It's a girl!

Aries is here. The most gorgeous Siberian Husky you will ever see. You'll be jealous. I know it. She's got crazy hypnotic periwinkle eyes, and that bleach blonde look where some fur is white, some is California whore, and some is "I fucked up my home dye job" brassy.
And as of now, she is totes in control, which must stop today. She knows she's handsome, so she does everything in her power to let me know she's in charge.
But not Corey. Corey kicks her ass on a regular basis. Thank Buddha for rabid human eating cats.
We're still in our 2 week trial period, so wish us luck, but I think in the end we're going to be BFF.




ps
Eat The Rich.
pps
Happy Birthday Kim Gordon. You've been my imaginary mommy for well over a decade. I bought a bass because of you, and Sonic Youth was the first show I cried at. I will crank Free Kitten all day until Chest Hair breaks up the party.

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women, no fun, no sin, no you, know wonder it's dark.

Have you ever seen the movie House Of Flying Daggers? No? Yeah, well, put it like this; I have this crazy sexxee beautiful bitchin' lesbo sister, Britt. And she IS the main character, Mei, in the movie. I couldn't believe it. All I had to do was imagine that Britt was spawned in China, and fuck, there she was. The prettiest girl to hit yr DVD player this 2005. Bank on it.
If any you pervs need to know, she does have a The Noah, so forget it, my amazing law school, girl gone wild, swearing, non-smoking, pussy controlled, wicked keyboardist, unshowered, triple riot grrrl, stunning to look at sista has been taken to the punk rock alter. And I've got her back. So yr just gonna have to fantasize all creepy about her to the movie. Sickos.

Bedtime for me.


ps
don't disregard my last entry. Aries is almost in the hizzy.

My Want Ad.

I have been feverishly digging through my local debris trying to find if I still have any supplies from when I did have dogs.
No luck so far. Just food bowls my mommy had still kept.

I have found the girl of my dreams. Her name is Aries, she has blue eyes, a pink nose, and beautiful lustrous light red and white hair. She's small for her breed, and already knows how to poop outside.

There is a large possibility that I will actually be working at her facility, but that doesn't change the fact that I do not have a kennel for her to hang out in.

If any wicked readers have a spare crate/kennel that isn't used anymore, please tell me. I will pay...Hopefully at a wicked discount!

I want to be Queen Of The Huskies, and Aries wants a loving, excellent girl like me to adopt her, and give her the best years of her life.

don't let us down. It's for a good cause.

I love all of you.

i don't have anything to say to you freaks. nothing other than my mom is the shit!

Is it 4/20? GROOST!

Question of the night:
WHAT HAS PUNK ROCK DONE FOR YOU?

let me answer.

1. found me some wicked awesome, brutal bands that i now couldn't live without. DUH.
2. gave me a self-esteem i never knew existed.
3. taught me how to properly shotgun a beer, and race a beer bong.
4. beautiful is in the eye of the beholder.
5. i will NOT be male dependant.
6. open mindedness is a HUGE fucking viture.
7. i have rights.
8. family isn't always blood.
9. the bastards won't grind me down.
10. brought my art to level of pure unadulterated freedom.


Now you tell me.

"Wolverine...gimme the keys.."

I am mobil once again. I said goodbye to my last car about 2 years ago. An excellent Ford Festiva. It started off as a Mr. Magoo blue, and I found that to be totes unacceptable. K-Mart has a vast variety of black spray paint. And so it was. K-Mart also has a fine selection of reflective numbers, usually reserved for addresses on a mail box, but the three 6's I stuck right in the middle of the back of my car found a much better purpose.
I eventually lost my set of keys which included, as I think I've mentioned before, my apartment keys, keys to the bank I worked at, keys to the record store I worked at, and of course, my car keys, and wicked evil Skinny Puppy key chain. I still suspect they are laying somewhere on Lyndale Ave. right by the big coin wash. whatevs. I could start that Festiva with a screwdriver anyway.
It finally got towed after me losing it for 3 months, and had stacks of tickets on the windshield that had amounted to like, $30,0000. Give or take. Never saw him again.
That car was so tiny, that one night when it stalled right in front of the CC Club at bar time, I had six drunk dudes come over and pick up my car to move it to a suitable parking space. Thanks, frats. Wherever you are. Date raping and such, no doubt.

So here I am now, eating my vegan pea soup and looking out the window and my new (new to me) Toyota Corolla. Yeah, it's red. And the head lights flip up like all Night Ryder about it. Wicked.
Time to fill out the title, and get me some insurance. Anyone have some good luck with agencies? Geico and Progressive can eat my shit. Let me know.

now it's got wheeeeels!

Quit looking in my window. freaks.

yeah, i fucked up a little. i've been smoking. but not like i used to. heavens, no. i'm going to sign up for those QuitPlan thingys my insurance pays for. word up, wish me luck.

April 15th. Tax day. I better get my ass to an H&R Block big time. meh. i don't even care.

i don't care at all today. fuck it. i'm done. I'm out.
my only joy will be watching the re-run of America's Next Top Model tonight.

sad. sad. sad.

oh yeah, i bought a jump rope. i've been kicking (jumping?) the shit outta that.

This one has a little car this one has a little star...

I want to confess some things I've been feeling kind of guilty about. Not so guilty that I'd call Maury, or write a note in kitten's blood before I hung from the pipes above my bed, just tiny little secrets I have.

now move in, listen close, and don't tell anybody.

I've been sneaking cigarettes. So what. I've been smoking like, 30 packs a day since I was 14, one or two half smokes a day is quite the improvement.

I think Furries are very hot. Something about an anthropomorphic fox in a bowtie like on Zoobilee Zoo just drives me crazy. Maybe it was all the puppets I had as a little girl.

sometimes when I take Louise out for walks, I forget to bring a plastic bag. When she poops, I pretend like it never happened and run away. I am pretty sorry about that.

I have not been studying Ukrainian at all. I just can't get into it.

I tell people that I woke up earlier than I actually did.

I change my clothes about 13 times a day.

ok. Now you can tell me yrs. I promise to keep yr secrets, cuz I wouldn't want my confession of how I dance naked with pictures of Billy Idol while drinking white wine floats. sshhhh.....

Wanted:

Male or female with indubitable self esteem for me to destroy when I am having scratching fits and anger attacks from not smoking.
must have long hair for me to pull, as I am sick of losing my own.
must not be afraid of loud noises, screams, and swears.
Must have reliable transportation for when I demand lollipops, sodas, egg rolls, a bouquet of tiger lilys, or the latest issue of Fangoria. Cuz when I want it, I better fucking get it.
must be willing to cuddle after all the "smoker quitting smoking" abuse.
Makes it all worth it.


Pssst...Someone come over and sneak me a sip of whatevs yr smokin'.

Day 2 of no smoking.

I've never been so angry in my life. I'd shank you for the nicotine under yr nails right now.

Almost there.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 25. Let's compare and contrast me at 18, and now me, at 25. (point is, I hope it's not much different. Elderly scares me.)

18- 98 lbs
25- 122 lbs

18- careless and fancy free
25- careless and fancy free but with bills

18- totes irresponsible
25- totes irresponsible but forcing myself to change for the better

18- multi-colored hair; pretty in pink, bright as fuck yellow, blue lagoon, etc..
25- multi colored hair; blonde, brown, black, punk rock angry white (muted. boring)

18- veritable forrest of drugs
25- a drink now and then. and then. and now. and then. and now.

18- boys everywhere
25- boys somewhere

18- punk rock, goth ,industrial, old man core, whathaveyou, etc
25- punk rock (not that I don't like other music, heavens no. I'm just going through a "phase!")

18- bedtime 10am
25- bedtime 4am

18- glasses when I read
25- glasses all the time

18- 2 packs of camel filters a day
25- quitting smoking my camel lights April 6th

18- baths
25- showers

18- Nugget and Dark Bros porn
25- Nugget and Dark Bros porn

18- had a dog (didn't care about cats)
25- have a cat (really need a pups)(loves my cat sooooooo much! Truth!)

18- MPLS
25- MPLS

18- total freak out spazz
25- total freak out spazz

well, not too bad, I suppose. Drop 10 lbs, invest in a puppy, toss the smokes, and stay rowdy, maybe I'll be okay.


ps
buy me something pretty.

So long, suckers.

Yr all going to be wicked sorry when Terry and I are mad famous.
We're gonna get so Warhol on yr asses.

But don't worry, we'll buy you all ice-cream trucks, and you can come to all our fancy art parties. But you can't look at us.