One year I was a jogger.

Sexy cat, sexy witch, sexy cop, sexy nurse, sexy nun, sexy super hero, sexy movie character, sexy nerd, sexy cowgirl, sexy indian, sexy storybook character, sexy pirate, sexy sailor, sexy bumble bee....
When was a bumble bee sexy?
I for one have never seen a bumble bee pornography.


Working at the Hot Topic gives me free range of whatever sexy costume I want at a lovely discounted price. I went for the can can dancer. It covers my butt. I like the color green. I love feathers. And long gloves are a good idea when it's cold.
After last nights wedding I'm feeling all prettied out.
Therefore, I may resort to the plan B costume. A BLACKHOLE. I'll wear all black. Paint my face black. Glue a couple solar systems and stars and space ships to my belly and suck down drinks with my magnetic pull.

"That sounds like something all those science nerds in high school would do."

[FOR THE RECORD - I was in the chemistry club in high school. Chemical experiments and pizza, how could you go wrong?]


Yeah, so what, maybe the science nerds would so that. I like black holes though. And I like being warm. I also enjoy magnets and consumption.
If all else fails, I'll go with my new discovered talent;





Looking like an Olsen twin on drugs.
Don't worry, this was not my wedding attire.

DEVILS NIGHT = WEDDING NIGHT.

Girls with pretty hair.
I'll never understand it.


Perhaps years of bleach, pink, blue, darkness, and more bleach got the best of me.
But MAN if I could have pretty hair.. Or, styled hair? I'd be pretty impressed with myself.



It's been decided; I will never ever be 100% put together. Guess that's just part of my charm. This goes to you, pretty haired girls. You will always have one up on me. But I will always have the daintiest pinky fingers and largest hand veins.
Doll parts.



I have so much to say.
I'll leave it at - Congratulations Melissa and Rob. Nice night for a red/black wedding..

Building blocks.

[ Foo Fighters - Best of You ]

Visual verbal synergy.
I never learned the definition until I was scared into knowing it for life.

Hands down, best music video ever. It gives me chills every time. Not just because it's Dave Grohl and his teeth. This is my life in musical form. Every lyric is perfect. Every. Image. Is. Beautiful. And 100% relatable. And he doesn't even have to open his eyes.





Visual verbal synergy.

Happiness is..

My Gramma/Grandpa had this book at their house called "Happiness Is.." It was full of little illustrations of blob like critters and pages of happiness inducing fill in the blanks.
"Happiness is a hug. Happiness is home. Happiness is milk and cookies. Happiness is a sunny day."
I'd like to ask a group of 8 year olds what happiness is now.
"Happiness is a Wii and iPods"
No shame. It's 2008. Technology took over milk and cookies a long time ago.

BUT WHAT DOEST IT FEEL LIKE?


I'll try to pay attention next time I'm really really happy.
Emotions. It's a lot to wrap your brain around. I put this right up there with black holes and feral children.

James St. James

"There are times when the drugs are flowing and the emotions are running high, the lights and music can make you dizzy - and the world slips out of control. It's like a car accident that happens too quickly... you can't stop it, you can't think about it, you just have to lean back, and watch as everything changes forever

You've lost control, you say to yourself, as the wheel of the world slips away from your hands-- "It's happening too fast" - and all you can do is wait for the ride to end, the car to crash, the world to stop

It's like chasing after time, chasing after the things that have already happened, because the drugs made you too slow. You're thick and awkward, but if you can just catch up, then maybe you can grab it, maybe you can grab at time and stop it -
But no.
It's already happened.
You have no choice.
Play it out.

... that's how Michael described to me the moments leading up to the murder. That's the way he described killing Angel."




[ James St. James & Michael Alig ]






With an introduction like that, I'm not sure why I have never fully grasped an interest in, nor heard word of Disco Bloodbath. True, I'm not the type of person who scouts bookstores, libraries, or underneath friends beds to find a good read. In fact, the last book I read was never even finished. But I appreciate the stories. And I appreciate knowing what a good book entails. Ideally I would have someone sit down with me and TELL me the story, let me ask questions, and hand me the book so that I can read the sections that matter most.

I'm not lazy. I'm not dumb. I'm not illiterate. Staring at tiny lines of words on pages upon pages really messes with me. Eventually it all looks like Chinese and I get really irritated. Dumb book. Why can't you have tiny squares of information so that I can read you like a magazine?

Anyway, I was introduced to the name James St. James through le television and needed to know more about this creature called a human. Research lead me to that introduction. Further research (not much further cause WIKIPEDIA rules everything), lead me to this;




James St. James (born James Clark, August 1, 1966) is a former Club Kid of the Manhattan club scene in the late 1980s/early 1990s and the author of Disco Bloodbath (now published under the title Party Monster). He was notorious for a lifestyle of excess that included heavy drug use, partying, and bizarre costumes.


Personally, I prefer Disco Bloodbath over Party Animal. Continue;



Club Kid Scene

James became a mentor of sorts to Michael Alig (hold onto that name), although at first he and the other Club Kids shunned the newcomer.[4] Undeterred, Alig soon created his own scene by gathering up other creative rejects of the nightlife world, copying St. James' flamboyant style with self-promotion and innovative, themed parties. Alig eventually grew on St. James, and St. James morphed from celebutante to Club Kid while helping Alig create the new scene. Alig and St. James threw many parties together, eventually setting up the Disco 2000 club night at the New York club The Limelight. St. James wrote several columns, most famously for the short lived New York City-based gay publication OutWeek during the magazine's two year life span from 1989-1991.


Come to think about it, I'm pretty sure I have heard word of Disco Bloodbath. This sounds like something an old manager of mine would have told me about.. CONTINUE (it's getting good);



Disco Bloodbath
As Alig got more into drugs, his life spiraled further and further down until he infamously murdered his drug dealer roommate, Andre "Angel" Melendez. St. James' debut novel, Disco Bloodbath, documents the infamous rise to fame of Alig and the murder. To avoid having to testify against Alig or club owner Peter Gatien, St. James fled to Los Angeles, where he presently lives. A documentary and feature film both used the book as their basis.




Nice. Way to go.
Killed your drug dealer, but how?




I'll put it in my own words.

Two killers. One victim. Andre "Angel" Melendez was arguing with Michael Alig about some drug money. Soon after put him into a position, shaking him, banging him off the wall saying "You better get my money or I'll break your neck..." Enter Robert "Freeze" Riggs.
Robert picks up a hammer and hits Angel over the head three times. Michael grabs a pillow in an effort to smother him. Robert Freeze leaves the room only to return to find Michael pouring some chemical down Andre Angels throat from a broken syringe.


"After a few days, the body began to smell. Alig injected himself with heroin, cut the legs off the corpse, and stuffed him in a box and afterward threw the corpse into the Hudson River."




Make sure he's really REALLY dead.
I browsed a few pages on Amazon.com, that's what it's good for. The moral of the story is two-fold.

A) Don't do drugs. And if you do drugs, don't murder your dealer/roommate, don't shoot up heroin, and don't do Special K if you hate syrup.

B) Read Disco Bloodbath if you like flamboyantly gay men in drag who do drugs and murder. (Unless you've already read it - then I'm proud of you.) I plan on picking this up. It's easy reading. And it's surprisingly FUNNY. I laughed a few times at the pages I was allowed to read. It's perfect. No fancy fluff of pretty poetry. This is a story told the way the speaker speaks. Speak well, write well, engage well.


If you want, I'll tell you about it and you can ask me questions and I'll hand you the book so you can read the sections that matter most.

Oh you bad girl..

We learned in school that any commercial involving monkeys was a sure fire success.
Seems to me, the new standard should be babies with man voices. Hell yeah I'd go to Etrade.com. Make him puke in the commercial again and I'll go TWICE.





I MIGHT EVEN GO THREE TIMES JUST FOR THIS.






I have tears in my eyes. Obviously not the hardest person to entertain.
Laughter makes people feel safe.
Etrade.com, congratulations. Times are tough and I would still invest my dollars through you. That is, what dollars I have left.

Alphabetically speaking:

A - I got staight A's my first year of college. Including my math class. I'm not sure I ever got an A in math until I was in college. Go figure.

I'm making apple chips today.

2 cups unsweetened apple juice
1 cinnamon stick
2 Red Delicious apples ( my least favorite - because they're mushy. This isn't an issue here )


Supposedly I just need to boil the juice and the stick. Slice the apples really thin. Put them in the boiling juice with stick until they're translucent. Take em out. Pat em dry. Put em on a wire rack in the oven at... Some hundreds of degrees for 30-40 minutes and TA-DA, apple chips.



Whether or not the TA-DA end product will be any good is still a mystery.
My kitchen skills are pretty lacking. Mostly because my dish cleaning skills are non existent.
But I've got my grocery list and a mad urge to not put myself in any social situations. It's you and me, apples.

New to me,

old to everyone else, I'm sure.


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Okay enough. www.failblog.org
Amaazing entertainment for hours.



[ Introduction to failblog credit goes to Ian. Gracias. ]

No really, I don't think I heard you.

Just close your eyes. You won't believe the sounds coming out of his mouth if you see him.
And that's one hell of a sound.


Pink Roses says it all. I have no good video footage of that jazz. Find on your own.

I don't think I heard you.

Chino Moreno.

Play.

I'm always going somewhere in my dreams.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep if I'm always going somewhere?






If my life had an infinite playlist right now it would be strictly Deftones. On repeat.
Fill in the blanks with black sharpie.
Oh how goth. I think maybe I went a little overkill on Damien Rice. I'm feeling a little high school nostalgia. I need an art class.

Maybe I'll join the Rock Paper Scissors competition in Vegas and pull out the almighty "bazooka." Or even better "Hand of GOD."



"And the crowd goes wild."

H E X A G R A M

Pa. man chews through belly-busting, 15-lb. burger

CLEARFIELD, Pa. – It took Brad Sciullo 4 hours and 39 minutes to finish a marathon. A meat marathon, that is. The 5-foot-11, 180-pound western Pennsylvania chef is the first person to eat a monstrosity called the Beer Barrel Belly Bruiser: a 15-pound burger with toppings and a bun that brought the total weight to 20.2 pounds.

The mountain of beef is the product of Denny's Beer Barrel Pub, about 100 miles northeast of Pittsburgh in Clearfield.
Sciullo, 21, of Uniontown, said he was surprised he finished the sandwich Monday. "About three hours into it, things got tough," he said.

When asked what possessed him to eat a burger that big, Sciullo said: "I wanted to see if I could."
The burger included a bun, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, onions, mild banana peppers and a cup each of mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard and relish, pub owner Dennis Liegey said.
For completing the challenge in the under-five-hour time limit, Sciullo won $400, three T-shirts (Hell, I'd do it for THREE FREE TSHIRTS too!!), a certificate (!!!) "and a burger hangover, as I call it," Liegey said. (Yup.)





FIFTEEN POUNDS OF MEAT.
Fifteen pounds.
Of meat.
I'm not even sure I eat 15 pounds of meat in a month.

Western Pennsylvanians git'r'done n'at.

Gross.

Is that alright

Damien Rice "9 Crimes."


I'm hooked. He gives me chills. I've spent how long trying to ignore the fact that I'm in love with the sapster, but I just can't fake it anymore. "The Blower's Daughter" is another favorite.


Damien Rice, you can sing to me whenever you want. You've found a soft spot in me and I can no longer deny you.
You make me feel like I had my heart broken yesterday, but yes, to answer your question, that is alright.

This is for Ashley.

Narwhals.
Obviously did not become extinct with the dinosaurs. Unless the dinosaurs had cameras to document this.





It is a creature rarely found south of latitude 70°N. (Please allow me to get out my compass.)

The narwhal was one of the many species originally described by Linnaeus in his Systema Naturae.[3] This is based on the Old Norse word nár, meaning "corpse", in reference to the animal's pigmentation. In some parts of the world, the Narwhal is colloquially referred to as the Moon Whale or the Polar Whale. In Inuit language the narwhal is named qilalugaq.[4] ( more on Narwhals .. The unicorn of the ocean. )

Qilalugaq is one of those words I don't think I'll ever be able to pronounce properly.
Along with;

Swavorkian ( Sure, it looks easy. Try saying it WITHOUT reading it. Maybe I'm dumb, as in tongue tied. )

Sauvignon Blanc ( I've got the BLANC down pat. Don't worry. )

Sarcoptic Mange ( ScarpocticMangey, ScoreopticMenge... You name it. )

.... Seems to me it's those tricky "S" words that always cause a problem when it comes to my mouth and brain working together.



I can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious though. Without looking it up.
AND, I can pronounce NUCLEAR like none other, SARAH PALIN. Eat it.

The good half.

My Personality

Neuroticism	45
Extraversion	43
Openness to Experience	43
Agreeableness	35
Conscientiousness	3

You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life. You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. You prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. You regard intellectual exercises as a waste of your time. You are mostly a compassionate person, however you prefer to make objective judgments when possible, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You are not an overly cautious person. You will think about alternatives and consequences but make up your mind fairly quickly.

Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report. ugg boots

"You prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. You regard intellectual exercises as a waste of your time."
Well that's a bit overboard.
I love ideas. This was an idea. It's my plan to put something out there before I explode.
Now define "Intellectual exercises." If we're talking math sheets and flash cards of U.S. History it's spot on.


NOW, please define Neuroticism. That always had a bad connotation in my mind. (This nice little explanation came in my email.)

Neuroticism
Overall Score 45
Anxiety 40
Anger 27
Depression 52
Self-Consciousness 22
Immoderation 81
Vulnerability 63

(Note: A score of 45 lands between anxiety and depression. I've far surpassed anger and self-consciousness)

You are generally calm, although some situations can make you feel anxious or tense. You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry. Mostly your emotions are on an even keel and you do not get depressed easily. You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you. You feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. High levels of stress can lead to you feeling panic or confusion, but usually you cope with day to day pressures.


Wikipedia:
Neuroticism is a fundamental personality trait in the study of psychology. It can be defined as an enduring tendency to experience negative emotional states. Individuals who score high on neuroticism are more likely than the average to experience such feelings as anxiety, anger, guilt, and clinical depression.[1] They respond more poorly to environmental stress, and are more likely to interpret ordinary situations as threatening, and minor frustrations as hopelessly difficult. They are often self-conscious and shy, and they may have trouble controlling urges and delaying gratification. Neuroticism is related to emotional intelligence, which involves emotional regulation, motivation, and interpersonal skills.[2] It is also considered to be a predisposition for traditional neuroses, such as phobias and other anxiety disorders.





After a little research, I've come to terms with it. It's not all that far off. I'm not standing on the edge threatening to inch myself off or anything, but I most certainly hand over any important documents to my parents and make them put it in english and tell me where to sign because sitting down to read and understand it .... well.. Just thinking about it makes my eyes bug out.

Here I thought people were just referring to me as crazy! Then again, chances are, they've had the same view on the term that I did though.. with little research.


So I guess they were referring to me as crazy.
Personalities.
I'm gonna take the quiz again and answer using the zig zag method and see what happens.



Ps. This thing totally called me out on being a liar. What a bitch.

Welcome to Tchotchke hell.

TCHOTCHKE { ch a ch ke - tsats•ke } n.

1. a small object that is decorative rather than strictly functional; a trinket

2. a pretty girl or woman

Lyrics and vocabulary. Can't go wrong just yet.

Slide over.

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar
Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over

The recipe's designed to plug the appetite for c o n t i n u i t y
By stitching together an esteemed congruence beautifully.
I peel back hearts and lodge grief physics in the chambers.
Courderize the wound and heads like 'Gimme gimme something major.'





I wanna be a Big Bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir, sir'
Shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things
Ima burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks
Ima be a big bang
Well I promise you, I'll man the lighthouse
Just to help you guide your ship
If you promise to help pull this hook out of my lip
It's getting bigger by the second.





Introduction brought to you by: Aesop Rock. "Big Bang."