical.) So please feel free to set your wagers and guesses here. | | Friday, September 25th, 1987 | | 3:39 am |
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