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 space is in the basement) and I can't rid of the smell of mildew. Also, all my books are 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 person who's all hung up on the fact that the people I've loved are self-centered pieces of shit. So hung up on it, in fact, that I'm not even enjoying somebody that I've sort of been seeing.

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.

Oh, so tired.

My bones drag...



I've lost a lot of weight recently, and none of my clothes fit properly now.

But today I upgraded to a 10g curved barbell in my septum. That makes me happy.

Here's what you need for a great New Year's Eve:

- gothic ballgowns and vintage masquerade masks, which are worn to parties by both you and your best friend, who end up dancing to everything from Depeche Mode and Twisted Sister. Also, your father's favorite whiskey, which should be drunk straight from the bottle and cause you to fondly remember and demonstrate a game you and your sister used to play that involved dinosaurs. Antique wheelchairs, basement Nikes and the invention of the term "waste rock" are key ingredients. Finally, yummy vegan food, outrageous Williams Shatner impressions and icy conditions, all culminating in broken chairs and a marriage proposal. Good thing I took a power nap.

I just saw Fuck the Facts, and they're fucking amazing. They performed in a building that used to be, among other things, a slaughterhouse. The space was fairly small, but the room was packed full of sweaty, happy, crusty kids. Insanity. The tiny female vocalist spit in my friend's face and charged the crowd and shoved people against each other.I enjoyed it tremendously.

And I saw Necrophagist for the second time two nights ago - holy shit! Their performance was much tighter, their stage presence was riveting, and I couldn't believe their precision. Incredible. So fucking good. Yeah.

So these days, I'm not sure what to say for myself. I've been dumpstering, reading and reading and reading, sewing clothes, drinking too much, working late, sleeping little, walking a lot, and living off coffee and freegan finds. I only spend time with people I truly respect and refuse to talk to those I don't. I've been listening to a lot of good music and dreaming of word patterns and nonce forms and drawing pencils when I do sleep. I carry a sketchbook everywhere. I wear too much eyeliner. I rarely take off my boots.

I would write more for you, but I just drove eight hours through ice and snow in a van without heat, and I'm tired. I might pretend I'm a badass, but I'm not all that badass. I'll be back later.


(sometimes I'm sassy)

AnnaLee's new set is beautiful and ever-so-slightly creepy. Go look at it.

Watch The Woods if you like nice little tales about witchcraft. Also, if you have a Bruce Campbell obsession, this movie's for you.

Read poetry by Frankie Paino.

Tell me something crazy!

I used to be a cute baby.

Now I have to try hard.

Mundane Madeleine Trivia:

Does it matter that I'm more fascinated by a History Channel special on odd cases of people who walk on all fours, rather than the international news which I intended to watch?

(Deformities excite me tremendously. I used to pretend to be either blind or paraplegic when I was little, or sometimes both).

Please don't forget to vote today!

Mundane Madeleine Trivia:

Mayonnaise makes me quiver in disgust.

P.S. I can't include photos of the Zombie March or of my ridiculously elaborate costume because it was very cold outside and my camera refused to work properly. Hopefully I'll be getting photos from another source before long, since I'd like to have something to remind me of the event. The march was great fun. Everyone was well-behaved, noone was disruptive and noone attempted to make the march a political statement of some kind (an occurrence that's not unheard of in my locale). Although the undead did end up plastering themselves against restaurant windows and growling at the patrons inside during the last half of the walk. I'll admit, I got caught up in the spirit of thing and snarled at passersby with gusto. Fortunately, no police were involved. We hadn't even bothered to get a permit for the march. I'm actually rather surprised the entire event went so well.

Yay! So the next event I'm preparing for is a poetry reading on the 15th (oh, so nervous!) and then I'm holding a Donner Party after Thanksgiving. Yes, the theme is in poor taste, and no, we won't be living it up in snow huts.

How laughable is it to become good friends with someone who treats you amazingly well (because said person has a huge crush on you), then to start dating this person, then to have this person dump you after a few weeks because he can't handle the fact that you're an art model/Suicide Girl and and don't have a problem with showing off your naked body?

I give up completely.

Moving...it's getting closer.

Rainy morning, warm tea, fat puppy, The Breakfast Club followed by Shaun of the Dead and later on, costume construction - it's a lovely day. I'm planning to check out my roommate's band Behold tonight, then walk a few blocks to the Skarp, Citizen Fish and Leftover Crack show. Tater tots and beer with my Skarp buddies after. Now if only I didn't have this vile cold. I have no idea why, but I passed out yesterday while putting bread in the toaster - literally. Everything started to get blurry, then dark, and I fell against the counter. Probably, I was out for no more than a few minutes and I came to with my puppy's tongue assiduously cleaning my eyelids. Now I have a galaxy of bruises and an embarrassing story - seriously, who faints? Hopefully I'm not anemic.

One more day until my town's Zombie March! All you locals, I expect to see you there. Don't forget the blood.

And even though October is nearly over, that doesn't mean breast cancer awareness is less important. Please check out the National Breast Cancer Foundation to find out how you can support breast cancer research.

How is your Halloween weekend, all? Look for my next post - I'll be including pictures of the Zombie March and my ridiculously elaborate costume.