I'll listen to your side of the story when you stop being such a whore.

Don't think my crazy ass shit hasn't been in the 503 an infinite amount of times.

Just keep walking, Asshole.

Seriously, You have been plaguing us with your useless white carbs for FAR too long, Mother Fucker.
Were not all chumps that can be fooled by the likes of you.

Feel the sting, Bread. Feel the sting.

Amen

Maybe the wisdom of a fool CAN set you free...
What the fuck do we know anyway?

Found on the side of the road downtown.

Like I needed another reason

Every time I deny myself those awesome pair of shoes,
Each time I have to smell the drunkard grossness of the can recycling area,
and for all the daunting deposits into my Japan fund under $2...

I know my Japan will make it worth it for me.

Tickets to the gunshow

I started with this.
Turned it into that.

Pros and Cons

In the pro category we have:
Supplying everyone within a 5 mile radius with veggies.
Celebrating Bryan going on tour.
Some really, really good music.
Running into Michelle, Mark, and a few other friends.
Meeting James and comparing robot tattoos.
Getting my money back from the site meter company after I signed up out of curiosity for a one week free trial, removed it after deeming it pointless, and they charged me.
Watching really good dancers.
Eating my weight in fry bread.
Delicious chai
Going to the tattoo parlor.
Chicken fried steak.
Loud blockbuster movie.

Cons:
I don't feel so great.

Out and About

I am taking my hot date tonight to Berbati's. Bryan is playing with Subarachnoid Space. Last time it was pretty fun and extremely loud. I am looking forward to it. 5 bands for $7 is a cheap date. Hot but, cheap.

This is just a tribute

Sally Rand tribute fans are now complete. Pretty, pretty, pretty. I adore them.
They make me feel like a snow princess when I dance around my room and then, when I emerge from my own little femme fatal world, they have made me feel so womanly I kinda want to cook a man a delicious meal.
Here I was just days ago, lamenting being a female...
my beautiful fans have gone and changed that.
They make me love being a girl.

You can click my photo and see some pretty blurry pictures of them all out. I'll try for some more when I get a chance later.
Halloween is breathing down my neck...

It's On.

There's no love in your violence

Tonight for you, I will reenact an awesomely bad scene from Ichi The Killer:

#1: "Whoa hey, would you look at that... Now were both here in this alley, I hate you, and I am feeling a little bit raw.

#2: "I'm a total fucking dick and hate you for no obvious reason."

#1: "You hurt me and for that I will punch through your face."

#2: "I double dog dare you. I don't give a fuck. I am used to hate."

#2: "ouch, I can't believe you just punch through my face."

#1" "I can't believe you bit off most of my hand."

End scene.

Those are not the actual words since the movie is translated from Japanese but, That's pretty much it in a nutshell.
It's also an appropriate metaphor for my day.

Dear Hiroshima,

Sweet sweet, the memories you gave to me...

When I was a kid, my Grandma used to make us ice cream cones in cake cones that had popular children's names on them. I think they may have been made by Joy brand in the 70's/early 80's but, I can't locate any information on them.
Sweet Jesus how I wanted to find one with my name on it. You know I did.
I don't even like stupid cake cones but, I ate them anyway because after finding out they have names on them, kids got to have THEIR name obviously.
Samantha or Dean are going to taste like shit.
Finally one summer day, there it was. My Name. They made it just for me.
I was special.
That was the best Jessica ice cream cone EVER.
It tasted like victory.

Because were friends

Your probably going to want to stay clear of having the wasabi & soy sauce almonds with chocolate milk for any kind of midnight snacking.

Nope. You don't want it. Nobody does.

Fan Faring

The last part before pictures will be to tie the clear thread that hold each stave into it's proper place. That has been no fun at all because clear thread in feathers is difficult to work with. I have done it now around 4 times. It knots up and shit and I am too sleepy today. Instead, I moved to working on Halloween...

Oh, alright...

I will also admit that I used the term, "vintage space suit emergency" twice today. Though I understand that this DOES NOT constitute a real emergency, sometimes shit feels that way when your knee deep into a project.
You know that shit is true. I am not the only one. Don't pretend your a Zen master with everything.
I also admit to getting into a small-ish amount of trouble at the casino for "cheating". I call counting cards "normal" and/or "smart" and consider it part of the game. If you do not wish for me to count something, please do not put fucking numbers on it. Long story short: Grandma comes from Kentucky to celebrate her 77th birthday, I count cards, they ask me to not play Blackjack again, I become a total bitch until they give my Granny a clock. The end.

I feel better now that my retardation's are all out there and can focus on Tekkon Kinkreet.
You get the gift of three binging and purging posts in a row.
Lucky.

Sigh...

Going to the tattoo parlor without getting a tattoo myself makes me twitch despite the fact that I am super glad that others get to beautify themselves. It is silly of me but, I was sad that my robot wasn't good enough to make the portfolio book. I also got very, very sad to see other robots in the book. It made me cry after I have been on such a hot streak and now it is making me revert back to hiding in my room. Apparently I am a masochist because I should have known better than to even look but, I wasn't thinking and then it was there in my face... BAM!
Before I knew what hit me, I am down the rabbit hole.
My guess is that it is a classic case of pre-menstrual stupidity.
I hate being a girl sometimes.