I received a new award for PDT today. Thanks Nancy! I also handed out 2 more awards from PDT. Nothing much has been happening really. Getting ready for Halloween. I decided to post a few pictures from my Halloween party last year to inspire me. last year I was Miss Argentina from Beetlejuice. (the green girl in red pictured below) I was once again too proud that I had made my shitty costume. I still think it rocks. Halloween to me and my best friend is kind of like our X-mas. It's one of my favorite times of the entire year, plus being someone else greatly appeals to me. It's the only chance in the entire year you get to get away from yourself. I don't know about you, but I get pretty fucking tired of myself. This will be my last Halloween in WV, at least for a long while. It's kind of depressing, but I am determined to have a good time. I suppose I'll have to take Friday off work. When I mentioned this to my boss last week he quickly changed the subject. But I have the best boss in the whole world and he will let me do whatever I want...which is why he is the best boss. I finished my costume yesterday. This year I will be Hedwig (as in the angry inch) Don't feel bad if you don't have a clue who this is...no one else does either. But I love that movie! I will post some pics of my costume later. Maybe this weekend? Send me a pic of YOUR Halloween costume and I'll post it here...just cause. HEHE...that last pic on the bottom right is my mom. No, really. It is. She fucking rocks!  Happy Halloween Kids!

I know I was just here, but I feel I NEED to rant. Why do I let people get to me that I don't and will never know? I mean, who the fuck cares, right? Easier said than done my friend. As I said earlier, I had sent out some more invitations to join the new web ring. I got the rudest response back for no apparent reason. This person was verbally attacking me for complementing them on their style and asking them to join. Does that make any since? Here is what it said: 

Yeah. Thanks for the compliments, If you really were at my site "Insect GOD' Is male. Veiled Woman is a female. SO i go to your webrign, and i see softcore porn, 'Artsy" Please

At this point I am thinking about addressing the return email to 'Please', but I think the humor would be lost on goth for brains. Maybe I should end the letter Thanks?  So I say softcore porn? And then:

yeah softcore pron, Almost.A website with a pink back roungd links Underneath a woman in underwear. There was nothing artfully erotic about it, It looked trashy to me, Maybe you gave a bad link.

Am I just being a drama queen or would this piss anyone off? Besides, I think "pron" is a fish. Oh well. Maybe I should work on being more goth? Grrr. This is the reason I dislike people so much. So please kids, don't be assholes. In this day and age your likely to get stalked and snippered for less. Not to mention it's rude. I detest needless rudeness.

Running out of time...
It's almost Halloween and I haven't even got my cd jackets printed out. All these printing places keep telling me they don't want my money in so many words. The other day in Kroger's some guy came up and asked me where he could buy a cd and I have to go through the cd printing story all over again. I so thought I was going to have my cd release party in September and now it's almost November. How fucking depressing. I keep realizing how fast life is going by and it's scary. Everyone is always telling me "oh...it get so much worse with age" and I realize I have very little time left to do what i want to.

Anyway, My life has been fruitless in the last couple of weeks. I went and saw the ring. It was pretty creepy. I liked it. I'm trying not to get sick. My BF has been sick for a couple of days now. Men are such babies when their sick. I'll be moving in less than two months to go to school. I am not ready. I don't even know where we're going to live. I guess we're selling all our shit, well, most of it. 

I got a tag board this week...yay! No more tacky guest books. SO please be a doll and tell me something nice. You know I'm prone to depression and I need your light in my life.

The Miss Behavin' web ring is going ok. I added one girl and emailed a few others to join. What's with all the tribute sites? I don't get it. If you are reading this and you have a wonderful site with original art or something artistic on it, please go there and join. Apparently there are very few of you. That's all for now.

Ta'

Ok...It's been like 2 weeks since i wrote in this thing. All weekend I had my house invaded my the dreaded in laws. I guess it really wasn't that bad, but I have a video game hang over and have turned into one lazy mofo. I know I should be going to the post office and taking care of my ebay shit, but I just DON'T WANT TO! And you can't make me. All I really want to do it sit around and write some music. Last night I had the best music composing dreams. I was writing this great P.J. Harvey music...then I had sex with a banana. Well...just in my dream. I don't usually play with my food.

I went to see The Transporter last night. Gawd, was it horrible. We couldn't help from laughing at the bad acting. I think that guy had his clothes off like 5 times or something. Don't go and see that one.

Last week I got a new award for my site. Lookie! Thanks so much Danielle. Did you know that we have almost the same birthday? Sweet!

ALSO...I started a new webring called Miss Behavin'. You totally need to go there and submit, even though I am a picky bastard. I reviewed over 100 sites for entry and only sent out 4 invitations. There are all these beautiful sites with nothing on them...what's up with that? If someone can explain this one to me, I'll send you a biscuit. 

Current Mood: lazy
Current Music: the music in my head

 

Do I ever shut up?
 The answer would be....no. I don't. I just keep going.
SO...this was the week from hell. After being on vacation for a week, I hardly
had time to shit, much less wind my watch. I did make some money though so all
isn't lost I guess. I had Wednesday off work, but my mom recruited me to help
her do inspection in the building she manages. This meant I had to go to approximately
150 apartments and look for serial numbers. It's kind of odd just going into
someone's apartment and poking around. I was so hungry by the time we got to the
3rd floor that I wanted to eat everything in their fridge. (except for the lady
that hadn't been there for 3 weeks and had nasty things growing in hers...ew)
Anyway, I was sore for 3 days from that little adventure. How come is it that
just because your mother is 25 years older than you she seems to think YOU don't
get tired? I suppose it's a mother thing. Then on Friday I was recruited (yet
again) to help with a fundraiser in town. My legs hurt like hell and i was tired
from work, so i ended up doing the inventory for the auction. Thankfully that
was a sit down job. In the middle of the auction, while the band was setting up,
my friend Ashley talks me into going down the street for a chocolate martini.
This sounds good right? Oh contraire. It was pretty, but it tasted like ass. I
ordered a jack and ginger instead. Extra cherries. Then I was a half an hour
late for work the next day. Oh well. I don't suppose I should feel too bad considering
the other guy I work with hasn't been to work for 3 weeks. Must be nice. I like
it when he isn't there. (can you feel the love here? He's the kind of guy that thinks
he's awesome and he makes your skin craw) I'm betting he will return on Wednesday
because he thinks I'm not working...but I'll be there all week because we're
taking the weekend off. There's this pointless festival in town that everyone
looses their mind over. I haven't yet figured it out. I did go down town and
have a funnel cake for breakfast while watching the most un energetic parade
ever. It was sad really. They all looked as though they where on major downers.
But since they where mostly all kids...they probably weren't on drugs. So...i
guess I'll go rent Dark City tonight. I just read the book and it was kind of
interesting. I can't remember the movie very well. Maybe I'll just buy it, but I
can't remember if it's on DVD yet and that's all we buy in our house....no low
tec stuff here. That was rather boring wasn't it? I'll do better next week...

The rest of my vacation...

SO...it's the last day of my vacation. I hate this time. You really should be
still just doing whatever you want to, but you can't get over the fact that IT'S
OVER. So you spoil it for yourself worrying about all the work you'll have to do
to get caught up. Vomit. Here's a little run down of my vacation.

The short version: I went to the movies 3 times, read 3 magazines, one book,
rented a zillion DVD's, cleaned my house and my car, then broke my car, spent
$50 on something with no function, left town, got trashed and then became suicidal.
All in a week's work, eh?

The long version: I did go to the movies 3 times. We where so bored last Saturday
that we went to see XXX. You know, it wasn't as bad as I figured it would be,
but yeah, still terrible. That Van guy....ugg. How is it that he's a sex symbol?
I only refer to him as "the hotdog with a face" because to me...that's
what he looks like. The rest of the week I spent preparing to go back to my home
town where all of my friends still live. Well, most of them. I wanted my car to
look nice. I wanted to portray that image like I'm doing really well. You know,
lie. But the first night i was there and i got to my best friends house...low
and behold...my fucking door would not shut. That was Friday and its Sunday the
the stupid door still isn't shut. So Ii had to tie the door on and drive that
way. I looked like Daisy Duke trying to get in the car. (I locked the other side
and my keys where in it) So much for appearances. Friday night started out good
though. I went shopping with my other friend and spent $50 on a belt that
doesn't even hold your pant up. I guess it's just there to be decorative. I felt
i needed it. My boyfriend thought it was stupid. I didn't tell him mow much I paid
for it. Good thing he doesn't know about this online journal, hu? We went to the
Sitar, which is this awesome Indian restaurant. I had 2 glasses of wine with
dinner and I was trashed. Not a good sign for the rest of the night.  From
there we went to see a band play. I thought the singer looked familiar. Turned
out we all went to high school together. I was the last to know this though. We
where the first people in the bar, and by the time the places was packed....I
was on a little mental vacation. Gone. Obliterated.  That night I also: was
the only competitor of the booty competition which I lost, played guitar for
people on a broken ass rickety guitar that sounded like shit, was handed the
phone with my boyfriend on the other line and was asked who I was. Must of
sounded really drunk. Go figure. 

I started my next day with 3 hours of sleep. I can't sleep on my best friends
couch because her huge window over powers you with light at the crack of dawn.
So I was up at 8 AM. How nice. This is where the 3 magazines come in. For a
normal person 3 magazines wouldn't last hours,  but I'm a compulsive
reader. I even read the adds with interest.  I had a bloody mary with
lunch, look at books I couldn't afford for an hour and went to see 1 hour photo.
This was her boyfriends idea. It sounded good at the time. Where I live the
theaters are smaller than my closet, which is bad cause my closets is smaller
than any other I have ever seen. IN my home town the theaters are huge and when
you go inside it looks like a giant space ship. ANYWAY, the movie sucked (except
for the bloody eye scene) and we went home. They started drinking and I just couldn't
do it. I felt so...yuck. I just didn't want it. After they where both visibly
"altered" she breaks out this photo album of us when where where kids.
She's keep's referring to the words "used to be" and
"where". "You used to be so beautiful." "Look how cute
you where." I became my mother. She told me this would happen and I didn't
believe her. I looked at the pictures and I thought, "All that time I
thought I was fat and ugly, and I was beautiful. What the hell went wrong?"
It just supports my theory that life just gets worse. You hate the place your
in, but wait long enough and things will get so much worse that when you look
back it looks like paradise. Here's where the suicidal part comes in. Needless
to say I got some sleep that night. I used her French maid hat as a eye mask and
went to bed. The next day I tied up my car and drove home. It wouldn't' have
been so bad if it hadn't rained. I am sure my car is mildewing as we speak. Ugg.

So this was my vacation. Your probably wondering why I'm sad about it being
over because it probably sounded like hell. But work is always worse.

Current Mood: depreded
Current Music: the drill SGT in my head

first entry

I had an interesting weekend. Saturday started my first day of
vacation from work.
I had a gig at the Randolph County Arts at 2:00. I was
really nervous, as I always
am before I perform, but this time was different.
Usually I'm borderline irritable
bowel syndrome I get so bad off. The entire
week I'm supposed to perform I'm a wreck.
This time, I was fine. It was weird. I was totally detached about
it until I
stepped on stage...then It started. But you know what? It's so
much easier that way. I played a good show...and then I went out with some
friends and got totally hammered. It was inevitable. I ended up getting in a
big fight with my uncle about a friend of mine. He was going off on her
saying she was trying to steal me away from my boyfriend of 7 years. (yeah,
right) He was all like "You leave her alone!". It's funny because neither of
us are gay and
he is. Go figure. Anyhow, I ended up kicking his ass out
around 2 in the morning. Oh....but it gets better.

The next night I was a bit
hung over, but I rallied. My "lesbian" friend came over with her
husband and we drank some wine and I ended up stripping her an tying her to
the couch while dressed like a dominatrix. It was all in good fun. I think I've given up drinking for a few days. But hey, I am on vacation people. I'm sure my neighbors loved me this weekend.