out with the faint, in with the deftones.

http://www.knifeparty.org

there will be no more new posts here, strictly archives.

i can’t believe that i’ve had this domain for 7 years. #rip

i’ve always heard about it, but i’ve never given it the time of day.

it hurt to pull myself away from the television today, for normal, social activities.

since i’m new to netflix, i’m about to see if it’s there. if not, i’ve noticed it on two channels…  i was watching it on IFC today…

i’m assuming it’s one of those cult followed shows…. and i’ve totally been sucked in.

…enough of this whole website thing, onto my show hunt.

i got some new ink on the left arm while i was in salt lake citayyyy… (yes, i realize that i need a better picture of her/it…)
she’s kind of large, and brown haired instead of blonde (ew… blondes. also: i just hate yellow ink in my tattoo’s… sorry, donny<3)

most importantly, i FINALLY GOT A DONNY MILLER TATTOO

thanks jake! (of the amazing cathedral tattoo)

since she’s taken up so much space with the size of her, i’m committing to a half sleeve. this way i can bring together my existing anchor and the next/last thing planned for the inside of my arm.

then the next and last adventure in tattooing myself: my right thigh. enough talking about it, two years in the making in my noodle…  i must have the fancy ass frame drafted along with the portrait that i have planned.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

so the following came up in twitter conversation today, and i realized it was never posted on my website.

a) because i’d like to forget that night with every fiber of my being, but i can’t…
and b) it happened right before i started using ptd.org again in 2008. (i used this image (me, during the night in question #doublefisting) as the header on the first two layouts.   the DF’ing would explain a lot of my issues that night.)

anyways.

so i had just come home from a vacation in cancun with missy the day before, and i was super amazingly psyched that the bouncing souls were playing ON my birthday.  i mean, they’ve been my favorite band since i was like 16… what are the odds!  …and after an amazing week in mehico with one of my favorite amigas???  WHAT?!  #best

no… #worst

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i was at mcdonalds and ordered chicken nuggies. the chick gave me a burger instead AND they put mayo on it. i got super pissed and grabbed the chick behind the counter by the ears and violently shook her head. i kept on saying “I TOLD YOU I’M ALLERGIC TO EGGS!!!” all pissed off in her face.

o_o

there were quite a few cute pieces from the etsy shop of janine basil that i liked, but these were my favorites. i don’t think i’d rock ‘em because i don’t like headbands… but i feel like it’s in the same vein as a lot of cute things i like… perhaps if they were bows, it’d be a different story

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i finally sat down and watched “the lovely bones” this week.

i remember when i had first heard about how it was going to be made into a movie, i instinctively cringed for a second. i really loved this book. butttt, i was also really curious as to how they would depict heaven. i thought that they wouldn’t be able to pull it off, but honestly – they did. it was gorgeous.

i remember reading the book and crying on the train like an idiot within the first two chapters. i must have looked crazy, but it was so sad. i ended up crying so much more watching the movie than reading the book. marky mark is so good<3 (YES I STILL AND WILL ALWAYS CALL HIM THAT)

if you haven’t already seen the movie, i suggest reading the book first. i mean, usually that’s the case with me, lol. (and i’m sure many people) but seriously, the way i imagined her heaven compared to the movie was really something.

client: “on custom embroidery page, remove word after your and before items”

a) it doesn’t indicate where on the full page of content where the revision is and/or how many instances of it may exist in the page.
b) it turns out it’s a sentence that reads: “We will custom embroider your own items or items you purchased through us.”

THEY COULDN’T HAVE JUST SAID REMOVE THE WORD “OWN”?

i woke up last morning to what sounded like someone trying to punch in my window.  of course, it being about 6:30AM and coming out of a deep sleep, i had no idea wtf was going on.  i thought my apartment was being broken into.  i couldn’t find the cat until i heard the dreaded sound again.  and then i saw his fat body on the other side of the blinds standing up and hitting the window.

he and a stray cat have become mortal enemies and have battles through the window.

yes, they actually physically go at each other on the glass.

assholes…

i couldn’t fall back to sleep for a good hour after that

like, how hard did the outside cat come at oscar that he woke me up? i hope he’s okay because it was loud, lol.

last night i had a dream i was in a steel barn? so i looked it up… go figure. (on point.)
specifically, i remember there was a baby cow and a mama cow that i had really loved, and i was super worried about them the entire time. they survived the entire thing.

woof, the storm passing was so scary and loud.

Tornados
To see a tornado in your dream, suggests that you are experiencing some extreme emotional outbursts and temper tantrums. Is there a situation or relationship in your life that may be potentially destructive?

To dream that you are in a tornado, means that you are feeling overwhelmed and out of control. Your plans will be filled with much complications and you will be met with a series of disappointments.

To see several tornadoes in your dream, represent people around you who are prone to violent outbursts and shifting mood swings. It may also symbolize a volatile situation or relationship.

Cow
To see a cow in your dream, symbolizes your passive and docile nature. You obey others without question. Alternatively, a cow represents maternal instincts or the desire to be cared for. For some cultures, the cow represents divine qualities of fertility, nourishment and motherhood.

ONE WEEK UNTIL I’M BACK IN SALT LAKE CITY<3333

recent purchases post! (i’m trying… lol)

i have always purchased these cheerleader shorts because of how comfy they are, and i found these prints on amazon.com.  i didn’t even realize they made printed ones because modell’s (where i usually buy them) only has solids, but i search amazon for random shit all the time and was pleasantly surprised

no idea what made me buy the teal tunic, because i never dress like a girl, but i saw it months ago and never got it and finally caved. now i need a cute belt so that i can actually wear it… it reminds me of some shit my mom would have worn in the 80′s. it’s super cheap and feels kinda gross, though. it’s all nylon or polyester or some shit…

i have been on a TOMS kick, so i got those red shoes. i have another pair of the stone-wash ones and i like the texture/colour, so i got those instead of the solids.

the tshirt was $7 on ebay, how could i even pass that up?! it’s so 1990′s, lol… i love it.

i just had my favorite aunts rings on (she passed away) and we had the same small size ring finger… it looked so pretty on my hand.

when she was alive, she always said i had the prettiest hands.  every time i would see her, she’d grab them and hold them and smile<3

i had it on top of my rosary ring…  and i thought to myself that it looked so pretty.  then i got all depressed because i don’t feel like i’m ever going to be lucky enough to get married and rock a beautiful ring.  i feel like my beautiful, dainty little ring finger will go to waste.  man, i hate it when this shit sneaks up on me like this.

usually i don’t even think of things like this.  maybe seeing my cousin who is a week younger than me having her first child and getting married saturday hit me a little?

dahhhh #worst

having her ring on also made me really miss her
this was my aunt carol<3333 oh, she fancy!

i can’t wait to watch the prints grow! this is such a cute idea
these are vinyl stickers for your ikea furniture!

visit the website here!

i just got out of the shower a little while ago, and i was about to turn around and go put mousse in my hair, when my spidey senses started tingling (pun intended).  i turned around from the computer and under my bed was a HUGE (medium sized) spider.  just staring, chillin… i don’t know what he was doing.  when you think about it, he was really just sitting on death row about to be executed.

so i wear flip flops around the house, and still i find that a little too thin of a line to smash a huge spider…  but i knew i wasn’t sleeping if i didn’t murder that bastard right then and there.  so i shoved my foot in and slid.  and apparently… i missed. 

first thing i think of after looking at the bottom of my gutless flip flop:

i was in immediate denial, and then i thought i may have hallucinated the damn thing…  and finally i thought to myself, “oh fuck this, i won’t be able to sleep tonight if i don’t find this thing”.  so i went on my hunt.  i poked boxes underneath with the broom, hit boxes around, sent the cat underneath, lifted the mattress, couldn’t find it.  i nearly gave up when i thought to check behind the headboard.  and there was the little fucker in the corner.

actual dialogue from the murder: (note: i was nude, with only a tough face and a turbie twist on.)

“oh, there you are, you little fuck.  oh yeah, you little fuck? you think you’re fucking smarter than me? FUCK YOU!!!”

then i got a can of raid and tried to drown it, but it did absolutely nothing but slow it down a little…  and it started walking towards me and i smashed it to smithereens.

let’s just hope it didn’t have any friends or family that witnessed the bloodbath that ensued.

when i was a teenager, sophie and i started venturing out on our own into the city to hang out.  mostly with javie…  but we used to roam the streets of the village for hours.

this was always my favorite street<3

i decided to go shopping tonight.  i found a pair of pants i was dying for on karmaloop, but the brand sizing always runs different.  i usually wear a 7, and i actually own them in a 5, 7, even a 10…  and they all fit the same, so i have to try them on.  and these were in european sizes so i felt all sorts of fucked… i had to flag down the owner for help…

the store didn’t carry the size i need for the particular style i was looking for.  in fact, i was only one size over :(  woe is me, not meant to be.  (i couldn’t get them over my fat thighs/ass) but the shop owner then handed me another pair…  (mainly just to try them on so that i could go home and order the pants i had wanted from karmaloop) BUT!  the ones that he had handed me ended up being the same large, leopard print in another colour.  and i fell in love with them…. AND they were half off! so i said fuck it, and snagged them.

i decided to go try to buy some more TOMS from some place near W4th called rugged sole and as soon as i asked for a 7.5, homedude worker shot me right down.  says that they don’t get them from size 7 and larger. ??? WTF?

i was like dude, i have an average size foot why wouldn’t they carry that for people? and he didn’t have an answer for me.  so with my head drooping in sadness, i walked out and decided to go for a walk.  i decided scenery, humidity and some starbucks would suffice…  i got them good shots of gay st above, and some other side streets and stuff.  my hands were full from shopping bags so i only snapped what i specifically wanted. it was kind of a mini-goal.

i couldn’t help thinking about how i’m not one of those people that likes to do things like that on their own…  i know i’m not codependent either, but it’s just nicer having someone to share it with.  i would have definitely been out there for an extra two hours, just strolling and wandering, if i hadn’t been alone…  :\

i got a little lost, found a starbucks and was back en route via waverly and found my way home.

i would never want to live in the city other than in the east village, especially right around there.  all of the buildings are filled with personality and they’re so cozy.  the streets are quiet, lined with trees, fancy gates, pretty flower boxes and stoops…  i love it.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!!!

i don’t know which one to buy

the monster jammies are adorable but i kind of think they’re a bit much… and i like both clear cases but i bought a white iphone, so then i’m like “why buy a blue case?” …but i love the shade of blue it is…

someone make the decision for me lol

so my upstairs neighbor (the one that i was caring for months ago) always has bootleg flicks so i remembered she at one time had “black swan”, so i figured i’d finally give in and watch it…

i mean i get it, but …………….. wtf?

yeah yeah, the sex scene was hot. but i’ve had that image of mila in that position burned in my brain since that 70′s show came out…  nothing new.

also: barbara hershey looks like a fucking monster! (the mother) – what in gods name did she get plastic surgery for? yuck!

if i could take my 108 minutes back, i would.

go check out the amazingly talented av’s new website that i built for him!
<3

i absolutely loved this article and the quote below brought tears back to my eyes: (and it makes me want to go to the home opener so badly, but i will def. be crying if i do… the emotions will be high there that game.)

“Nevertheless, I know I am not the only one who had been looking forward to the Rangers home opener, and hearing the announcer say, “Number Ninety-four, Derek Boooooooooooogaaaaard,” and watching him step onto the ice, a battleship among the swifter, more diminutive members of the fleet.” – alec wilkinson

a. the white iphone – i held onto my stupid 3G for as long as i could because i’m not a frivolous spender and i’m a huge believer of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”.  buttttttttttt… it broke, lol.  it started freezing up on me at random times and i couldn’t even hard reset or shut the damn thing off.  and everything was running slow as shit, so i upgraded this weekend.
b. sean avery (naked) – (more info) he’s one of my favorite rangers. i constantly get shit for it, but whatever. as much as i am a #16 on the ice fan, he’s also vurrrry hot. so when i saw that it was available on a shirt, you bet your bottom i was grabbing one… #UNF.
c. face to face/strung out – two of my favorite 90′s pop punk bands together. i can’t even describe the joy that wednesday night will be. i have never seen strung out AND i didn’t even know they were playing with face to face until i went to purchase the tickets. i can’t even contain myself.
d. the bouncing souls – steve and i bought tickets to the souls shows this summer. they’re playing four nights in a row, but we bought for two nights. my favorite live souls album is “…my summer vacation” – it’s so much fun live, so we got tickets to that night and for the hopeless romantic/self titled night.
e. TOMS – i always wanted to buy myself a pair of these shoes, but i never knew how they fit, so i never ordered them online… (go a half-size up #FYI) so when i was in utah, i was on a hunt for them and i finally got them. even though they’re flat, they’re super comfy and never hurt my feet.  i also have small, wide feet, so they’re perfect for me. they’re very versatile style-wise, which i love. they’re not super casual looking, so i can get away wearing them out at night.
f. deep conditioning pantene for curly hair – my hair is curly, heavy, thick and unruly. i’m always on the look out for new products to try to tame this mane, and i stumbled upon this on sale at the store…  i’ve only been using it for a week, but i have noticed that my curls are tighter.  i always air-dry my hair, and it’s usually all bunched up tight on my head into clips while it’s drying.  my hair is so heavy, that if i don’t do that at the roots, my hair just gets weighed down. and all blah – like the curls will just start halfway down my head, it’s weird. and this is happening a lot more because i’m letting my hair grow out long again.
g. octopus clips – my hair breaks hair clips… not even shitting you.  i’ve broken three of my favorite clips in the last two months, and (of course) they stopped making the clips that i use…  i’ve been on the hunt for new ones. not too large/long and not too small.  ones with the rubber grips are the best. so i bought this octopus jammies, and they are awesome.  they hold my hair, and a great deal of it, without a hitch.

lol, i tried

i follow a few rad “fashion” blogs, and i try not to sit here judging or complaining others (but oh yeah, it’s my website, so i can!), but i can’t stand most “fashion” blogs.  i could give a rats ass about most fashion, nor do i give a shit about things that neither the blog author or i could ever afford, and then i just get pissed off at culture crossovers.  (punk snob alert!) i miss the days of tattooed, pierced, hair-dyed people being misunderstood, unaccepted  and it all not being mainstream (see what i mean here, lol – i thought it was a good/funny example). anyways, the ones i do adore and follow are usually about kick ass jewelry, urban street wear fashion, sneakers, graff, girls that talk about gully/real shit, and girls that could kick your ass (while wearing the same docs they were rocking 13 years ago – WITHOUT FUCKING FLOWERS OR HELLO KITTY ON THEM.)

back to the point…  whenever i read the kick ass websites run by the ladies that i love, i see how easy it is to post about day to day things: kitchy/fun things, cool new clothing brands, beauty stuff, online shopping, etc. and i’m all like “duh, i can do that!”.  i worry about boring whoever does read this website because i’m usually complaining about some personal bullshit, or posting about things that i find hysterical that i’m not even sure you guys do… lol.  so i’m always looking to post some new type of content…

whenever i’m all inspired to go post about things like this,  i then realize that i use the same three colours of nail polish, i dye my hair a lot (mostly always purple for touch-ups), i only really wear white v-necks/wife beaters and tight pants, and my hair is always styled the same.  i don’t like sharing my favorite online stores (FIND YOUR OWN >:( !!!), and for gods sake, i got super excited two weeks ago coming home with 2 new ranger jerseys and four new rangers tshirts… i have a ring going through the inside of my nose and i have tattoo’s of  chuck norris and bacon strips – i mean, i really don’t think i appeal to many women in the fashion inspiration department…. lol.

but i’m gonna try anyhoo. so either you’ll be bored out of your mind, or i dunno – maybe you’ll try something i use/buy? (i highly doubt this.)

i also doubt this will hold up for more than a month.

it was the friday the 13th special at three king’s ($13 tattoo’s) and they were doing a special fundraiser for japan.  they were sending all of the money they made over to japan for support to the earthquake/tsunami victims.  the tattoos ended up being japanese themed this time around, and i was worried that i wasn’t going to like any of them.  (you can click and zoom in to see the entire sheet with more detail).  but i was figured the creative minds over there at three kings would come up with a great sheet, and that they did.

i ended up being stuck between the paper lantern, the fan and the origami crane.  i didn’t want another tattoo that was primarily yellow so i went against the fan and i thought that the crane was cuter than the lantern…  i thought it was going to be smaller than what it is, but i love the size of it.  and the placement as well.  my super handsome artist that did it, made it look beautiful.  it’s so much cleaner/less playful than my other tattoos.  i really like that.

i refer to it as my “mature looking tattoo”, lol.

jes got the hello kitty tattoo, super cute.

jes and i waited last friday the 13th for like 5.5 hours and never got tattoos because of how crowded it gets over there at three kings… it sucked.  so this year we went “early” to ensure that we got some new ink. can’t wait for the next one, in stinking january, lol.

last week at work (rip), i was working on a crime scene cleanup website that also serviced “hoarders” houses for cleanup. digging around a bit more, i found some affiliate website that serviced cleaning of hoarders homes… this was a “helpful hint” on that website:

“Don’t try to get rid of your children’s favorite things before the move – even if it makes it easier. Kids sometimes have a hard time dealing with the change of the move itself.”

when i was a kid, we moved to the bronx with my mothers ex-boyfriend and it only lasted a year. it was dramarama! we “needed to skidaddle out of there, asap” and my mother left aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawl of my toys there in a storage room in the basement. since we weren’t supposed to stay there long, my toys never even left the boxes when we got there. i think that the only toys that i had out were my NES, my pillow people and stuffed animals on display on my bed.

i had EVERYTHING: she-ra, popples, jem, little people, my little pony, lady lovely locks, strawberry shortcake, sweet secrets, keypers, fraggles, rainbow brite, my punky brewster doll, etc.

and then, *poof*, gone.

keep that hint in mind, it’s very true! i held that with me for years. it was horrible traumatizing, and definitely made my moving life even harder. when i was a kid, i moved around 10 times before we settled into a place when i was turning 14. every time i got comfy enough, we were packing up again. i tried to keep all that i could with me, but not much survived.

i think i would have kept a lot of those items, if not for the sentimental purpose, for the collector value. and anything else could have totally been worth money!

grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

this morning in the shower, i was thinking about the dream that i had last night about west coast video last night. (worked there from ’00-’04) and it got me thinking about how that was ten years ago… where the fuck did time go?

so this was my train of thought: not to be psychotic (hopefully this doesn’t sound it, because there isn’t a bone of desire in my body for the kid), but i thought about how my ex jeff and i would have been together for ten years (we dated for almost four), and then i remembered when we had broken up and why. then i thought about the fact that he doesn’t talk to me anymore. whenever i have seen him, he’s been nice to me – or simply not totally rude. (oh wait, aside from the fact that he’s pointed out that i needed to get my shit together because my job sucked or something, and made some remarks towards my tattoo’s or nose piercing or something).

point being is that we’re not friends that speak regularly. in fact, the last email that i had sent him went ignored/unanswered.

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once colton orr was gone, i was so excited when derek boogaard stepped up. he was a feisty little brute! (or a rather large one…) and although brandon prust kicks a lot of arse on the ice, i really loved boogey. i couldn’t wait for his shoulder to heal, and for him to be back next season. for most of this season, he was out because of injury.

they found boogey deceased in his apartment today. he was only 28 years old
there hasn’t been any information on how he passed away.

to be honest with you, i can’t remember the last time i shed tears for someone of “celebrity” status – but i shed some ranger tears tonight.

i think i might have to rock a jersey all day tomorrow in honor of the NYR loss<3

this sucks.

i was in the house from the wedding singer – the one where julia is having her engagement party – and i was walking around with someone. i forgot who it was, it was a dude. i rounded a corner and found method man. he was sitting alone playing with a bunch of toys… i remember him having a horribly receding hairline (ugh, it was so far back). he had one of the toys in his hands, and it looked like a double sided light saber. i picked it up and twirled it a little and he was impressed. i don’t remember what we were talking about, it was chit chat… but i had walked away to discuss with the dude i was with if i should tell meth he was my favorite member of the wu or not, and homie told me no…

i walked back with the toy and meth said something about how amazing of a ninja i was, nodded and i walked away. i remember looking back at him in the corner and the lighting was turning bright/light green.

RIP yvette vickers! [source]

i thought she was seductively gawguss! i even made her one of my ptd.org layouts way back when<333 (above)

strangely, they think that she was deceased in her home for over a year, and think she died peacefully/alone.

i’m wearing UFO’s right now… khaki ones… (view)  i couldn’t find my navy blue UFO shorts… so i strung these up like i used to, ankle strings around the thighs.  i also pinned the pants in the middle from front to back to try to make them less wide…  it looks ridiculous. i am too old to be wearing these things, lol.

i’m breaking out some type of cargo something or others… but i can’t do these.

ex-girlfriend is getting angry because she’s wearing black UFO’s and wants a UFO partner in crime…

sorry caryn, not happening… lol.

oh hell  yes, i just bought this.