My landlord is a hairstylist. He likes to pretend I'm Barbie and play with my hair, and have his girls do my makeup, and make everything all pretty and perfect. Needed something "business-like" with highlights (no base dye, that is my natural hair color) and here is the end result. I enjoy it thoroughly.

I think the most humorous comment I've received about it so far is that I look like a single mom. LOL.

PS: Oh yeah I grew my hair out like. Forever ago.



( I DON'T GET PAID TO SMILE. )

Ignore this, it's for Ed.

( la la la )

Puppet-Dementia   THE POT IS BURNING OH NOSE
Puppet-Dementia   ...NOES
Puppet-Dementia   lol nose

OH NOSE YOU SAY?

Because Deme typo'd "ohnoes!" as "ohnose" in CC and it was an OPPORTUNITY -- and I am, of course, an opportunist -- I made him a gift to commemorate his mistake.

Notes:
1) This encompasses industrial / goth / alternative / punk / pop / etc so not all artists are similar to each other.
2) I can only vouch for bands with a * next to them; the others I have yet to listen to / investigate so I have no idea how awful they sound.
3) I might have to add more later as I go;
4) No I did not include such bands as KITTIE and Otep - sorry, I hate screamers. I don't need to listen to three minutes of a girl trying to make her vocal cords bleed. 9_9
5) I included SOME well-known artists (by this I mean widely circulated, like Pink and Madonna) but not all of them (missing some like Britney Spears, etc) since people are pretty much commonly already aware of those artists.

Paramore *
Flyleaf *
The Hush Sound * (has a male vocalist too, they do duets sometimes)
Fireflight *
Go Betty Go
The Fight
theSTART *
Tsunami Bomb
Sleater-Kinney
be your own PET
Damone
Meg & Dia
Morningwood
Elijah
Veruca Salt
Garbage *
The Sounds
Yeah Yeah Yeahs *
Dresden Dolls *
Sinergy
Lacuna Coil *
Evanescence *
Within Temptation *
Switchblade Symphony *
Snake River Conspiracy *
I:scintilla *
The Distillers
Love Spirals Downwards
My Bloody Valentine
Jack Off Jill *
The Deadly Sins
Arch Enemy
Eyes Set to Kill
In This Moment
Lullacry
Octavia
Kidneythieves *
Frou Frou (now Imogen Heap) *
Light This City
Jem *
Leaves Eyes *
Megan McCauley *
Nadiya *
Sarah Bettens *
Stella Soleil *
Suzanna Vega *
Full Blown Rose *
Anna Nalick *
Kate Havnevik *
The Ting Tings *
Bel Canto *
Bitter Sweet *
Madonna *
Emilie Autumn *
Esthero *
Fiona Apple *
Taylor Swift *
Joydrop *
Katy Perry *
Lady Gaga *
Pink *
Vixtrola *
Rasputina *
Sia *
Save Ferris *
Sharon Apple *
The Birthday Massacre *
The Noisettes *
Vanessa Mae *
Zero 7 *
Alanis Morissette *
No Doubt *
Shivaree *
Sheryl Crow *
Paula Cole *
Charlotte Martin *
Rachel Stevens *

"After scolding one's cat, one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word. And has filed it for reference." Charlotte Gray

I KNO RITE.

SKIDDLYDOO!

Now if I had my man in my arms this would be the perfect birthday. Son of a bitch.

I can tell I need sleep because I just spent five minutes giggling hysterically and uncontrollably over this.

And every time I re-watch it I giggle even harder.

Here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line --
Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my fucking mind!
Filthy mouth, no excuse --
Find a new place to hang this noose,
String me up from atop these roofs,
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Truth is, you can stop and stare:
Bled myself out and no one cares.
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere.
Yeah, someone pour it in,
Make it a dirt dance floor again!
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in.

I bleed it out!
Go, stop the show:
Choppy words in a sloppy flow,
Shotgun opera, lock and load,
Cock it back and then watch it go!
Mama help me, I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candypaint on his brand new hearse,
Can't contain him, he knows he works.
Practice hurts, I won't lie--
Doesn't matter how hard I try,
Half the words don't mean a thing,
And I know that I won't be satisfied.
So why try ignoring him?
Make your dirt dance floor again,
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in!

Eminem and Linkin Park will always be two of my guilty pleasures. Mike Shinoda, however, will not. Nothing guilty at all about that.

CAN I GET AN AMEN?

TWO SONGS YOU SHOULD HAVE IF YOU DON'T

The Ting Tings - That's Not My Name

Rise Against - Savior

I totally could've posted these weeks ago but I'm lazy.

This is what I waste my time on when I've got nothing else to do:



You know you want to. (Yeah, I'm only posting it because I get a referral bonus.)

One: Holy shit tagalong girlscout cookie blizzards at Dairy Queen are to fucking die for.

Two: Michelle Lynn why would you say something so fucking stupid to our mother and make her call me up at work bawling her eyes out? Congratulations, that was unusually cruel of you.

My journal is now boat-tastic, motherfucker.

I wish I cared about the internet anymore enough to do my own styles, but c'est la vie!

....... note to self make boat icon when you have nothing better to do. Five years from now.

I actually wrote this one in my car in the Walgreens parking lot at 3 in the morning while waiting for my prescriptions to get filled. I wrote it via text to a friend a couple weeks ago but kept forgetting to go back in my text history and copy it down outside the phone so it wasn't erased forever. So here we are.

If you don't know what these are, they're little mini-stories I write frequently for friends whenever an idea strikes. More often than not I write them to cheer my friends up, but they can be entirely random and no matter when I write them, they're only written for the sole purpose of making someone smile. I don't usually focus on the quality of writing, just the idea and the imagery.

I've been doing this for years now and I'm glad they still come to me at odd moments.

---

( Once upon a time -- not too long ago, in fact -- there was a little boy and a little girl who lived together on the edge of town. )

Medy: what went wrong in my childhood
Medy: I'm really not even sure
Asura: omg that conversation
Asura: made me squirm
Medy: see? I squirmed too, but for all the wrong reasons

Medy: .. maybe it's a better idea if I don't procreate
Asura: I agree.


In other news, I have finally found an adjective to adequately describe the sticky, nasty, clinging humidity of Florida where every time you walk outside it's like being in a sauna full of everyone else's evaporated sweat, congratulations! I hope you didn't want to feel clean today! and that adjective is "corpse-rotting" weather. Because that's exactly what this shit is good for.

Who doesn't want to feel like they just squeezed through a plumber's buttcrack like the world's dirtiest slip-n-slide?

Ain't dirty in a good way, either. Did you just throw up in your mouth a little too?

Medy: (818): Just seen on a tshirt : "fake titties taste funny"
Medy: ^ kind of true
Medy: more a texture thing though
Grell: ......
Grell: they feel funny
Medy: yes
Medy: who wants to put their mouth on something that feels like you're kissing an innertube covered in skin?
Medy: *thinks about it some more* an innertube filled with jelly I guess
Medy: ... like a jelly donut
Medy: dude how awesome would it be if you bit into a fake boob and red jelly oozed out
Medy: because that would be fucking win
Medy: especially if it tasted like donut filling

Medy: you know sometimes I wonder how my brain goes on these tangents
Medy: I can already hear Jean going "why are you so stupid?"
Asura: ...................
Asura: wow
Asura: you just...
Medy: Guilty as charged.
Medy: ... but at least I found a potential way to make fake boobs worthwhile.

I find myself putting in copious amounts of overtime more and more lately, which is humorous as I do not get paid a single dime for it, so it is all voluntary. (Congratulations for being on salary!)

Scheduled off at midnight, leaving at 2:30 in the morning? It's part of the job description.

That and I'm not a douchebag; I cannot in good conscience just say "lol goodbye" when Jason is the only one here to close past 12:30 AM and the overnights crew is completely clueless. And on the night of the new iPhone launch, no less.

It's okay though, I am thinking of kittens. And washing dishes, strangely. Perhaps I will wash kittens. :>a

Jean, as usual, is just mean:

ceylon: sigh 9_9 I'm still on a bridge call so
ceylon: I will be home late
daysgoby: oh sad the hookers are leaving at 2, too
ceylon: ;A; goddamnit

Things of Excitement Today:

1) French toast.
2) Season 2 of True Blood started last night.
3) Having the next two days off.


Things of Not-Excitement Today:

1) Having to go to work.
2) Being awake since 9 AM.
3) Ytf is Florida so freaking nasty / having to spend all morning driving around in this stupid heat and godforsaken eye-piercing light of Hey It's Fun to Be Blind!

Mm. French toast, though. Good stuff.

I am so glad I know how to cook, and that it's so freaking easy for me. (Not that french toast is particularly hard, and I cannot understand why there are people in existence who cannot make it...)

When you walked through the door, it was clear to me --
You're the one they adore, who they came to see.
You're a rockstar, and everybody wants you.
Player, who can really blame you?
We're--the--ones--who--made--you.

Updated my profile to something meaningful, deep, and important that provides insight into who I am.