1 October 2002---1:12p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Everly Brothers "Greatest Hits"
I was quite nervous that the whole They Might Be Giants playing on Halloween thing was a hoax when I couldn't find it on the Agora page. WELL...that's because there was a mistake on there web page and they are playing at the ODEON which is EVEN BETTER!!! I am going to buy my ticket as soon as a pumace the filth off my face. I have the cash...I better do it now because, well, you know me!!!
When I left Kent, it smelled like perm. When I arrived in Hinkley, it smelled like skunk. Scrubs is a pretty funny show. I'm writing like I'm in second grade. I wish I was...instead of eighteenth grade. I really should study for my test. HOWEVER, I want to go get some duds for my Halloween costume!!! YEEHAW! That reminds me that a certain pink ninja should start getting on HER costume as well. HINT, HINT!!
29 September 2002---11:04a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Space Ghost Coast To Coast
Yesterday was an INSANE day to say the least without going into graphic details that would make you vomit...they almost made me vomit. I'll sum everything else up to get you up to date (as I type this, Brodie is showering and coughing his fucking head off which makes me feel horrible. He hasn't stopped for the past ten minutes. I hope he doesn't die).
I woke up after a somewhat wacky night at the Loft (where stupid Switchblade hyped up a Grecian Urn to the Knife and bought him one, which looked like it had brains in it. Knife unintentionally spit it all over my face. I'm over it now...but I still have nightmares about picking chunks out of my hair. Have YOU ever been thrown up on?) That same night, pirate met up at my house and seemed so cranky and mad at me...we slept on seperate sides of the bed...but in the morning, all was resolved as he wasn't mad at me, but working 7 days a week is taking it's toll...hardcore. We decided to stay in bed for as long as possible...it was worth it, just let me tell you that much...sweet lord.
Finally, we decided to see the sunlight and went to the Collector's Warehouse and Big Fun...then he bought me a falafel and the best milkshake ever...It was a good time. I bought 8x10 glossies of the Gilmore Girls, Sandra Bullock, and Betty Grabel and they make me so happy I could almost die. We returned home with an hour to spare before premier festivities and that hour was spent back in the bed. I don't know how I made it to the show at all...endorphins were flying, I was dizzy, I had a pukey stomach.
Everything was set up really nice though seating was limited. Meg-Dog, pirate, Switchblade and myself found a spot on the floor for what would be a kick-ass time. The movie came equipped with a warning screen, previews, and an advertisement for the soundtrack. The movie was even better the second time around...Meg laughed her ass off and was unkowingly sitting next to THE Midnight Skater the whole time. It was a blast but our asses and our necks hurt by the end. I think everyone had a good time...I had a great time when pirate's EX was standing in the back and Meg said She got what was coming to her in a semi-evil voice. It was the sexiest thing EVER.
We returned to my house, ate some food, watched some cartoons...but then I had a date to be back in the bed...tee hee. Over all, I had a GREAT weekend...I feel like I actually DID something and it feels good. This week, I have a Human Evolution test to look forward to on Wednesday and a paper to write about movies I haven't seen by tomorrow.
I need mashed potatos.
27 September 2002---7:35p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Hellbillys "Cavalcade of Perversions"
And by the way, to those of you who do NOT like my new Psychobilly hair-style (which, as I have mentioned, gets me quite a bit of attention from the pirate), when I was at BW3's, some guy came up to me...a guy who would have been hotter if he was less preppy but still not my type...and said That's a nice pompador you've got going. Yes, yes it is.
I used to have a problem with accidentally pushing the letter "q" but now my problem is with typing "liek" instead of "like". Lame.
27 September 2002---7:17p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Ben and Gerry "Lobster Magnet"
THIS is what I've been reduced to:
Puss: Damn it. There's a hole in my favorite purple bra. ROT.
Switchblade: did you get really hard nipples one day? perhaps the day you were looking at my records?
Puss: HA HA HA HA HA HA...no.
Switchblade: oh darn
Puss: I think you probably get a hard on every time you look at those, don't you?
Switchblade: don't go there
Puss: What? Why not? I'm serious.
Switchblade: my sex life is none of your business
Puss: True. And THANK GOD.
I finally get a chance to hang out with G.G. and what happens? She gets drunk off TWO Canadian beers at BW3's and now she is at home, snuggly in bed and I am, to turn a phrase, "ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO GO". Hell, I have all my new duds on. Meg-Dog is already taken for the night, pirate and Brodie are working, Switchblade is a wuss, and I don't think Tessa is worth the convincing time because she'll never come out. I have to make plans ten years in advance to get them to stick...I'm not saying that's utterly bad, it's just fact. And where the HELL is the KNIFE??? I've GOT to get out of here, even if I have to go have a beer by myself...which would be sooooooo lame. ARGH.
(*footnote: The Knife is one his fuckign way. No later than 9:00. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW. I'M SAVED.)
27 September 2002---11:55a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Tiger Army "Power of Moonlite"
I am a zombie. It's official. I walked through a majority of yesterday (post-errand running) in a zombie-like state, which is scary. I was quite testy and I apologize to anyone who felt my wrath as it was unexplainable yet uncalled for. And I got into my bed at like 10:30 to watch some Film Noir flick and totally passed out into a deep, deep coma. I awoke for a split second much later and pirate was gone...where he went to, I have no idea...and when I woke up this morning, he was also gone. He does not like real human zombies who trudge through life. He's probably avoiding me until it all passes. I'm sure a shower and a nap will cure all...and some mashed potatos.
I put in an application at Hot Topic yesterday and was pretty damn excited about it because eventhough some of the people are lame, I do spend money there and would embrace a discount. However, today when I went and bought a pair of cords, a cardigan, and monochromatic All-Stars, I learned that I probably couldn't be hired there because one of the managers "knows me" (translation: we had ONE class together for ONE semester and I was barely even there, and I saw her for like 5 weeks at 80's night and forced Brodie to dance with her once). Lame.
I am in a funk again. However, G.G. and I may be hitting happy hour tonight which consists of drinking a pitcher really slowly, drinking another pitcher really quickly, having a shot, and then the pitchers go down like water. Ofter times after this, happy hour turns into NOT-SO happy hour...but I need to get out of here. And tomorrow I have an all day date with my pirate which is always a spirit-lifter. The premier will be a blast and a half so...I don't know. I hope my frown gets turned upside down.
I have gossip for Johnny Switchblade.
Got a job. Got a life. Got a 4-door and a faithless wife. Got some nice copper pipes. Got an EX. Got a room for the night. Aren't you such a catch? What a prize. You got a body like a battle axe. Love that perfect frown. Honest eyes. We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
25 September 2002---2:21p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: OKGO "s/t"
The season premier of Gilmore Girls was more than I could have ever hoped for...a fantastic dream sequence, Paris getting a date, Luke and Lorelai making up...sigh. The first five minutes were enough to keep me high all night. Sure, the Knife was having a good laugh over my dedication...but he'll catch the bug soon enough. Everyone does. The episode could have used more Jess, though. Sheeesh. I only had three measely beers during the celebration but by the time I got home, I was loopy and pretty much passed out. It was worth it.
The OKGO CD is a success. There are some real duds on there, but the winners make it all worth while. I've been rocking out and liking it. So Paul Cox, you're off the hook.
I have to get groceries. Old Mother Hubbard has bare cupboards. I have to wait 20 minutes for the mail to come though...supposedly I'm getting a surprise today. What COULD it BE???
24 September 2002---2:14p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: B-52s "Good Stuff"
Yes, this album is utterly homosexual, but it is good mood music. No, scratch that...it's GREAT MOOD music. I am in a fan-fucking-tastic mood for the following reasons:
1. I discovered yesterday that not only are LOTH playing November 9th at the Lime Spider, but they are ALSO playing October 13th, which is much closer, at the Beachland...which is the day after the super kick-ass campout I'm going to at my aunt's house (which I'm hoping Brett or Brodie or SOMEONE will accompany me to. I already said I'd sneak Bourbon into my tent...and you get to sleep in a tent...with me).
2. I woke up, not especially excited to take my test, but I felt pretty confident. Turned out 104 pages of rading paid off because I left the classroom feeling overly confident about a good grade in my future. It was pretty rad ass!
3. I returned home early enough to find a sleeping pirate in my bed. So the pajamas went back on and in I got. Sure, we didn't sleep or anything but snuggling is always good. Things that snuggling leads to is even better. Hence, my mood was drastically enhanced.
4. Pirate and I talked once again about the tattoo cruise from New Orleans to Jamaica that's going on next year. Cabins have to be booked now. Sure, I don't have the money or anything and I'm not sure how I'd fair in the Jamaican heat...but I like talking about it for two reasons: first, he really, really wants me to go and spend time with him and second, he must think we'll be together next summer. I am turning into a relationship gay wad and I like it!!!
5. As some of you know, I turned into a school loser by missing way too many classes last week. Well, YEEHAW!!!
All my professors and my lab TA excused me from what I've missed and I even get to make up my Film Noir movies. I am so back on track and it feels pretty damn nifty.
6. I get to go downtown and do research with my dude Brodie, followed by the season premier of GILMORE GIRLS!!! (Shut your mouth, Knife). I could pee my pants in anticipation. I hate Dean. I love Jess. I want to be Lorelai when I grow up (Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, not Lorelai Rory Gilmore).
7. I have a date tonight. Sure, I'm the one who's calling it a date but that's what it is. Pirate's been working so much and I've been studying so much that we've kind of been around each other but not. So...he asked how late I was going to be and I said not late...so I'm guessing we'll get to hang out together and just kick it. My EX says that's not a date. I say it's the best kind of date.
8. I get to work on my Halloween costume soon!!! Skeletons are so cool. I'm getting so excited about the downtown Kent festivities. I'm going to run amuck. I'm going to give candy to strangers. Candy helps you make friends. So do hot pants.
I really don't think this day could get much better. The only way that would be possible would be if 15.00 floated into my wallet and I could by the OKGO CD...but that's super far-fetched. YEEHAW!!! A good day all around to EVERYONE! (You better mark this day on your calendars. You might not see me this happy for awhile).
22 September 2002---12:35p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Piranhas "s/t"
The Topography of the World is hurting my brain and Cognitive Psychology (which I hated when I took it a few semesters ago and it was packaged as "Basic Learning Processes") is making my eyes cross. Break time.
I just saw a live fly attacking a dead fly and I almost threw up. The war with the flies with soon be over, myself being the winner, as I have purchased a "flying insect killer" and will be fumigating shortly. Post that, I have fly strips for back-up protection. Another necessary purchase was the biggest bag of red cedar litter you've ever seen. Elvis is going to be happier than a guinea pig in shit.
While on an animal note, I think I may decide against getting the double Hemmingway (the one I aptly decided to name either Tad Ghostal or Dr. Nightmare, Attorney at Law) eventhough I really want it. I am worried that I will always think of it as the kitten that came from pirate's EX and I don't want to do that. It's still up in the air.
Last night almost caused trauma as I lost my wallet (and Switchblade AND Brodie didn't like my hair and made me feel like garbage inside...but pirate made me feel better by saying my hair was the reason he wasnted to do it to me when I got home) when Switchblade and I changed drivers to due my inability to make U-turns. Luckily, said wallet was safely in the parking lot we switched in (that we couldn't find at first...then we ended up on a highway...then I shit my pants) and nothing inside was missing. I almost had a heartattack and almost cried because I didn't was Switch to be late for the big show. We weren't. Nothing was missed.
Piranhas were insane, I liked 'em, and Brodie got an interview with them for our new 'zine...then THEY interviewed HIM. It was nuts. I got hit on my a too-tall Rick Springfield and a too-fat Joey Ramone. Both Switch and Brodie pretended to be my dates so I'd be saved...I probably looked like a slut. Hearing about "I don't give a fuck about Ashleigh" was probably the high point...because who does? I can't wait for the inaugural 'zine issue. Free CDs, free shows, we're doing it right this time. Anyway, show was fun but I crashed hard when I got here in order to gain energy for my last day of cramming. Blech.
I had to let Meg-Dog down for the big GBV show today and will just be a name added to the list of those who had also let her down. I just need all the study time I can get and GBV tends to play for ours and I have to be up before the sun. Hopefully, someone will come through and accompany her and she won't be as mad at me as she was at John.
Time to make fly-killing-fog...and get my silly nose back in the books. Where the FUCK is my highlighter?
21 September 2001---3:08p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: Rip Offs "Discography"
Today marks 3 months of pirate and wench adventures. We have successfully survived the first trimester. I don't know what that means in pregnancy talk but I'm glad we pulled it off.
Tonight is the big, bad Pirahnas show at the Lime Spider. Switchblade is my hot date and Brodie is meeting us there. Pirate's presence is all dependent on wether or not he's cranky from all the work he's putting in. I'm glad I'm not him...big time. Anyway, september drink specials include 2.00 Labats. I will only be having 1 beer purchased by Switchblade because I am broke and I'm going to let him get super-sauced. It's a big night for him. Supposedly these kids don't leave Michigan. I hope I see blood. I hope it rocks.
Brodie is officially a gay hairdresses as he bleached me, dyed some of my hair black, and left the rest up to me. We both agreed that I'm a terrible blonde, as most blondes are. Either way, it was a funny morning. I turned him onto "the bread man". We had good bread.
The flies are trying to take over again. I'm getting good with the swatter.
20 September 2002---12:46p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: (still playing New Bomb Turks)
I forgot two things:
1. Happy 5 Month Anniversary Becky...and her boyfriend. Rock.
2. Yesterday when I was getting pictures of my tattoo taken, Rob was telling me a story about how he saved pirate's life and how he just doesn't appreciate it and said the funniest sentence I've ever heard: Just because he's got a big haircut and old jeans, he thinks he can walk all over people. Oh Rob...
20 September 2002---12:31p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: New Bomb Turks "Pissing Out the Poison"
This disc only works in the computer. I don't think Switchblade knows how to use his CD burner. And I am dead set that the kid has record-induced OCD...he has new LPs in one box, old LPs in another, 7"s labeled according to their position in the alphabet...upon being quized, he knew the color vinyl of all the records and even a MATRIX NUMBER or two. There were several records he had 2 or more of...and...man, there are just too many stories that would make you wary. I got scared. He's going to sell his records and buy a house...the house that records built. He let me watch Survivor. His dog followed me around. Stinky dog. The perfect woman for Switch better appreciate a good record or she'll die...or she'll just die looking at his senior photo.
Meg-Dog's quest to quit smoking has lead me on my own quest...to lose 5-10 pounds, at least 5 by Halloween. I quit soda and juice today (along with candy and fast food). I'm drinking milk...but only after I tried to drink water and threw it up. I think that's nuts because I've drank water before and never thrown it up. I really hate the stuff. Fat-free milk is better. I also ate a baked potato with nothing else on it. Naked potato. I figure that I drink so much beer, which is fattening as all HELL, that I have to cut out some of the luxuries. It'll pay off. I have to wear hot pants in a few weeks, for fuck's sake.
I like my boyfriend and I like to wear his hoodies...I also like to hold them when I nap. Is that gay?
My sympathy goes out to both Salvation Larry who broke up with the woman we all hoped he'd have sex with, and to Sister of Brodie, who also ended her lengthy relationship. It sucks, I know. Things will get better. Chins up, young people.
19 September 2002---1:46p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: (still playing TMBG)
YES, my bestest friend in the whole widest of worlds, Meg-Dog, is going to be my Halloween date to TMBG. We are going to wear our costumes and be the hottest chicks there...literally....BURNING HOT. I said I wouldn't be so hot because I'll be wearing HOT PANTS and she reminded me that Hot Pants=HOT...with a capital H. H-O-T. She rocks and we are going to rock, Cyclops Rock, that is.
If anyone needs me to burn them any TMBG stuff, I have it all and I will do it because Meg-Dog made my day. One day only folks.
Baby, check this out, I've got something to say. MAN, IT'S SO LOUD IN HERE. When they stop the drum machine and I can think again...I'LL REMEBER WHAT IT WAS.
19 September 2002---1:31p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: They Might Be Giants "John Henry"
MOTHERFUCK YEAH. They Might Be Giants are playing the Cleveland Agora on Halloween night and I am just going to die or wet my pants or throw up...OR ALL OF THE ABOVE...if someone doesn't go with me. I mean, FUCK, I'll go by myself, but they are my favorite band and I am so going. Plus, I am in love with the guitar player they tour with. THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING DAY EVER.
Last year, I spent Halloween in the Blind Lemon, watching Slymenstra Hyman's really boring freak show and the whole holiday was wasted. This year, I am going to wear my costume to the Agora, see my favorite band, drink beer, and party...even if I have to do it alone. They are so fun live and I have all their albums and this is GREAT NEWS. EVERYBODY CONGA.
19 September 2002---12:24p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: (STILL playing the Hellbillys a day later)
Well, I am officially going to try very hard to never piss off Meg-Dog because her words are like DAGGERS when she's been slighted. I read her very brief last entry and trembled in my boots while thanking the higher powers that I am not John. If I were, I may very well wet myself. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned over and over and over again.
UPCOMING EVENTS:
10/15: Tiger Army and the Damned @ The Agora
10/24: Misfits (not even the Micheal Graves-fronted Neo-Misfits...the way worse Misfits) @ Peabody's
11/5: Reverand Horton Heat @ The Grog Shop
11/9: LOTH, Cowslingers, 8 Ball Grifter @ Lime Spider
11/12: OKGO @ Peabody's
11/20: Hank III @ Beachland Ballroom
Feel free to acompany me to any of these shows. Switchblade can feel free NOT to accompany me to Hank III after last show's EPISODE in which he and the make-up wearing, future homosexual made it very difficult for me to enjoy. Speaking of Switchblade, I just learned that there is a local losery band called "Johnny Psycho and the Switchblade Rockers"...how do you like them apples?
Had a mini-band practice last night. Played one Cramps-style song that I really liked and have been practicing on my own bass (which was tuned by someone who is not ME or BRODIE...HMPH). YIPES...I have to get ready to get final touches on my tattoo.
18 September 2002---1:30p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: (still playing the Hellbillys)
I was all set to say a shitload of uplifting and true things about Brodie, like the following:
---You are NOT unattractive and girls DO want to get close to you, because they've gotten close to you in the past...as close as one of them could with such a big ass.
---Cool girls don't give a motherfuck about money as long as you don't live with your parents or try to live with them.
---Moral ambivilance is a plus. Who the fuck are you trying to kid making it seem like a negative?
---Um, you dress like a GREASER and have a foxy hair-cut. Your fashion sense is your own, therefore, it is stellar.
I was going to say all of these things and mean them but then I noticed that he LIKED MOULIN ROUGE so I can not say them and can no longer really call him a friend because he recommended it...he is just someone I once knew...someone I knew that could drink well that I thought was cool. IT'S LIKE HE'S DEAD. OH THE AGONY.
18 September 2002---12:45p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: Hellbillys "Cavalcade of Perversion"
Rachel and Davey Update: Davey and Rachel are A-OK...in fact, they are better than OK, they're motherfucking great...and in love, I might add. Rachel is smiling for the first time in days and she likes it, but don't tell anyone. Things are looking up and she has a date tonight, not only with Davey, but with Brodie and the Knife as well...to drink cheap beer and watch bad 60's flicks at the Beachland. You have to sometimes wonder if it's worth it for things to get temporarily shitty and confusing because then when things start to look up, they look WAY up, it rocks and you appreciate it more. Enough sap.
In music news:
1. OKGO's debut album came out yesterday and I don't have it yet. This is teh first time in a LONG time that I've been counting down the days for an album. But I guess it doesn't really matter because I wouldn't know where to go to get it anyway.
2. I forgot that the song "Let's Dress Up the Naked Truth" by New Bomb Turks existed. I should shoot myself. I hate my body but I love my suit so come on all you liars and dress up the naked truth. DRESS UP THE NAKED TRUTH. Damn. Their cover of "Summer Romance" by the Rolling Stones is also so worth it.
3. It's only 1:00p and I've already heard TWO Debbie "Deborah" Gibson songs on the radio, including "Out Of the Blue" and "Only In My Dreams". I was really hoping we could hit it out of the park and hear "Electric Youth" but no such luck.
4. Post-Debbie Gibson excitement, I heard "Horse With No Name" by America which just about made me want to slit my wrists (because it is so GOD AWFUL) and then I heard "Time In a Bottle" which just about made me want to slit my wrists (because it is so DEPRESSING).
5. If you haven't already heard the song "Evil" by the Hellbillys, you need to get on that. It is an incredible song.
6. I was thinking about songs I have with people...you know, when you hear something and say Listen, they're playing "our song". I have songs with a lot of people but there are some empty gaps I need to fill. My "our song" list is as follows:
G.G.: "Your Love" by The Outfield
Tessa: "Can't Wait" by Hepcat
Switchblade: "We Are the Number Ones" by Kill The Hippies
Brodie: "Jaan Pehechan Ho" by Mohammad Rafi
I think that's pretty much it. If I don't have a "song" with you, we should really figure that all out because everyone needs to have a "song" with everyone else they know. That way, it broadens the opportunity to say Listen, they're playing "our song", which is very sexy. I have to nap.
16 September 2002---2:13p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: AFI "Answer That and Stay Fashionable"
Allow me to throw this "hypothetical" situation...using the names Davey and Rachel to protect my innocence...out into the void and feel free to get back to me with your thoughts:
Davey and Rachel are dating, in fact, they claim to be "in love". Davey also claims that by the three month mark, which is approaching for the couple, he can predict whether or not it's going to fail and why. Example: he knew at three months that he would eventually break up with his EX, Voo-Doo Woman, because she was miserable and it turn made him miserable. Since Davey and Rachel's big 3 monther is just days away, she asked if he had any thoughts about wether or not he'd be able to make an accurate prediction, to which he corrected her that it is not a prediction, but merely a feeling. Post this correction, he didn't say anything about his "gut feeling", but did say that if they DID end up eventaully breaking up, he would know WHY...but he wouldn't tell Rachel as to not create tension. Tension was created.
Insert Rachel's panic attack here.
For the rest of the sorry-excuse-for-an-evening, she was uptight, stand-offish, and in a la-la land of her own wondering what he was thinking in regards to their obviously impending break-up and why the FUCK wouldn't he tell her, being his partner and all, even if only for 3 months? After trying to concentrate on a Japanese movie with subtitles (no, not Battle Royale) AND trying to figure out the whole demise of her realtionship, Rachel decided to go to bed before the clock even hit 11:00p. Davey wanted to be with her so he, too, went to bed and this gesture was kinda sweet (:blushes) so...she tried to put everything behind her because when a cute boy is in your bed who likes to snuggle, it's tough to be a jerk.
It was much easier to be a jerk in the morning. Rachel told Davey that he had to tell her because she couldn't get her mind off it and that really wasn't fair. What do you think the reason will be IF we break up?. Two uneasy answers came from a very nervous Davey:
1. Distance. Rachel is moving back to Cleveland in May and Davey will still be in Kent. Distance can be a problem...however, Rachel and her EX made distance work for a long time. So all Rachel kept thinking, and is STILL thinking is I knew all along that I was going to move back but it never crossed my mind that it would be a problem. He thinks 45 minutes is enough to end a relationship so it doesn't seem like he really wants to try and AM I GOING TO BE THE ONE MAKING ALL THE EFFORT...AGAIN?????? Am I a "good-enough-for-now" thing????
2. We might have different plans. Well, DUH...we are DIFFERNT PEOPLE and all. But what the fuck does that mean anyway? Rachel tried to get him to ellaborate and all he would really say had to do with a pending job for him in Toledo (puke) and possible jobs in other states for her as well. Rachel seriously thinks this fits under "distance". He said there were other things, but wouldn't ellaborate (Rachel's guess: babies). Either way, he said there was no reason to think too much into it as he had no plans on breaking up...these are just the reasons he thought would cause a break-up if there was one.
Rachel is a woman...she looks too deeply into things...It happens. Rachel kind of flipped out and was upset...cried a little bit because WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS IF THEY'RE JUST GOING TO BREAK UP IN MAY WHEN SHE MOVES OR WHEN HE MOVES TO TOLEDO, IF HE DOES? She's been in bad relationships before and doesn't need to get hurt again. And some people might say she should stick it out because why would she throw away 8 more possibly fantastic months? I'll tell you why...rather, I'll ask a contradictory question: Why would she want to put herself through 8 more months of growing attachment when, according to him, it's just going to end? Why set herself up for hurt...AGAIN? She loves him and he claims to love her but he just doesn't seem to think this thing they're doing would be worth working hard for (if they even MADE IT to May...she never said she planned on marrying the guy).
Main point being that Rachel doesn't want to get hurt and is starting to question if it would just be better to deal with a wound now by acknowledging it and putting a band-aid and ointment on it, letting it heal OR just letting it go so eventaully it festers and fills with pus and you have to amputate a limb, which is much more painful. What is Rachel talking about, you may ask? She doesn't know. She just knows that she woul try to make 45 minutes work and trying to make it work really didn't cross Davey's mind. And there are other things she doesn't really even GET on top of everything else. Why would a guy want to be with a girl if her plans don't coincide with his? That would eventually be enough to END SOMETHING. And there are other things on her mind, too, so she really doesn't need this ...but she's got it and has to decide if she wants to take a chance on 8 more months or just prevent a big hurt.
Rachel is not 16 anymore. She's not in it for the sex, she's not in it just to dick around and pass time. You wouldn't enter a relationship if you knew the date/time of the break-up and it was relatively soon. Who sets themselves up for that kind of shit? Am I blowing this out of proportion because I relaly feel fucking sick.
I'm thinking the worst people.
15 September 2002---2:03p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: No music...sleeping pirate is in the room
Once again, I can't sleep. I'm sad (no to mention STILL in a state of panic) and I don't know why, therefore, I am sitting in front of my computer when I should be sleeping. Pirate followed me in here saying he wasn't sleepy either, yet he passed out on the couch five seconds after saying it. Boys are silly that way. I like to think he just wanted to be close to where I was.
I think I need to go "see someone". I used to "see someone" at the Cleveland Clinic and I'm thinking it's time to make the trip back. I have health insurance...I should use it for something other than surgeries. 82 episodes of Space Ghost Coast To Coast couldn't even cheer me up. I think it all runs so much deeper than cartoons can reach. Meg-Dog has what I have. We are unhappy, wether it's with being sad or being upset.
I want to go to Peabody's on Thursday to see my pals play in their band...it's a silly band but I've only seen them once before and haven't seen the kids in FOREVER. Anyone who would like to go, they're playing with the Vibrators and the Vacancies. I could use a date. Speaking of events, this sounds cool, too, if anyone is interested in attending at the Beachland Tavern...I couldn't quite figured out if girls are banned but I don't care. If I wanna go, I'll go: Wed. Sept. 18 STAG PARTY. Mr. Fishtruck’s pulling out his ‘60s girlie flicks, offering cheap beer and encouraging cigar smoking tonight. He’ll be cranking up our video monitors in the tavern, showing classic spicy flicks like "Kiss Me Quick," the first adult rock & roll monster movie and "Nude on the Moon," where lucky astronauts find a nudist camp on the moon. 9:30 PM, FREE!
Maybe I should try and sleep before I go looking for pointy objects with which to slice my wrists.
14 September 2002---5:44p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Ignite "A Place Called Home"
Well, I hope you all enjoyed your Friday the 13th (and the murder, guts, and gore that go along with it), especially if you spent it at the last party ever at this domain. I don't want that to come across sounding threatening, as I had planned on this being the last bash way before the fact. I didn't plan on having a Halloween party after 2 consecutive and successful horror themed shin-digs, there's really no need for any kind of X-Mas party as that's a busy enough time as it is...and my GOD, I am NOT throwing a birthday party for myself as that always turns into a mockery. I'm going to try and book my own birthday show (cause we love to rock) but that's months away.
Point is, no more parties here...I think this one was a successful finale to a slew of mass drunken behavior what with my broken ankle, a visit from the cops, and guest of honor, Andy "Axl" Campbell. Andy likes Journey and so do I. I like to sing Joruney songs with Andy. But not as much as I like it when pirate dances with me to the Stray Cats. And I probably don't like dancing with pirate and singing Journey with Andy as much as Meg likes the movie Battle Royale. On her command, we had to all show our appreciation for it, including me and pirate and a drunk and disorderly Andy .
I like to party. I like to get down. I like to unwind and that's what I'm doing tonight with 82 episodes of Space Ghost. Bet you wish you were me, suckers.
P.S. I don't know if these links will work as I don't think Meg-Dog has completed the picture process. But when she does, they'll be ready. You'll get a wider and more entertaining varity if you visit her .
13 September 2002---9:55a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Demented Are Go "Live and Rockin'
Paul Cox was having doubts that he was still in the running to be one of my future husbands...oh, he is. He IS the running...he is the LEAD DOG and all you other dogs are forced to SNIFF HIS ASS because, as the T-shirt says Unless you're the lead dog, THE VIEW NEVER CHANGES. And do you all know WHY Paul Cox is the lead dog? If you don't, I'd venture to guess that you're blind. Take a look at that MOTHERFUCKING HUGE SKULL on my page. Marvel in it's horror. Bask in it's evil. And then pan the camera over to me, as I am dancing around the room, screaming like a little girl on Christmas. I am in love with Paul Cox. I am in love with the skull. I will call him Paulo...in hornor of both Paul Cox and Italy because that, my friends, is an Italian skull.
In more horrific news...HAPPY FRIDAY THE MOTHERFUCKING 13th. I really should be doing party prepping stuff but I'm blogging because I had to pay respect to Paul "I know where to find one spooky and evil skull" Cox. My house looks spooky, cooky, and all together FUCKING BAD-ASS so...be there or be slaughtered in your sleep by demons that steal your breath. Am I getting out of control or what?
Footnote: I feel poorly for Meg-Dog for a specific reason that youc an either ask her about of check out her blog for. So, since she is down, we must make her party her troubles away. We have a goal people...let's get on it. ALSO...let us not forget that we are celebrating death, destruction, and G.G.'s new job and big, cancer-free vagina.
By the way, if anyone would like to bring a cheap bottle of something, or HELL, an expensive bottle of something, or treats or beer or whatever...feel free but let me know what you intend to bring so I don't bring it. I mean, supply it. ARGH...is it time to party of what?????
11 September 2002---9:05p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: (STILL playing Os Catalepticos)
I Was a Teenage Marriage Proposal Reject
PsychoPuss: Switchblade...if I'm not married by the time I'm 31, will you marry me?
Switchblade: what if i'm married?
PP: Then you can't unless we live in Provo
S: utah is gay. i don't think i'm the marrying type
PP: Yes......but ploygamey is fair game there. Fine. I'll ask someone else. Someone who's more of a rocker
S: LIKE WHO? nobody and i mean NOBODY is more of a rocker than me
PP: A real rocker would marry me
S: maybe i'll change my mind
PP: Forget it. Too late
I bet pirate would marry me. But then he'll want babies. I bet Brodie will marry me and NOT want babies and WILL want to see other people. BINGO.
11 September 2002---8:10p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: (still playing Os Catalepticos)
I need some Paxil.
11 September 2002---7:48p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Os Catalepticos "Zombification"
Yeah, so, I got a response to my resume today to be a domestic violence specialist. The letter made it very clear that I have not yet been offered a position but that all employees, interns, and volunteers go through the same training which takes place this Saturday for 8 hours, followed by two more 4 hour sessions, and an 8 hour shift. I do not get paid for any of this training hoo-ha and then I'm not ever guaranteed that they'll want to employ me...but I guess I can put the fact that I'm trained to do this job on my resume. Either way, the job is only for 1 shift a week which really wouldn't cramp my rocking/educational lifestyle too badly. My Mom didn't seem very excited, which upsets me. I'm quite frazzled by the whole thing because I keep wondering Does this mean I actually have to start an adult and responsible life? Does this demean my credibility as a rocker? Why did I pic this major? I should have picked art...or music...or anything else but this and this LETTER just seals the deal. However,I would like to have some money in my paw, I'll tell you that much. I still owe Brodie 18 bones...
Speaking of Brodie, Mr.Sourface himself kissed a good looking girl last night. Let's hear it for him. YEE-FUCKING-HAW, now get that boot out of yer ass and HOP TO IT.
I made a random phone call today to an ex-friend just to see what the haps was in his life and lo and behold, he answered, we chatted, and he wants to stop by tomorrow. I just wanted to talk on the phone. Does this mean I have to straighten up my house? Should I have beverages to offer? Should I have non-ALCOHOLIC beverages to offer? I don't know...I think I'm just in a panic. I wish the pirate would get here. He'll probably only care that his "Vincent Price Shrunken Head Kit" came. I don't have any apples so he can't make one.
Is 9/11 OVER YET? I'm sick of this depressing TV and radio bullshit. Thank GOD I don't have channels over here. Party...Friday...boys and girls of all ages will be here...and I will be in a state of panic. No liquor for me. No candy corn either. KTH and ST at the Mantis on Saturday. Liquor and candy corn for all.
10 September 2002---1:05p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Demented Are Go "Live and Rockin'"
You how some people say I believe that there is some good in everyone? Well, I think it's a crock. I think that if ANYTHING is true, it's that there is some EVIL or, if evil is too strong of a word for you, some BADNESS in everyone, and that the people that actually posess any minimal goodness at all are so few and far between that it's like a holocaust and they might as well be exterminated because they'll never make it. Try that on for size.
In case anyone needs a refresher, here is an updated list of The Qualities a Man Must Possess In Order To Marry Me, Eventhough I Don't Want To Get Married:
1. Architect (or seriously interested in architecture)
2. Large hands with long fingers
3. Hates pineapple, pretzles, AND peanut butter (no exceptions)
4. Dark hair (preferably black...no facial hair other than sideburns)
5. Skinny, tattooed and tall (2 out of 3: and this means 6' or over, Brodie, so you're disqualified)
6. Plays an instrument (bongos, jaw harp, spoons excluded)
7. Must have a middle name or exceptionally interesting first name
8. Must have read "The Bell Jar" and/or "Cathcher In the Rye" for personal enjoyment.
9. Can walk on his hands and/or do a back/front flip
10. Thinks Marilyn Monroe was unattractive (a la she resembled a corpse even while alive)
11. Drinks Miller Lite, High Life, MGD, or Milwaukee's Beast as a first choice
12. Does not want to reproduce OR, if accidental pregnancy occurs, will tell me I am sexy and that I rock through my whole pregnancy, followed by taking full responsibility of said infant and leaving the state I live in for the rest of eternity
I've decided that the person I marry will meet 8 of the criteria because that will really weed out what I consider the "slim-pickings". I'm starting to get worried about my ability to "pick the winners".
Party Friday...and as Meg-Dog (who is NOT EVEN EXCITED about said party, which makes me WEAP openly) stated in her blog: Be there or else, jerks. We have a goal to make sure that the Knife doesn't pass out until Friday the 13th is technically over. It's good to have goals.
9 September 2002---5:04p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Rudimentary Peni "EPs of RP"
I would really like to be blogging to my brand spanking new Demented Are Go live CD but NO...pirate snatched it up and took off with it. I swear, you really can't trust pirates, it's not just a myth they put in the movies. Luckily, my dude Switchblade made me the tunes I'm rocking out to now and they are equally as kick-ass as my D.A.G CD...or at least I think it is as I wouldn't know because it was STOLEN by a PIRATE days ago without being listened to by me, the owner.
And back by popular demand...THE FUCKING FOG MACHINE. That's right pin-up gals and ghouls...since we recently decided that we would have a party on Friday to celebrate not only the eerieness of the date at hand (though we must remember that on Friday the 13th, it gets bad, but on Saturday the 14th, it's worse), but G.G.'s new job working with blood as well, I thought that the fog machine's grand comeback was in order. So be ready to rock, roll, and get your drink on people (um, I mean that like GET YOUR DRINK ON, you crazy people not like Come over and spill your drink ON people). The fun doesn't stop until someone pukes on someone else...and then the terror begins.
I saw "Midnight Skater" last night and almost wet my pants. If you want to wet your pants too, or in some people's cases, AGAIN, then you will just have to be at the premier: SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 28th at 8:00p at the NORTH WATER STREET GALLERY here in Kent, OH. Come one come all and experiene the terror of what happens when you give some crazy kids with ake blood reign over the campus.
Brodie wrote a ucking kick-ass article about Fast Eddie's for our new 'zine, but I'm still not steady on the name. I don't think it flows. However, I do like the concept of it centering around pin-up girls/bombshells and monsters (just think hookers and monster trucks), and I want people to dress up like dead celebrities for the covers. I think the money shot from "Resevoir Dogs" would be a good one and of course, dead White Stripes. I'm going to burn CDs for Brodie now since I practically pissed myself at his mercy once again.
7 Septembr 2002---2:43p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: "I Know You're Fucking Ready Vol.1"
I find it profoundly interesting that "I Know You're Ready" by Le Shok and "I Don't Care" by Black Flag (which are back to back on the compilation I made for Switchblade because I alphabetize songs to get a good mix) are both 1:01 long. Pretty effed up, that's what I say. I'd also like to note that I fall more and more in love with the song "Subcultural Girl" by Nekromantix everytime I hear it. I will always regret that I didn't get to see them play with Tiger Army and Lords of the Highway. I'm sure I have regrets that are more prominent.
I've been so fucking lazy today but it's because I'm trying to give my body a break before I go to FSSU at the Mantis. I'm really starting to think my body hates me so I'm trying to treat it with a little more respect. Speaking of treating things with respect, after yesterday's scare of thinking Elvis', my pain in the ass Guinea Pig, eyes were missing (yes, I thought her eyes had actually rotted out of her head, but it turned out she was just dehydrated and they were gooey), I am trying to fatten her up with treats and the like. I really don't want her to die but I don't want her either. I went a long with a bad idea, end of story.
I'm waiting for word on Meg-Dog's trip to the doctor to deal with her West Nile virus or what not. I hope she's alright because she really wanted to rock out tonight, and I enjoy nothing more than rocking out with her. But if she can't, we will drink in her honor and cross our fingers that her antibiotics (and our alcohol) do not cause vomiting.
Alrighty, I promised Brodie I would have some CDs burned for him by tonight and I really need to clean my bathroom and hook my body up with a shower. Maybe I'll see some of ya'll tonight...and GOD HELP ME, I have to stop having dreams about Kim Nekroman...they are bad dreams. Nightmares. But very heroin sheik.
6 September 2002---2:15p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: They Might Be Giants "No"
Brodie is killing the flies that have taken over my life, much like the bees of early spring. Now, don't get me wrong: the flies are not based on dirt and filth (note: I cleaned my room while Brodie read my dirty stories that are supposed to spice up your love life. My love life doesn't need spicing. Hell, I left the pirate show during Sexual Tension to release some "sexual tension" of my own in a bathroom). Brodie seems to have discovered (yes, he confirmed it) that they are crawling in between the window panels while very tiny and taking over the upstairs. They will die a violent death...in fact, they are dying a violent death via notebook and anger.
On a less death-concerned note, Meg-Dog has a new blog...rhyme...and it just reminds me of how mine is not nearly evil and gorey enough...which is my fault. I can't find skulls or poison that I like and I'm not creative enough to make it as violent and evil as I would like. Meg's blog is very toasty and very her...though I don't think of her as a lime green person so much as a powder blue or light pink girl.
The last pirate show kind of ended is diaster only to be reborn again at the Mantis. I guess the Avenue didn't pay their water bill (therefore, no drafts, no cheap pitchers, and a bunch of beer on ice...which I didn't quite get. Did they not pay their electric bill either?) and had a chain against a back door which was a fire hazard and earned them a ticket. We were ushered out and drunkedly stumbled to the Mantis...minus a few Outsiders who had to get up early for school, work, etc. God, it was a good show all around excpet for when my EXs new side-project played and I just felt like I shouldn't be there. Why? I don't know because when the pirates played, I knew I was exactly where I should be. They will missed, those nutty pirates, but I guess if you've got to move to Japan, you've got to move to Japan. People are much smarter there...smarter than me, anyway. Good luck, Captain Tom...success all around. You will be missed. There are pictures from the whole night and if I can figure out a way to scan them to my site, I will because some are cute, some are scary, some are gorey, and there are a lot of people doing their best to look "piratey", which was the theme of the evening.
I'm hopinh to spend some time in Cleveland tonight after a LONG, LONG nap because I've been here far too long, my gang ALWAYS comes out here, and I've going to rock out once again tomorrow at the Mantis...FSSU hardcore-style with Switchblade. So, a change of pace may be in order. Speaking of change of pace, lip ring is gone and labret stud is it. Brodie hates it. Fuck him, that's what I say. NAP TIME.
OH, by the way, G.G. is A-OK after her surgery (though she can have nothing in her vagina for four weeks...not even a banana OR a trombone) AND she is a new employee of the CLeveland Clinic making a wopping 17.27 an hour with full benefits. She is totally taking me out to dinner WITH drinks.
3 September 2002---1:28p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: White Stripes "Fell In Love With a Girl"...indirectly, fuck-faces!!
I am totally in love with the guitar playing kitten . Too bad he's pretending to be Jack White. If the White Stripes were kittens that traveled with a mosh pit, I might let this song grow on me. However, I hate the White Stripes so they should just burn in Hell.
3 September 2002---12:44p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: They Might Be Giants "Mink Car"
I AM AN UTTER MORON and I blame it all on my UTERUS and the hormones involved within that make me do and/or say retarded things!!! I would like to clear a thing or two up and say that my witty friend Sarukame is, in fact, a boy...a boy with a PENIS that I somehow mistook for a vagina. Now, don't get me wrong...I have not seen any of the previously mentioned "parts"...I've just been refering to HE as a she...I think. WHOOPS! And you know, I should have known better because Well, fuck me Doris... is just too clever to be written by a girl. We all know how I feel about the female of the species...myself excluded. Sorry over there. Enjoy your penis!
Today I saw leaves falling out of trees and I thought, Hmmmm...looks like Fall is coming as the leaves are all turning colors. I now officially feel 1800 years old...admiring the leaves??? Ugh! Today I am going to admire records as I hit every thrift shop in town with Brodie until I find some worthy records at prices that make me feel like a theif...like the .60 Replacements records that I got for Switchblade. I'll let him buy me a beer at the last Pirates show as repayment for the feat of getting out of bed, into my car, and driving to get them when I could have been ten steps closer to my desired state of "coma".
I need new music. I need Demented Are Go to show up at my door...the CD, not the band because then I would urinate all over myself and probably scream in terror and pass out. If I can't find Demented Are Go...because I live in Ohio which is a fascist state...a fascist state that I love, but it deprives me of records...then I will just have to get Rudimentary Peni. Yee-to-the-motherfucking-haw!!!
I'll be in Killoumbus until Thursday, circa Pirate show so don't expect any witty banter from me until them.
2 September 2002---11:55p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: (pirate is still passed out so music would be rude)
My crew of pallies over at Delirious said some pretty damn funny stuff about my bloddy and evil blog that I would like to share with you. It was virtually side-splitting and now I most certainly need more skulls and I was reminded of their beauty, practicality, and the all over evilness they would bring to my blog:
First, SaruKame said: Well fuck me, Doris...PsychoPuss done linked us, so I added her to the links list. Ah, the joys of reciprocal linking. This practically made me fall out of my chair and I will be lifting the line Well fuck me, Doris... and using it whenever I can.
This hoot-and-a-half was ollowed by something SaruKame wrote that I think Switchblade should pay attention to: And yes, your font color is a very intimidating shade of red. Red like blood, bloody skulls and blood-filled poison, but everyone can do with more skulls. Skulls are nice. Did you hear that, Switchy??? RED. BLOOD FUCKING RED.
Lastly, Iyoko topped it all off with: Yeah, skulls are nice. They keep your head from collapsing inwards. Plus, they make nice mugs. It ended with a very evil emoticon. These gals know and appreciate evil and know that EVERYONE NEEDS MORE SKULLS...AND POISON, so for FUCK'S SAKE, DORIS, send me some SKULLS.
Red skulls would be really nice.
2 September 2002---11:13p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: (no music...bedtime for pirates who drank 12 beers)
I'm being raped of sleep so I decided to blog, since my site has been empty for two days. I know it seems early to be trying to sleep but I really am wrecked as far as being tired goes as it has been a long and alcohol doused weekend. I have stuff on my mind though and it's keeping me awake...so this entry may be boring as it's just jabber to make me sleepy. And I don't have my glasses on so there may be errors. Fuck it.
Switchblade is back from Wisconsin and he didn't even THANK ME for tipping him off about the fact that track 7 on disc 1 of the Slumber Party Massacre mixes was "Red River of Blood" by Os Catelepticos...and I was going to burn "Zombification" for him. Hmph. And, in regards to August 31st entry (which has been added to the Anarchyive), he also said that not only is my blog PINK (ARGH, MOTHERFUCKER, ARGH), but it is both foo-foo pink and 10-year-old dear diary pink. Welcome back, fucker. (I'll forgive him as he is my date to the last pirate show ever...see bottom for details...about the show...not about Switchblade being my date).
Met pirate's Mom yesterday (which made me itch my neck half the way there out of nervousness. I'm shy if you hadn't guessed) and then went to the Dirty Bottom Boys farewell show at the Beachland. Drank at Brodie's pre-show...then in the van...then at the club. I drank too much and I danced too much and never got my pictures with the singer who resembled Elvis. Farewell, indeed, boys.
I crashed at the Knife's house and didn't want to do ANYTHING when I woke up besides drink something that WAS NOT BEER. This is all really boring, I'm sure, but I'm trying to wear myself out. I skipped Sugar's entirely, went to my Mom's with 3/4 of my dudes, ate (my Dad force-fed them steak until the basically popped), went to Tessa Marie's and watched TV, ate...whatever. It was a relaxing but uneventful day...I even drew what I think was a damn good picture entitled "Evil Tessa Marie", which I may want to paint for myself. AND I am going to paint another picture for Switchblade that is less gorey that "Scorch Cake Splatter Fest"...but still evil. I like to paint evil stuff.
Speaking of evil, Paul Cox said if I want more skulls on my site, I have to e-mail them to him. I can't find any cool skulls so someone, e-mail me some. This site needs more skulls like Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" needs more cowbell...STAT.
LAST PIRATE SHOW, this Thursday at the Avenue in Kent with Lester, Sexual Tension, and other bands not worth mentioning. ARGH MOTHERFUCKER ARGH. Be there or walk the PLANK.
