GREAT FREAKING NEWS (and a smidgen of bad news that fails in comparison to the great news)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, bad news first: I've been diagnosed with arthritis in my left knee, and it's been flaring up so badly lately, that I have had a LOT of trouble walking. I had to miss the first day of Wondercon, but I will DEFINITELY be there tomorrow!

Now, for the GREAT NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The kickstarter project that was used to raise money and fund Danny Trejo's newest film, "Snap Shot" has reached it's goal and has been given the greenlight to go ahead and start production and filming!!!!!!

I am seriously SO beyond stoked! I talked to the director and Monday, we go over the script!!!

My role? A badass assassin who tries to kill Danny Trejo! This will be my first movie appearance (EVER) with speaking roles, and action scenes. The director knows how much I am a huge fan of the manga, Lady Snowblood (and how she is actually one of my role models haha), and told me, "Bring out your inner Lady Snowblood for this one".

Seriously, words fail me at how fucking excited I am right now!!!!

Allo! It's been a little over a week since I moved back in with Milloux and things are great. I actually got a job! AND it's in nursing! YAY! I'd been busting my ass, and putting ads up on craigslist, monster, calling different places, etc.

It's a home health aide job, so I'm pretty happy about that. My client is very nice, and quite sassy, and even though there were some gruesome moments given today was my first day (like packing open wounds that were three-inches deep, and being pooed on---Oh the life of a nurse.) I'm pretty happy about it. It's a morning job, and only for a few hours a day, so I want to get a second job if I can; a night job; probably something from mid-day to evening, or even overnight if possible. I'd like to work in a nursing home if I can, because then I have acute facility care, as well as in-home care to add to my resume as well.

As for other exciting events, for those of you who have been following me on instagram, you know two big things are in the works:

My set, shot by Dwam last year in June goes into MR on May 17th, is entitled, "And After She Hath Fallen..." which makes technically the second set I shot for SG after going Pink, with Pearl Lioness (which still needs love!!!!) being the third:








So, look for that soon! Needless to say, since it was shot last year, I don't have my half-sleeve or my nipples pierced but I hope you guys still enjoy it!


SECOND THING:

Me and Danny Trejo. Yup. I don't know if you guys have seen the SG twitter, tumblr, facebook, and instagram (and for shame), but my movie hero, Danny Trejo showed up at the SG book signing.

And I WONDER how he found out about it, hmmm?

Okay, well, time to come clean. Long story short, a friend of mine, Frankie Latina, who has directed a couple of movies featuring Danny, told me that Danny himself, had chose me, out of a few SG's he'd been looking at, to promote their newest kickstarter project.

Me after hearing the news:







Because let's face it, I'm no fair-weather fan of this man. I LOVE his movies, and as an actor, Danny Trejo is a goddamn BADASS. So, to know my movie hero had chosen me was BEYOND an honor, and for the past couple of weeks, we've been working on helping to promote his new kickstarter project and raise money for it.

PS: THERE'S STILL TIME TO DONATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What you'll receive for donating is this awesome, limited edition T-shirt (priced at 60$ so its hands down one of the most expensive things I own in my entire wardrobe, but I got mine for free!!!!)--






Aaaaaand...even better. Something EVEN BETTER: the kickstarter is probably going to reach it's goal (too early to say), and guess who is going to get to be an assassin who tries to kill, but probably inevitably GETS killed by Danny Trejo?

THIS GAL.

We'll be going over the scripts next week assuming the kickstarter meets it's goals!!! But, so, yeah, while discussing all of this, I say to Frankie, "OH! You guys should totally come to the SG Book signing in LA at Meltdown Comics".

Now, keep in mind, I DON'T expect them to show up. And of course, ask any of the girls who were there with me, signing books and acting nerdy, WHO SHOULD SHOW UP BUT THE MAN HIMSELF? I literally screamed, "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!" when Danny Trejo was standing right in front of me (and of course looked around and said, "GOD?! WHERE?!", having cut the line with his crew and I nearly killed myself trying to get around that table.





Seriously, I was so happy. (OBVIOUSLY, see below)




And it was great talking to him about the project, and him promoting SG too, and the whole works. It was a night of awesome networking to say the least. (You can check out more pictures of the event on his twitter and follow him on his instargram @officialdannytrejo )

I was INCREDIBLY humbled he showed up, and also beyond stoked. Moreover, Danny took one of his limited edition shirts (and bought a book of which I had the honor of signing on the first page even though I'm not in it lol!) and had the girls (myself included) sign it. Now, I'm thinking DUH, it's for him, right? He even had a few ladies model it for him after the signatures were all signed. Then what does he do? Tells me to put on the shirt, turn around, and then he signs it with THIS:



That's right. Danny SIGNED THAT SHIRT, "See, now whenever she's walking down the street, people are going to see this!" and gave it to me when it was SUPPOSED to be FOR HIM. I started to cry haha. So, needless to say, that was an amazing night. I was beyond happy, and it's been a great week so far! I'll be sure to keep you guys updated on the movie project, but seriously, go donate what you can! It's gonna be a seriously badass movie, AND my first time on the movie screen!

But, yeah, that's all the updates for now! Catch you guys on the flip side as those cool kids say.

OH! ALSO! QUESTION: Who is going to Wondercon? See ya there! <3

~~Kuro

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Before I doze off again, time for an update!

First off, I'm back here at Milloux's place in LA. Last night (the last few days, actually) have been one hell of an emotional rollercoaster.

LIFE:

LURID SEX TALE: My first experience with the drug called "Molly"

RELATIONSHIP VERDICT:

Lurid Sex story/molly experience: Part 2

And finally, moving day and the verdict on life as it stands:

SG Stuff (Aka, my Year in Hair)

FUTURE EVENTS!!!

And really, that's all I can think of for right now. I'm really, REALLY trying to focus on one thing at a time, and all I know is that I PRAY I get this nursing home job (because really, I love nursing, and the pay would be good,and I love sassy old people), and then I can focus mainly on Maui and later, Japan this year.

So, all's good for now. I have a roof over my head, good friends, good life, health....

Everything will be a-okay.

Love you all!

~Kuro

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Change of plans. I found my little black dress, bust out my stash of liquor, and am going to wear heels and get positively trashed and hit up the club tonight.

I'll hate myself in the morning, but hey!

Let's party!

Just a wee update. Getting ready to move back with Milloux, waiting to hear about a perspective job, playing with the kittens, caught a BEAUTIFUL Altaria in Pokemon White 2 (Thank God, because this Bravairy wasn't doing it for me!!!), and overall relaxing. Been rereading Memoirs of a Geisha because it's just a damn good book and I basically know every word by heart.

And I've been writing double-time for the woman-gaming blog, Nerdy But Flirty!

OH. And prepping for my very first, magazine cover shoot happening soon for none other than Ladies of Steampunk magazine. Just waiting for my clothes/accessories to get here!

Hope things are great with you guys.

~Kurosune

It's Saturday, and despite all of the chaos from this week, I am feeling very contented right now. As far as I'm concerned, I've come to terms with the fact that I did what I could for the girls, and I've cried, and I've moped, and I'm moving on. Having those little girls in my life, for even that short amount of time, was an experience I'll never forget.

Now, while I won't say I hope their father gets his shit together (especially because I have an exceptionally low opinion of a man willing to lie, manipulate, hustle, and keep his expensive IPad and HD Tv's when his children have no clothes, food, or stable home), I WILL say that I hope those girls get placed with a good family, who show them all of the love and happiness in the world, and that the mother that abandoned them in the first place gets hit by a bus. I have already talked to the social worker, and he's assured me that I don't need to be in court on Monday for the custody trial hearing, nor, do I want to be.

BUT! I am very happy, and will continue to pray for the girls. They deserve all of the happiness in the world. Everyone, thanks so much for the support and love, and yes, even though there are some girls who still believe to this day I was lying about being a foster parent, again, screw off and have a nice day because your opinions are quite irrelevant.


BUT!!!!!!!! (Again) I wanted to just share some happy with you guys. So, this is basically how I'm spending this beautiful, wonderful Saturday:

I got some brand new nipple rings that I'm quite happy about. It's been six months since I've gotten them pierced, so I wanted to change the jewelry.



I also got some new studs for my helixes:



And bought a new screw for my bellyring, so I'm pretty happy about that. I also learned that for barbells, depending on he size, the screws are interchangeable, so that's half the reason I didn't freak out when I lost the screw to one of my nipple rings. I used the one from my bellyring to keep the piercing in place and just used a spare screw to a bellyring I'd lost to keep my bellyring in place until I could buy more jewelry today.



I decided to take a chance at shaving my own head for once, and touch up my bleach job. I'm VERY satisfied with the results, and will definitely be keeping the shaved and bleached style for a long time.



(Sorry for the awful, redish lighting, but rest assured, it's as blonde/white/platinum as it's gonna get!)




And now, I'm just relaxing the rest of the day away with some of my favorite things (and yes, "being pantless" is one of my favorite things)!



(The kittens all have names now! Again, mine is the one closest to the frame by herself. I named her Otora (Tora for short) which is the Japanese word for "Tiger". I love her to DEATH! She's so sweet. The black cat, my roommate's, is named Onyx, and the other tabby with Onyx is Theodore. They are all sisters, and all females.



My two biggest addictions: Watermelon/Fruit Punch AZ, and Gushers. I could honestly life off this alone.



Fried some chops today:




THIS CHOCOLATE PIE IS PURE SEX IN YOUR MOUTH. SOOOOOOOOOOO good.




And of course, what's a relaxing day without some of my favorite reading material:




(I absolutely LOVE Slow Melt. It's one of my favorite romance novels.)



Really, today I just feel GREAT (and I'm crazy in love with my Kuroneko/Trigun hoodie hanging on the door). It's so relaxing, you know? AND, I have something important on Monday, and it's something I'm keeping my fingers crossed for, so keep your fingers, toes, and tits crossed for me, PLEASE! I hope I get it! I'll let you guys in on the secret AFTER, regardless of the decision because I don't wanna jinx it!

Buuuuuut, yeah, that's really it! Hope you guys are having a great weekend! Love you all! <3


PS: This video right here? From the Florida Shootfest? Kind of seriously epic.

The girls are gone and I'm so hurt. I'm in so much pain at losing them. Their stupid dad fucked up everything. What should have been a simple, routine check-up from the social worker with the dad coming along, just erupted into something SO bad...The dad started yelling at the social worker, just GOING THE FUCK OFF when all the social worker did was ask the routine questions, and that stupid man ruined it for his daughters just like that.

There were police because the social worker thought that the dad was "mentally unstable" and how could they blame the social worker?! The dad tried running off with the kids. If he'd just answered the questions, and kept calm, and not let his stupid pride get in the way....Now the girls aren't with me, they aren't with their dad (which is probably the best option) and now their in some social worker's car, probably alone and scared.

I'm so broken right now, I can't stop crying.

I WISH I were in a better place in life. And the social worker asked me if *I* wanted to be a canidate to adopt the kids, and I WOULD have said yes, but I'm not in a good place to be a full time mother. I would have LOVED to adopted them.

I've never felt so helpless in my life.

I'm just going to say this right now: I owe everyone a sincere apology. I really do.

WHEW. Okay, literally, I've been trying to sit down and write this blog for the past twenty minutes! But it's a wee bit hard to do when you have a rambuncous kitten clawing at your right arm for attention, while keeping the left draped over a crib to settle a two-month old!

And now, ladies and gentlemen, my two new foster daughters:

One year old Soraiah (I call her "Sora" for short because the first part of her name is the same as my favorite video game character, lol)---




And two month old Myliah:




Now, as far as people going, "WOW, you became a foster mother real quick; no background/home check, etc, etc, etc", I'm going to go ahead and start from the beginning, which is roughly two days ago.

As everyone knows, I received my CNA certification about two weeks ago. Since then, I've landed a great job, doing home health, and taking care of a client of mine from roughly 7-8pm, all the way until 7-8am the next day, and I've been enjoying it. Well, I kept telling myself, "I REEEEEAAALLLY need to go up to my school and update my resume so they can send it out to the LA registry, that way, when I move from the valley in a couple of weeks, the LA nursing registry already has my information.

I'd literally been putting that, as well as updating and printing my resume, AND going up to school, AND getting my hair done, AAAAAND going to the human resources office as well. So, I put it off for about three days, and then two days ago, I decided, "Okay, let's go."

And I'm glad I DID procrastinate for so long. Because my school, the aide office, my beauty supply shop, and Fed-Ex kinkos were literally all within a two block radius of one another, I went to the fed-ex, and then after I got my resume, headed over to the human resource department.

For those who have never been, or have never been in need of aide, it's where people can get food stamps, free healthcare, and free childcare, etc, etc, etc. I went up there because I had to drop off my healthcare paperwork, because I have no insurance unfortunately, lol.

While I was there, I noticed this man older than my own father (late fifties) struggling with his two daughters, and he had stopped to chat with another social worker there for a minute, but you could tell he was struggling to hold onto the one year old, and the two-year old in her carrier. I walk over and I ask him if he needs any help, and he just looks like he's about to cry lol. I told him I could watch the two girls while he went into his appointment. He thanked me over, and over, and over again, and gave me the biggest duffle bag.

It wasn't until I was actually close enough to SMELL the babies, once they were in my arms, that I figured something was kind of amiss. The bag, the girls, and yes, even the carrier, smelled strongly of urine. While he went into the social worker's office, my own caseworker came out (I love this woman), and she goes,

"YOU HAD KIDS?!?!"

And I laugh and tell her no and explain the situation, and then she nods, and explains that the man is homeless, and he has custody of his two daughters. To make a long story short, the man's "baby-mama" (who is white, and that accounts for why the girls are so fair-skinned and have clear blue eyes, and the father is black), a drug addict, who had lost all of her previous kids to their various daddies, or to the system, had taken off on him, and he'd gone to court and won custody for his girls. He was still living in Nevada at the time and had help from his own mother with the girls.

While I don't know why he even bothered moving to LA, to make a long story short, he couldn't get a job, and the only roof he had over his head, was a trailer. My social worker said she went with his own case worker (their field partners) to see the place, and the way she described it made my stomach turn, especially given it's in the Valley's version of "skid row"----so, homeless people everywhere, prostitution, drugs, etc.

After she finished explaining everything to me, I asked her to point me to the bathroom so I could go and change these girls. Both of them had horrible diaper rash, their fingernails had grown TOO long, and they had some much filth under their nails, and in their ears. It was pretty bad. The one year old warmed up to me after a few minutes, and the two-month old was all smiles and giggles and was just such a happy baby.

I changed them (the diaper bag was in total shambles), cleaned them up a bit, and went back out to the waiting area for the father. I continued talking with my social worker/case worker until he came out about an hour later, so needless to say, I was kind of exhausted, and I STILL needed to run some errands. He came out with his own caseworker, and she was explaining to him that he couldn't get any hotel vouchers (which is what they give the homeless who have children) until a couple of more weeks, and then, I haul off and say,

"I can take care of the babies if you need me to."

The social workers and the father look at me, and the rest, they say, is history. Well, not really. My social worker told me to come and have a talk with her and the other social worker, and given how I was already on good terms with her, had already submitted a background check (all for the healthcare/women's health care), and yadda yadda, asked me if I really wanted the responsibility, and she was kind of surprised because I'm only 24 and most twenty-four year olds aren't looking to become foster parents.

But without even thinking, I told her yes. She told me we were going to go up to the trailer where they were currently staying so I could see it for myself. So, me, the father, and my own caseworker went up to the trailer and IT WAS DISGUSTING.

I couldn't even imagine TWO CHILDREN having to live there. The trailer's generator doesn't work, so there's no heat, no pumbing, there were mice and roaches there, the place was trashed, and it was FREEZING COLD in there. And it was the size of a matchbox. And it was also filthy.

That's all it took. Screw all the other errands I had to run. I told the father (who was ALL FOR the idea) and my social worker that I wanted to take care of the kids for a couple of weeks because NO CHILD should have to live in such conditions, AND both of the girls had small colds. (And, at one point, yes, I was homeless myself but that's another story.)

I didn't care about the money, the stress, my job, or anything else. I wanted those kids to be SAFE. So, we all went back to the HR building, and sat down and talked with both case workers and the father. Of course becoming a foster parent is a process. Duh. But because they had all of my information, background check, and etc, all that was left was a home visit. But the father, who started crying, and saying things like, "God has blessed me!" and "Thank you God," and calling me an angel and everything....

I mean really, I couldn't help it. This man is older than MY father, trying to raise two daughters on his own in those conditions.

So, the father asked me if I could take the children that same night. I did, with the understanding that the caseworkers would just draw up the paperwork for temporary legal guardianship, and would make the home visit the next day. The father said all he needed was two weeks to go ahead and find some kind of job, get his living situation in order. So, I went back to the trailer with him, we hauled most (definitely not all) of the girls' bare necessities, and dropped them off at my place, along with the kids.

And that's basically where it all began. I set up the crib, and ALL of the clothes he gave me (because he had bagfuls that reeked of urine, including the two month old's carseat/carrier because that's where the two-month old SLEPT in the trailer, because there was no room for the crib), and was in business. The first night was very interesting. My boyfriend his sister and brother were excited, and his mum, also a nurse, were HUUUUGE helps.

(OH! BUT IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH, I wasn't the only one who came home with two strays:



Swear to God, my roommate came home with THREE KITTENS he'd gotten from a friend of his. I was like..."REALLY?!?!?! THIS IS TOO CRAZY! NOW WE HAVE TWO BABIES AND THREE KITTENS!!!!!!!" I was basically hysterical with happiness.)

Seriously, though, I have so much respect for single mothers. There was no way I would have been able to set up, clean up, and do everything else. The sister's friend was over, and she gave the girls baths while I washed the clothes, and ran back and forth trying to straighten up everything. The girls knocked out about twelve that night, and I was so exhausted and emotional, it didn't even HIT me until I laid down WHAT I HAD DONE.

I had agreed to watch this strange man's children, as my own, for two weeks. I'm not a mother, so A LOT of this is so new to me. But I'm happy to do it. Yesterday, both caseworkers came over and talked to me, my boyfriend, his mother, and the brother and sister. (THANK GOD my other degenerate roommates weren't here.)

They explained that I would be watching them for two weeks only, and that all trips to the doctors and emergencies (GOD FORBID) were covered by the state, as was formula for the two-month old. I assured them my boyfriend and I, along with help from his mom, could take care of solid food for the one-year old no problem. They checked to make sure everything was fine, locks on windows, cutlery properly stored, etc, etc, and then that was it. They got my roommates' information, such as phone number and full names, but I don't know if they did a background check, since the babies are only staying for a few weeks.

Aaaaand...yeah. That's basically been it. Again, I have a LOT of respect for parents in general. I mean, really, one baby is hard, I understand, but two is even more difficult. Super early mornings, constant changing, watching them, etc, etc. But I like it.

And you know what, I feel happy about it too. Because, I wouldn't have been able to just leave them there like that. So, I really, really hope the dad gets his things together, because it's obvious he WANTS to be a father, otheriwse, he could have just up and left, and given how hard he's trying, I feel like things will work out.

So....yeah. I'm a foster mum for two weeks. It's taking some serious getting used to, but I'm pretty happy about it. (Not happy about these kittens though. My allergies are KILLING me, but I'm a sap for cute and helpless little animals, so...yeah, we're gonna find a home from them too lol.)

BUT, it's been an eventful couple of days! But I am loving it.