Megan Williams: Cheers are supposed to be simple, make people feel good. Graham Eaton: Cheers make girls do stupid cartwheels. Orgasms make people feel good.

We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

I baked a pie full of rat poision. I though I could eat it, you know, without being suspicious. My nana, who is 86... [starts to break down] she really likes sweets. She had three pieces.

What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.

Lo, plain Lo in the morning, standing four-feet-ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks... Dolly at school... Dolores on the dotted line. In my arms, she was always Lolita. Light of my life. Fire of my loins. My sin. My soul. Lo-lee-ta.

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago -- but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither -- I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

A normal man, given a group photograph of school girls and asked to point out the loveliest one, will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them.

the Libson letter


In this dark, there will be light

will you help us?

Tim Winer

The feeling, was akin to unearthing the anklet of some poor smothered girl in Pompeii
She had just put it on, and was dandling it before the window, admiring how the jewels glittered,
when they suddenlylit up red with the volcano's eruption.

Virgin Suicide
What was that she cried?
No use in stayin'
On this Holicaust ride
She gave me her cherry
She's my virgin suicide

You're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shy
at times but friendly, and you are never weak
and always independent. You are incredibly
intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have a
talent for many things (sports, music, art).
You have a kind and warm personality and enjoy
the simple things. Like hanging out with
friends and watching movies at home. But you're
sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit of an
outcast and a mystery to people. No matter how
pretty you are or smart or athletic, you just
can't seem to break into the crowd and be
noticed. Don't worry, try to be more outgoing
and speak out when you have more to say. Don't
hide behind your books and sports and computer,
get out there and get noticed. You also have
deep desires in life and feel vunerable and
alone at times. Don't feel sad either, What
helps me to express feelings and dreams that I
can't say to people, is through my writting.
Maybe you should try.

You're a sexy girl! You are beautiful, and you
love attention from guys, and are very
flirtatous. You might come off as a slut and
bitch to some but I think you have another side
to you that is pleaing for attention, love, and
care. You might be confident on the outside but
don't be afraid to unleash a more sensitive
side. Be better than just the average sex
symbol.

What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)
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You're a sporty tom boy. That's not a bad thing.
You're friendly, competitive, athletic, and you
love to have fun. You attract a lot of guy
friends and make many girls jealous. Don't pay
attention to them. A lot of boys might think
you are aggressive and might be intimidated.
Don't worry, show them the other side of you
that makes people so attracted to your fun
personality. You also are a profectionist. You
have to be good at everything. But please don't
stress yourself out. You're just fine the way
you are.

What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)
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Hot Hot heat!

http://hothotheat.buzznet.com/user/?id=1454309
see them!

Why Charlie's better than Harry for kids (USA TODAY)

Harry Potter' Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince sold 6.9 million books in the first 24 hours. Even with discounts up to 50% off the $29.99 cover price, the take was over $100 million.
•Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was seen by over 9 million kids and grown-ups. With a national average movie ticket price of $6.21, the weekend take was $56.2 million.
Four of Rachel's and my six children are ages 7-14. Some of their reactions and mine to the two attractions:

Karina, 8: "Wow, he (Charlie) won the whole chocolate factory because he was the best kid with the nicest family. I wish we still had grandparents who could live in our house like his did."

Alexis, 14, was more interested in chocolate factory owner Willy Wonka, played by Johnny Depp, whom she adores "even though he looks a little like Michael Jackson."

The weekend highlight for Alexis was the midnight bash Friday at the local bookstore. That was one of over 5,000 such Harry Potter parties in all 50 states.

But this week I've noticed few pages turned in her Potter book. That's fine with me. I've read all 652 pages of my copy. Conclusion: This book is not really for kids. Too much grown-up sex, sin and death replace the youthful charm and intrigue of the earlier Potters.

So, if your children want to see Charlie twice rather than read Harry once, take them. Buy them an extra chocolate for their good taste.

little black book

late nights, heartaches
too mny tears, lots of fears
here today and gone tomarrow
what can i say, too much sorrow.
out all night, always a fight
hours long chats, the truth from matt.

burger wuss

i love it!
It looked to be a love story for the ages. They first met as she was handing over his order of a Big O sandwich, six-piece nuggets, small fries, and a medium chocolate shake. He had exact change. They spent a magical night together with a gang of young rebels, traipsing through town on a mission to correct grammatical errors in street signs and graffiti ("Drive Slowly"). But just when it seemed things couldn't be better, tragedy struck. Anthony caught his beloved Diana making out at a party with another guy. And what's worse, he was a high school graduate from the neighboring town, hailing only by his last name: Turner. Now Anthony must devise a vengeful plan by which he can humiliate his humiliator and win back his girl.


M.T. Anderson, author of the darkly comic suburban vampire tale Thirsty, here turns his attention to the of-this-world horrors of high school romance and minimum-wage drudgery. The result is a hugely funny, fast-paced romp through teen angst. Passages describing the O'Dermott's experience (the fast-food joint where Turner works and where Anthony gets a job as part of his evil plot) are spill-your-soda hilarious--obviously the words of someone who has lived the nightmare. Anthony laments, "It was hard not to feel ugly. Crusty. Doped. My fingernails were black. My shirt was stiff. My hair hung flat. My skin was shellacked with ambient lard." Not to mention the fact that he works side-by-side with his nemesis, his two best friends have fallen in subverbal saccharine love with each other, and his only hope is teaming up with Shunt, the vegan, anarchist grill cook. As Anderson clearly understands and as Anthony notes (while mustering the courage to kiss his archenemy's girlfriend), "There is a certain ferocity you need, to be a teenager in America." Indeed!

heres a little about me!

-M-
You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you; there are no holds barred. You are all consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of sexual energy is inexhaustible. You are very social and sensual; you enjoy flirting and also enjoy mothering your mate.