Thanks so much to the person who sent me Doris Kloster's Demimonde! My wishlist doesn't show who actually purchased the gift, but whoever you are...thank you, thank you, thank you! You made my day, which was beginning rather crappily.

Here's a question for you: If you were a doll, what three accessories would accompany you?

My answer: Red lipstick, a tiny book, and a miniature hatchet.

It's my birthday today, lovelies.

And I think it's going to be tons better than last year!

Now if only I get my three wishes...

Camille Rose Garcia's new art book. I'll sleep with it under my pillow!



Variations on the theme were encouraged, but I really could use myself a dependable road bike.



It wouldn't be my birthday without evil of some sort!

I'll post more soon. Right now I need to get dressed and put my eyebrows on. Have a lovely day, all of you!

Mundane Trivia

On this date in 1892, Lizzie Borden's parents were found murdered.
In 1944, Anne Frank and her family were arrested by the Gestapo.
In 1873, George Armstrong Custer and the 7th Calvary were wiped out in the battle of Little Bighorn.

Hello, all my little nublets - I haven't told you any new stories of my life in so long. I'm sorry to be such a horrid lurker, but I find my time consumed by other pursuits, such as extreme depravity, general mayhem, and devouring babies.

Except these ones. They were far too adorable.



And speaking of babies, here is a bizarre learning aid I happened to come across today:

All juvenile humor aside, I've been having a very busy few weeks. I spent 6 days in Seattle, Olympia and Portland visiting old friends,

drinking too much

hiking in the green forests of the West Coast, (no pictures, we were too entranced by nature . Only not really, I just need a new camera)

and attending a few shows.

Also, I hung out with
Silencia again briefly and got to meet Pistolita for the first time! They're both lovely, amazing ladies and oh-so-cute! I'd like to make SG dolls, but I guarantee that no doll could be as adorable as the real live ladies!

Goregon Massacre Fest was, or course, a great deal of fun. Black Market Fetus, Superbad, Exhausted Prayer, and Butcher ABC were the highlights of the weekend for me. My phone was smashed to pieces during Ghoul's set and things got drunk and slightly embarrassing at an afterparty with Funerot, but I had a lovely trip.

A few chills and thrills since, including my repeatedly crashed '80s dance party,

local activism .fellow protesters at a community forum on gang violence which waspresided over by the US attorney general

a new issue of regional alternative paper The Finger and more importantly, 17 arrests and a lot of conflict in my current community regarding protests against local police brutality. Please find more info and links here.

I'd have more to say, but my Internet connection is faulty. For now, here's my grumpy, pox-scabbed mug and a smidgin of semi-entertaining information. In the meantime, visit my Crackspace. and say "hello" there, too.


Mundane Madeleine Trivia

When it gets very hot outside, I like eating popsicles in the shower.

I have chicken pox.

Apparently I never had them while I was little, so of course I had to become infected now.



I cut off most of my hair. Here it is growing back.



Here is my puppy. She is growing up.



Here is one of the tattoos I had done at the Spokane Tattoo Convention. Thanks, Jimmy! That's strawberry jam, for the curious, and yes, it was a total accident.

I don't care about anything or know anything about anything right now, except that Granny is moving to the West Coast very soon and that's awesome, and we're both going to be at the Goregon Massacre Fest II and that's also awesome.

It seems I owe you all a wee bit of an update. All sorts of things have been going on - too many to enumerate, but let's see if I can recap the last few months for you.

I moved three times, was extremely sick for a month, started working as a direct support professional with teens with autism, developmental disabilities and mental health issues (if I don't get slugged at least once in a week, something's abnormal - but I work a very rewarding job in spite of that). In addition, I almost got married, almost moved to New York, almost ended up a gutterpunk mommy when I unexpectedly got pregnant and decided to have the baby but experienced a miscarriage. And if that's not enough news for you, then you have a serious tabloid addiction.

In any case, I'm doing much better now. My dog, library books and several good pals provide all the company I can handle these days. I'm living in what is almost literally a closet and feeding off freegan finds and charity at the moment. My wages are being garnished, so any extra money I can scrape together is being saved up for important stuff, like toothpaste...and travel. I had the lovely experience of meeting Silencia, Lyxzen and Coley at my city's tattoo convention, and I'm hoping to not only kick it with these lovelies in Portland sometime soon, but join some of them in a trip to San Diego's Comic Con in July. Besides that, I'll be riding the cheap way to east Texas sometime in June, followed by a stint in Chicago. I am, however, not relocating to the East Coast for college, as I had planned. I'm wrapping up my BA here in WA state, and then I'm planning on being a homeless but motivated bum for at least a year. Get your couches ready. I'll be headed your way sooner or later.

PS For you Crackspace fiends, I'm abandoning my SG account there. It's just too silly and false, and there's no real point in maintaining a separation between my "SG life" and my "real life" - as far as I'm concerned, they're one and the same. If you really need to get in touch with me via that site, then visit my normal account - http://myspace.com/corpse_doll

PSS I am now living in a new place, thanks to an additional tutoring job I now have, working under the table two nights a week. I have a bedroom, a living room and my own kitchen and bathroom! I will try to post some new pictures soon, but my puppy chewed up my digital camera cable and I can't upload anything. Also, I picked up some new ink at the tattoo convention. Photos soon, I promise. Until then, ponder this:



That thing is so fucking cute it makes me want to blow my head off.

Also, check this out.

UPCOMING EVENT: Spokane Tattoo Festival

WHEN: Friday May 04 @ 2:00 pm
WHERE: Sokane County Fair and Expo Center

Event hours

Friday: 2:00pm-10:00pm

Saturday: 11:00am-10:00pm

Sunday: 11:00am-10:00pm

World Famous Tattoo Artists
Live Music and Side Shows
Tattooing on Site Body Piercing on Site
Exotic Apparel
Accesories & More
Tattoo Party and More


Yep, so come say hi if you happen to be anywhere in my area. To be honest, Spokane is not the most promising place for a tattoo convention, but I'd be more than happy to show any visiting SGs and their friends around! Hope to see you!

Stupid is as stupid does. The story is the same every time, and even when I try to stay in control - just this once, and it's been like fighting with water - I don't know how to exercise my own certainty.

Trust is something I no longer need in my life.


I am better alone.

She sent for one of those squat, plump little cakes called "petites madeleines," which look as though they had been moulded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell. And soon, mechanically, dispirited after a dreary day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin.

Don't you love those exquisite shudders...?

I will write more tomorrow, of very serious things.

P.S.
You should watch the awesome '80s masterpiece Nightbreed.



sarcasm not included

Here's what sucks terribly right now and makes me want to fling chairs at the wall:

- my new house flooded a week ago (my room is in the basement) and I can't rid of the smell of mildew. Also, all my stuff is still in semi-soggy piles on the floor because I have no shelves to put anything on and I haven't found any unwanted furniture that fits the bill.

- I can't change my profile pic on here. And I'm hankering for a new set - badly.

- little Aiko Deathtrap is a terrible nuisance and if she had a cell phone and could speak she would be the type of person who would call you at all hours of the night and talk about nothing. Fortunately, she's just an extremely hyperactive dog.

- my workplace shut down early today because - get this - unidentified fumes made people sick and caused general panic. It's probably the first time the local mall has ever been evacuated, and I missed three hours of work because of the whole fiasco.

- my skin is all dry from the weather and my arm is terribly cut and bruised from an unfortunate encounter with a car door and I was supposed to model for delightfully gory Valentine's Day photos on Sunday but I had to re-schedule the shoot due to my condition.

- oh, and I'm a bitter cunt who's all hung up on the fact that the men I've loved are self-centered douchebags. So hung up on it, in fact, that I'm not even enjoying somebody (who happens to be very sweet and pretty damn awesome) that I've sort of been seeing. I'm even thinking of cutting the whole thing short. And here's the worst part - I'm now enough of an evil, vengeful bitch to actually consider doing it on Valentine's Day. Muhahahahaha!

On the other hand, I might feel differently about the whole scheme after my mid-evening snack.


I want your innards.

So come on, all of you: what are you doing for V-Day?

I hope you're all well and happy! I haven't responded to comments or letters since I've been busy moving, working and drinking too much. I need to take it easy, but it's hard to do after years of two or more jobs, plus school and a quasi-social life.

Show me some love, people! I don't have Internet at my new house yet, but I'll need something to do when I'm being lazy.

I found these old pictures recently; they're three or more years old. It's funny how an image can trigger a host of memories. I start to feel a little forlorn when I look at old photos.

I've been rescuing unloved furniture; I found myself a fouton frame and a chest.

Mundane Madeleine Trivia

I'm obsessed with keeping track of my daily activities and duties (honestly, this is the only way I ever get things done) and I enjoy having a beautiful little bound day planner with straps and extra pockets. I save most of my day planners, too, so that I can page through my days from the last year and wonder why I didn't ever finish that flip book stuffed in the back.