Saturday, December 29, 2007
Throw a tight black polka-dotted dress on her
Curl her hair, add heels
And maybe a red boa for effect.
Will she act classy?
Or will she still swear like a sailor
Chug back her beer
Eat everything in sight
And allow people to throw candy Rockets at her
So she can 'expertly' catch them in her mouth?
When she woke up yesterday morning
Remembering the entire bag of chips she ate.
That complimented her beer and the pizza that had gone cold
And as she found the Rockets on the floor that she had shaken from her bra the night before
She became pretty damn sure
That you can dress her up
And take her out
But she'll always be
The foul-mouthed, beer-sluggin', grease-devouring metalhead
That she has always been.
Amen to that.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas, everyone!
I could be politically correct and just say "Happy Holidays", but -
Whatever you celebrate, have a good one. I celebrate Christmas, so... y'know... Merry Ho Ho Ho.
I'm gonna suck it up and try to be my usual annoyingly Christmas-y self. It's gonna be difficult, cuz I have obvious brain damage that causes me to think stupid things right now.
Anyways... Hope it's a good one, everybody!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Dirty Bird makes friends this way. Don't judge me.
I'm starting to get Christmas-Blah. Usually I'm inSANE about this time of year... I go nuts with lists and plans and overdoing it with the presents, etc.This year I'm just not feeling it.
I'm gonna take a WILD guess that it's because this year is different. When you're used to the same person beside you at Christmas for a few years, and then they're gone... it's a big change.
It's not that I wish he was here. I don't -- good riddance.
I just kinda miss the comfort of Christmas with the one you love. Ok, lovED.
Not to mention that the 29th woulda been another yearly anniversary. Thank God it's right smack in the middle of Heavy Drinking At Parties Season. Numb me, baby...
Bring on New Years... I'm ready to make it a good one.
There's a better guy waiting to kiss me at 12. ;)
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Just be thankful that I haven't posted any metal versions of regular Christmas tunes. Wait, maybe I'll do that tomorrow....
It's Tuesday already. I feel like I didn't have a weekend. On Saturday and Sunday I didn't leave the house, didn't even have ONE cigarette (proud? anybody? no? screw off.), ingested no alcohol, wore no makeup, and sat on my ass. I'd say it was uber productive.
Today I will continue to write damn articles... cuz that's what I do. Perhaps I'll work on the book that I've been neglecting for the past few months. I'm kind of an asshole like that. I start something with ya... put a little time and effort in... then ignore you cuz there's other interesting things to play with. Oh, 'yet to be named novel'.... I'm sorry. Let's have coffee and talk about our feelings.
I also need to mention that there's a new superhero hittin' the streets... he goes by PseudoBoy. He doesn't fight crime or anything. He just stops traffic with his hot ass. And DAMN, does he ever rock those tights. I think I'm kinda bajiggety about him, maybe one day I'll kiss him or something.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
This broad... is all class. I don't really remember wearing Raf's hat, and taking a picture while he wore a Marilyn Monroe wig... but I guess it happened. I was fairly sober on this eve, as well.
I love my Sammy... especially while she's got on her old man hat and singing "Rock rock rock rock, rock & roll Asians", dedicated to a great man.
I'm snowed in, as many people are. All my plans for the day have fallen by the wayside. No wonky dinner thing (which is good), no going to Toronto to visit my sister for her 30th, and no going to see the boy even though I haven't seen him all week. Boo-friggin'-urns.
Anyway... I don't really mind staying in, cuz I tend to be a bit of a hermit. If I'm not at a bar, I'm at home. Er... switch that. I'm at home more than bars. Really. I swear.
I did pretty well this week... I only went out on two nights. That also means that I only left my house twice.
I need a hobby.
I have nothing interesting to say, so I'm done here. Leave me alone, assmonkeys.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Today I am a certified Fuck Up.
Yup. I've gone 'n done it again!
Every once in awhile I allow myself to become negative to the point of insanity. I'm so neurotic and over-analytical that I just don't think straight.
These are the days when it's SUPER fun to be around Kristen.
Yes, on these particular days I'm even known to speak in third person.
So although most of my friends and family don't even know I have a "blog" (quotations cuz it's not a real blog..), some of you do. Therefore:
If Kristen (yup, third person again) has, at any point today, : insulted you, pushed you away, ignored you, confused you, growled at you, bitten off a piece of your flesh, eaten your food, tried to steal your baby, or made you sad in any way, shape, or form.....
She is sorry. And she will make it better.
Or, she will be beheaded.
Who needs a head anyways?
Friday, December 14, 2007
Looking back at pictures from awhile ago, I realize how much has changed in a few short years. How much I'VE changed.
Maybe not so much in appearance, but in so many different areas. Jobs, home life, relationships, the people around me... they have all changed and fluctuated a lot.
As a chick who's big into nostalgia, I have a lot of things saved and documented so I can always look back and see where I've been, what I've done, and how I used to feel. It can be a really sad thing when you realize that you aren't as happy as you thought you'd be. Or when you see that the things you loved are gone.
The thing about pictures specifically is that they only show the good times. You never take a picture of a fight. Or heartbreak. Or when everything is going wrong. Pictures are false that way - we play happy for the camera, in hopes that we won't be reminded of the bad times when we look back.
We've come a long way, baby.....
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Here's a throwback to my childhood... to a LOT of people's childhoods.
This song tends to make people cry if they remember it from years ago... My mom and older sister would be ruined right now if they were listening.
I'm a sucker for a good sad-happy-sappy song. Who knew?
Everyone needs a rainbow connection...
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Some were actually in the form of song lyrics; others were just straight poems that became a type of therapy for me.
I've had some published, though they weren't my best. Not that it matters.
So now, what happens when I sit down with pen in hand ready to attack my notebook with couplets or prose?
I. can't. write. at. all.
Since I have also not been working on my "novel", does this mean that all I can write is what constitutes as my work? Business profiles, magazine articles, and PR for rock bands?
I'd really like to know where the passion went. I miss the days where my hand could fly across a page without waiting for my mind to catch up.... I used to take pride in my work.
Now I take money for it.
I'd like to be reminded of why I wanted to become a writer in the first place.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Same cheap draft.
It was a good time. They always are. But it's becoming so damn repetitive.
My life consists of my friends, the same bars, the same bar faces, and the usual nights.
Something is definitely missing.
It's the inevitable St. Catharines rut. It's a-comin' to get me.
Time for this broad to switch it up a bit.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The words are gonna choke me, cuz they don't like to be used in such a manner.
So... if said death should occur, these are my wishes:
- Give my CD collection to Vicky. She has a lot to learn. But bury my favourites with me.
- At my funeral I would like you to read works from Poe, and have Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac playing in the background
- Give my band t-shirts to Cait & Maggie. They won't like all the bands... but the shirts will fit them. And thats important.
- If I'm cremated, send my ashes to Chino. He'll know what to do with them. He always knows what to do.
- Give Leah my DVDs... she'll appreciate most of them. She can share the doubles with a special boy, should she find a worthy one.
- Send Steph all my unfinished stories and old poetry. She won't laugh at me. She'll laugh WITH me.... then get it published as if it was her own.
Thanks. I feel better now.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back,
A name in your recollection,
Thrown down among a million same.
Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
When I've looked right through..
To see you naked and oblivious
And you don't see me...
But i threw you the obvious
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.
Here i am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded.
But i see
See through it all
And see you...
So i threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.
Oh well... apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing.. at all.
You don't see me.
You don't see me at all.
- 3 Libras
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
And just look around. At everything, and then at nothing.
You'll realize that you're insignificant.
And your problems don't mean shit.
If it makes you sad and contemplative - then it worked.
If it makes you happy that there's more out there - it's done the job.
As long as it makes you feel something.....
And when you go back inside....
The problems will be waiting.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
After that, it seems like everything just had to go bad. Car breaking down, sickness, insane money problems, family issues, friend conflicts. Every aspect of my life has just broken down and spilled all over the floor. I feel helpless, hopeless, and completely alone. Will someone PLEASE tell me that it all means something, and that a good turn will finally come? I'm tired of pretending to be fine in front of everyone... I'm not fine.
And who will I blame for all of this? Hmm... how 'bout the ex? Well he started it, didn't he?