I'M ON A BOAT

New MILF hair!

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:16:48 GMT

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.

REDUNDANT LIST

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 23:12:03 GMT

Ignore this, it's for Ed.

RANGIKU / RANGIKUxGIN
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Mika - Happy Ending
Vixtrola - end:user
Shania Twain - It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing
Anastacia - I'm Outta Love
Reel Big Fish - Drunk Again
Esthero - Beautiful Lie
Esthero - My Torture
Rachel Stevens - I Said Never Again (But Here We Are)
Flyleaf - All Around Me
Alien Ant Farm - Lord Knows
Blue October - What If We Could
Poe - 5 & 1/2 Minute Hallway
Poe - Amazed
Sheryl Crow - My Favorite Mistake
Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale
Scissor Sisters - Kiss You Off
The Hush Sound - Don't Wake Me Up
Esthero - Indigo Boy
Justin Timberlake - Sexy Back
Ian Pooley ft. Esthero - A Better Life
Jessica Simpson - These Boots are Made for Walkin'
Willa Ford - A Toast to Men
Zero 7 - Distractions
Zero 7 - Spinning
Pink - How It Goes Down
Pink - Bad Influence
Madonna - Like A Prayer
Megan McCauley - Tap That
Jem - Crazy
Jem - I Want You To...
Jem - On Top of the World
Eve 6 - Amphetamines
Pussycat Dolls - Hate This Part
Garth Brooks - Wrapped Up In You
All-American Rejects - Another Heart Calls
Aubrey - If You Don't Know Me By Now
Pussycat Dolls - When I Grow Up
Aretha Franklin - I Will Survive (Club Mix)
Aqualung - Good Times Gonna Come
Aqualung - Tongue-Tied
Frou Frou - Close Up
Megan McCauley - Die For You
Prime STH - Believe
Sheryl Crow - I Shall Believe
Shivaree - Goodnight Moon
Stacie Orrico - Stuck

KIRA / KIRAxGIN
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Aqualung - Something to Believe In
Coldplay - Trouble
Coldplay - Clocks
Blue October - It's Just Me
One Republic - Stop and Stare
Vast - Touched (BIG MAYBE)
Muse - Time Is Running Out
Frou Frou - Hear Me Out
Aqualung - Strange and Beautiful
The Hush Sound - Momentum

GIN
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Dave Mathews Band - I Did It
The Hush Sound - As You Cry
The Hush Sound - Not Your Concern

BUMBLES / BUMBLESxTOBIAS
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Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine
Shiny Toy Guns - Stripped
The Hush Sound - Love You Much Better
The Hush Sound - Molasses
The Hush Sound - Break the Sky
The Hush Sound - The Boys Are Too Refined
The Hush Sound - Pretty Down to Your Bones
Imogen Heap - Goodnight and Go
Imogen Heap - Headlock
Imogen Heap - Loose Ends
Jennifer Saunders - Holding Out For A Hero
My Chemical Romance - The Sharpest Lives
My Chemical Romance - Kill All Your Friends (Maybe?)
OK Go - It's Tough To Have A Crush When The Boy Doesn't Feel The Same Way You Do
Prime STH - Believe
Prime STH - I'm Stupid
Snake River Conspiracy - Casualty
Dave Matthews Band ft. Blue Man Group - Sing Along

TOBIAS
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My Chemical Romance - House of Wolves

SATSUE
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Vixtrola - Gunboat
The Hush Sound - That's Okay (re: Antoku)
Sarah Bettens - All Of This Past
Skinny Puppy - EmpTe

MEDUSA / MEDUSAxSTEIN
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The Birthday Massacre - Broken
Collide - Razor Sharp
Darling Violetta - I Want To Kill You
Jace Everett - Bad Things
Ludo - The Horror of Our Love
Madonna - Voices
Muse - Time is Running Out
Nine Inch Nails - The Becoming
Nine Inch Nails - Reptile
Nine Inch Nails - The Only Time
Nine Inch Nails - Burn
A Perfect Circle - Thinking of You
Puscifer - The Undertaker
Puscifer - REV 22:20
Rob Zombie - Living Dead Girl
Snake River Conspiracy - Lovesong
Snake River Conspiracy - Breed
Vixtrola - Gunboat
Stars - Death to Death
Velvet Acid Christ - Slut
Repo! The Genetic Opera - Zydrate Anatomy
Kidneythieves - Before I'm Dead
Dave Matthews Band - I Did It

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 22:57:28 GMT

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.

FEMALE FRONTED BANDS / ARTISTS

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:00:05 GMT

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 *

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 09:17:44 GMT

"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.

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 05:28:30 GMT

SKIDDLYDOO!

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

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 10:33:57 GMT

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.

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 03:13:03 GMT

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?

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 01:43:44 GMT

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.

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:12:11 GMT

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.)

o

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 03:59:23 GMT

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.

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 01:49:55 GMT

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.

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:48:44 GMT

She looked at me, and this is what she said:

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees --
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothin' in this world for free.
Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked...

Until we close our eyes for good."

The night was gradually coming to an end, predawn light filtering past around the edges of the drapes covering the window behind his head, changing the room from black to grey. His left leg was crossed over his right, and his right arm was stretched across the back of the daybed they'd been sharing as a seat, an unnumbered cigarette resting between his knuckles. It was on its way to following the long line of its predecessors which occupied the pile of ashes in the ashtray waiting innocuously on the daybed's seat next to his left hip.

He exhaled a long stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, tilting his head up a bit to blow the smoke up and away from the second person occupying the daybed with him, sleeping like the dead. She grew tired more easily these days, though she wouldn't admit it aloud. And still she refused to rest. This was day three. She'd claimed insomnia.

He looked down to the mess of blonde curls sprawling across his lap and spilling over; her head was propped up against his knee and the arm she'd folded underneath her, and one hand had eventually come up to rest on his calf in her sleep, fingers unconsciously half-curled. She slept like a saint. She would have made a fine, fierce Methuselah... delicate on the surface, sharp as a knife underneath.

The corner of his mouth quirked -- and who knew! When she was unconscious, she was downright peaceful and inoffensive! Like a sleeping wildcat, but still a wildcat -- she looked safe enough to touch now, but as soon as she woke up she'd be all venom and lace, carefully-disgused disdain and grace, leaving others to unravel in her wake.

That is, after the sedatives he'd put in her tea wore off. He took another drag from his cigarette lazily, musing. When the little beast woke up, it'd probably be in a fury... but for the timebeing he enjoyed the silence and the satisfaction of knowing that she was finally getting the rest she needed. A slight reprieve, but even the slightest would do her some good.

She was going to make such a fuss, he knew. He stifled a faint chuckle, exhaling another stream of smoke from lips curled in the slightest of smiles.

Better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission. She'd said so once, herself.

Oh no, we can't slow down, we can't hold back,
Though you know, we wish we could.
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked...
Until we close our eyes for good.

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:21:37 GMT

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. They were sitting side by side on the ground in front of the little abandoned shed they called their home.

Finished drawing a few flowers in the dirt with a stick -- the flowers surrounded the dirt-traced unicorn she'd drawn, which had turned into a unicorn-on-fire-currently-stomping-ruthlessly-on-a-small-village, complete with dead sentries once the boy had added his touches, which she said made no difference, there still needed to be flowers, unicorns always come with flowers (at which point the boy had said it was only okay if the flowers were poisonous maneaters, and whined until she finally agreed) -- finished drawing the flowers, the little girl turned to the little boy and asked, "Is my chest getting too big?"

"And tell me the truth," she added.

The little boy, not having learned the ways of the world just yet, replied: "If they get any bigger'n that I'mma not be able t'see ya a'tall for all th'chest in th'way, and yer prolly just gonna tip right o'er facefirst on'na these days an' be so heavy I'll hafta pull ya 'roun' on a sled like on'a 'em people can't walk on they own." This was the honest answer.

This is why the little boy got the little girl's fist in his face and the little girl got up and stomped inside the house, leaving the little boy sprawled on his back in the dirt with a broken nose, blood dripping from underneath the two tiny hands he clutched his face with.

"Well if they're that big I guess there's not enough room for you to sleep in here tonight!" the little girl yelled, slamming the door shut behind her.

The moral of the story? If a woman says she wants you to "tell her the truth" she's lying and you should immediately do the exact opposite. And more importantly: lying hurts a lot, lot less. Like, a LOT less. Lie whenever you get the chance, especially if she's asking you something.

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 08:01:31 GMT

"You are very boring," said the frog.

Kira looked to the side where a small green frog sat demurely on the small stone wall lining this side of the cafe's outdoor patio deck, a small but very tasteful garden growing below on the other side of the wall. There was even a small koi pond. He was reading through several stapled leaflets, and presently looked back to them, resuming his work. "Surely you're not very much more entertaining, being a frog."

"That's very insulting, and how would you know, anyway? I could be quite the party frog. I could be in my college years spending every night getting drunk at frat parties before one morning I wake up in bed next to another frog and next thing you know there's thousands of babies spawning everywhere."

"Then why are you sitting here, talking to me?" Kira asked, lifting his coffee cup and sipping it while he continued to read.

"... because I'm bored," the frog admitted guiltily after a minute, with a very big sigh for such a small frog.

"Ah," said Kira. "That's unfortunate."

"... pleeeeease? You could go swimming with me, we could have lots of fun. The lilypads are quite nice this time of year."

"No thank you, but I do appreciate the offer."

"Do you know the average life expectancy of a frog? ... well, I don't either, but I imagine it's very short, and you know, that's not a bad thing," said the frog, punctuating this statement with a 'ribbit'. "Teaches you to appreciate things more, live in the moment, that sort of thing."

"That's a big philosophy for such a small frog," Kira replied. "And for that matter, Matsumoto," he continued without looking up, flipping over a sheet of paper so he could read the next, "why are you hiding in the garden like that and pretending you're a frog?"

"Well, for starters," the frog replied happily, "my Captain happens to be sitting over there with Hinamori and I'm supposed to be under house arrest until I get my work done. Among other things. I forget."

"You're not a very convincing frog," he observed.

Rangiku's head popped up over the small stone wall right next to the frog. The frog, giving her a very unenthused look, turned very slowly, laboriously around before hopping away. She watched it before looking back up to Kira cheerfully. "That's because frogs don't have boobs."

"... of course. That would be the reason." Kira, despite himself, chuckled into his coffee.

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 03:55:09 GMT

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?

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 23:20:47 GMT

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.

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 06:29:54 GMT

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

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:23:25 GMT

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...)

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:03:08 GMT

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.

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 06:12:42 GMT

You're the only good thing that's happened to me all day.

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 11:35:25 GMT

What is the logical course of action when your roommate/husband zombiewalks towards you with a box of cake mix at 6 in the morning and looks at you meaningfully with a Sad Face, pushing the box towards you? Even if you've only had one hour of sleep in the last forty hours?

Well, you bake a cake, of course.

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 13:12:09 GMT

I always get really really super bad ideas (that always sound like they're okay in my head at the time) when I haven't slept, so I would like to have at least one small nap today.

Please, God, please.

... If you're wondering, I normally sleep between 6 AM and 2 PM, which means I haven't slept since--

....... Interesting. My cat is a lesbian. .......... I wonder if she realizes she's not a boy while she's doing that t--

I'm going to roll over now.

Fri, 29 May 2009 10:19:14 GMT

Dear Dad,

I love you with all of my heart. I thank God that you are somehow miraculously still alive (you stubborn bastard), probably because you're incredibly freaking lucky. I tip my hat to your clever choices in timing; truly, the heart attack on my prom night was well-played, sir. You probably shouldn't have gone so far as to actually die on the table, though, because... well, the whole defibrillation thing didn't work out too well for you, considering it undid all the fixes the back surgery did on your lower spine. And who knew, a 6'2" man built like a truck, scared of anesthesia. Huh. (Well, I guess I don't blame you there.)

So after two heart attacks, spinal injuries, a bad back, a bad leg that's given you a permanent (but still manly, I promise) limp, AND cancer, I kind of think of you as an old car that's falling apart piece by piece (an old car I'm very fond of, all the same), but... well, you're here, and I love you. Now stop breaking yourself, please.

Thank you for all the things you taught me as a little girl, and for letting me do all the things you would've had a son do.

I'm still amused that I'm the only one of your daughters who can yell at you; someone has to fuss at you, and I'm the only one you'll listen to. Except when you decide to buy things behind my back for me and make me want to strangle you. I love you, but one of these days I will have to haul off and punch you.

I miss the quiet car rides we used to have when I was younger, and I love the way we've always had a mutual, unphaseable understanding of each other, and the way you always said "Don't tell your mother" whenever I got myself in trouble (remember the time I skinned my entire back alive?). PS: Thank you for rescuing my vibrator from mom. I still laugh at that.

I've no reason in particular for writing this; I was just thinking of you, and I wanted to write it down.

I love you, and at the end of the day, I cannot think of a better father, nor one I would love, admire, and respect more than I do you. In some ways, I will always be the little girl walking down to the end of the pier with you (no bigger than your knee), or stripping copper wire on the floor of the garage while you were working on engine repairs. So much of me has come from you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

another day in the life!

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 03:34:16 GMT

ceylon: ROOMMATE CHARGED IN CROWBAR DEATH
ceylon: are you preparing headlines early;;;
daysgoby: i would never
daysgoby: make a mess like that nor go to such extreme effort for a simple murder
ceylon: .......
ceylon: ;A;
ceylon: will it at least be a quick death do you think
daysgoby: It had better be a quiet one, i'll say that.
ceylon: ;/);
ceylon: oh do you want ranch or bbq with your chicken strips

Speaking of my imminent death, does anyone want a kitten?