Lacking Substance.

I'm finding it hard to find someone who gets me mentally, or even has a brain for that matter. I have no problem attracting people and being likeable but for some reason I attract the idiots. If it was a profession, I'd be the CEO. Why is it so hard for people to actually use their brains? I mean I know sometimes I'm a little complex, but it doesn't take a moron to figure out when someone is upset, ESPECIALLY if they told you that. For once I would just love it if someone were to impress me, throw a little novelty my way. Challenge my authority and surprise me with something that I don't know. I want someone who's on my level and can connect with me, even on days when I feel like no one can understand me.

I Fucking Hate Everyone.

Halloween was shitty. Didn't get to dress up and didn't even get to enjoy my favorite holiday on a nice warm saturday afternoon. Possibly broke up with my boyfriend. No, who am I kidding..we did break up. >:L Today just sucked.

Halloween Flash and Pad Thai

Today was possibly the best Day I've had in a while. I woke up feeling great and started the day with a laugh. Granted it was pouring like fucking monsoon season outside, couldn't put a damper on my mood. Got dressed (in a dress actually for the first time in a long time) and headed out to meet Vic at the shop for some ink. It was super slow so everything was chill and they had leeway bumpin' through the speakers and I felt good. Stress free. I had an awesome chat with Adam while he was working on my arm about oldschool hardcore and how kids these days dont quite appreciate it as much as they should and how I wish I was old enough and around for that matter. Ended the night with some pad thai and Godzilla v Gigan which was really Godzilla and Assdhsl-something v Mecha Gigan and Kind Gidorah but whatever, I won't tell the next fool. Haha...

Boysnightout

Suffice it to say, their music makes me feel. As opposed to so many other bands that are just there and are just sound. They make me feel better about being an alcoholic and make me open to heartache. Everything and anything is possible, for the worst. Thank you.

My True Calling

Knee Suspension

For me soon.

Septum Power!

Whoever you are, I admire you. <33

Through My Eyes

Medication: Larry Meets Kat (Phase 1)

Art is my vice.

October 21, 2009

It's been quite a while since I've had the will to type up my thoughts and I have some catching up to do I suppose. Have you ever felt like everything wasn't worth anything anymore? I feel like that a lot; More so when the cold air blows down. There's just something about this time of year that screams depression. But it's not quite a depression that I am in. It's not unhappiness, it's not misery. Nothing of the sort in any of those categories. It's as if I have everything but it just bores me. I am satisfied but it doesn't suffice-if that makes any sense. I'm not sure anymore, about life or even about myself. Too often am I off in these ridiculous dazes about things that aren't nearly close enough for me to grasp yet I'm always fighting for them. Idk. Is this normal? or am I just crazy and am running myself in circles?

Star Child

These streets and the things you know are not what they seem. Look deeply, you linger in between.

It's Brisk Out

Oh how this chilly weather brings in the warm and toasty goodness of fall. :D

Could Ellen Page Get Any More Admirable??

I think not, and if anyone would know it would be me. I adore her :) Whip it was extremely well directed..kudos Drew and I will be purchasing that on ye old DVD. mmhm :}





Be my wife, won't you?

Modified

Proud.
Art by Beautiful Tara Mcpherson.







Tattooed by my wonderful artist Derik Snell @ HOG, Brooklyn, NY





http://www.handofglorytattoo.com/pages/derik.html


Go check him out!

Brooklyn

Is quite amazing.





I wouldn't wanna live anywhere else.

Food For Thought

Back when I was in High School, I discovered this magical little place called Eleni's located in Chelsea Market (I went to school on west 18th and 8th). I was pondering what to get for lunch that day since they let us lunatics out for an hour. A bunch of my friends always went to Chelsea for lunch because they simply just had everything and I mean they should since the Food Network operates there. So as soon as I walk in, a couple hundred feet, this amazingly bright pink sign clouds my entire peripheral view.





I turned my head, glanced at it for a moment and said eh, what the hell and went in. To my surprise the whole place was filled with cleverly little decorated cookies for special occasions and sweets here and there. BUT what really caught my eye were the cupcakes. And although I LOVE cupcakes, I'm very particular with which ones I eat. So here I am taking a gander at this wide array of majestic beauty sifting out the chocolate ones and red velvet ones and ones I wouldn't think anyone in their right mind would eat because of the bajillion sprinkles that were piled on top of the heart attack and cavity infested frosting and I spotted it. The most amazingly delectable looking peanut butter and jelly cup cake.





Now, if anyone knows me, they know I would sooner kill myself brutally than ever live without peanut butter and jelly anything. I basically died and went to heaven, was reborn or went in to some sort of state of Nirvana or whatever you want to call it. Eleni's pb&j cupcakes are absolutely deliciously breathtaking and I will continue to go back again and again and again. ♥ ♥ ♥

Someone Should Put A Ban On 10 Hour Shifts

I work 5 days a week, 10 hours a day. And most days I usually stay a little later than I should just to make sure everything's in order for the next day. So on average my hours a week add up to about 60. It's killing me..and what really sucks is that with my job is one of those "take it or leave it" cases. So you either take the 10 hr shift and become a zombie slave and stand on your feet until they bleed while you stock 50lb bags of dog food and 80lb bags of cat litter and trying to juggle whiny customers who keep asking for a discount on dusty old collars that have been hanging on the rack for 12 years WHICH have already been discounted by 99.99999% and the ones who try and return a 2 X more than half eaten bag of dog food AND ON TOP OF THAT, DRAGGING AROUND MY OWN 3000 TON SHACKLES THAT HAVE "THE PET MARKET" ENGRAVED ALL OVER THEM or be a bum in the streets and let my 2 furry babies starve :)

IDK WHICH WOULD BE WORSE!

Today was rough. Thank you Father Time for speeding up this week so that it's already almost friday. 45 mins left to be exact and then I'm off for an SAT/tat touch-up/apartment hunting/IKEA swedish meatball filled weekend :D These are my 2 furry babies:

Highlights of My Day

So these are the highlights of my day:


This amazing squidlets drawn and painted by my dear french fry Victor himself. lol...They're quite transcendent in my opinion.

Victor's nifty/trendy little fruit loop colored (as phrased by NYC finest pigs, oink oink!) fixed bike WHICH! by the way got stolen today by some stupid degenerate but was later found and returned. SERIOUSLY! WHO THE FUCK WALKS AROUND WITH LOCK CLIPS AND SHIT LIKE THAT?! get a fucking life douche bag.
and of course Victor himself. He comes handy with 3 voices and you can choose! Winston Churchill, Optimus Prime or Dr. Seuss/Madhatter.7329872872874298472947 hours of laughter guaranteed, get your own today! :D
Some other things are:
-Godzilla v MechaGodzilla
-seeing my bella bonita :D I missed her so much!
-Paying my phone bill
-Apartment hunting
-SAVING SAVING SAVING!!
-Arroz con habichuelas y chuletas (which were a little dry but still edible)
-and my new comfy black jeans!

SAVE SAVE SAVE!

From here on out, that's all I can do.

Number One: Here Goes Nothing

12:23am, and I can't think about anything but wanting 2 eggs scrambled with sausage, homefries and a side of whole wheat toast(BUTTERED PLEASE).