Aw shit nah... My sexy Freddy costume came!

Now, since I'm volunteering at the Theatre Bizzare, I had to consider it being as cold as it was last year. SO, in the event that I have to wear a coat, I may wear my leopard print hooker coat.
Now, with a combo like that, there's only one thing I can call it: a lady of the Night-mare on Elm Street.
'Cause, straight up... I look like a horror movie hooker.
And everybody knows how much I love horror movies and women of ill repute

Awesome and Win.

Ever get that sick feeling in your stomach that the whole time you thought this person was playing you to the left, that he may just have been reacting to you basically blowing him off?

The BIG EX and I have been broken up for like three years now, no contact. I'm over it. But at the same time, I've been holding myself very closely. Once bitten, twice shy... You know how that shit goes.
But in hindsight, My Neighbor Boy has been there the whole time, shellacking my hard shell and at the same time sneaking up into my soft middles.

BTW - I'm a cancer. I had to throw in the crustacean metaphors.
The worst part is he's a cancer too. We're like two crabs in a bucket. And if anybody knows Cancers, you know that two of them will sit in a room and burn for each other and neither of them will say a word.

It's never been more obvious that two people need to tell each other how they feel. It's tricky because we've got sandbox love. We've been a terrible twosome since 1989. My cousin says I'm a pussy and that I should just take my punch in the face.

I am. And I should.

So, we both hate spiders right? I told him we couldn't get married because, who would kill the spiders??
Yesterday he killed not one, but two spiders for me... There's nothing romantic about the death of a spider, but that was something terrible sweet.

So two months later I'm still at the Bouzouki doing makeup, only now, the girls have started a petition to kick the current house mom to the curb in favor of me...

Me?! Little ole me??

I'm beyond flattered. To the point where I feel back for Mom. She's been nothing but sweet to me. But on the other hand... DO YOUR JOB! I don't know if their efforts will make a difference but I don't know if I'd take the job anyway. I don't know anything about being a house mother. Hell, most of those broads are older than I am!

Lemme tell you how bad THIS bitch is...

So Rocky Peanut fired me on the low-low without any word or explanation. I went down there to pick up my check, which they weren't expecting, then sashayed right over to the Bouzouki Club and got hired as a makeup artist for 8 bucks an hour, cash, plus tips. Now I'll be gettin that dirty stripper money without having to hit the poll. Fired and hired in the same day. Holla at ya girl.

Now I'm going to watch Player's Club to celebrate and wipe my ass with this 33 dollar check.
That's a lie. I'm going to buy candy.

God, I haven't made a post since February?

What the hell have I been doing?

I Feel Like Saying A Beatnik Poem 1950's B Movie Style
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum. Tomorrow... drag.



And that was no Adams Family marathon induced hallucination... That was indeed Uncle Fester, also known as Jackie Coogan, tickling the ivory.

I'm diggin' the shit out of this 'Whip It' soundtrack.
Maybe it doesn't look like much on paper but, when you listen to it, It's kinda amazing.

New job @ MAC Cosmetics

New 'puter.

New hair.

New attitude.

New Year! New Decade!

It's all about that new new.

Also - Wonderland @ The Hastings Ballroom was AMAZING! Roxi Dlite is indeed a delight.
I'm inspired. Maybe there's some burlesque in my future. It's all part of the plan to be three sheets to the wind with myself. Drunk on my own marvelous. A balls out, full on love fest.

"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."
-Anais Nin (Miss Nin if you're nasty!)

So I had an interview with MAC last Thursday and I'm currently on pins and needles waiting for a callback.

I'm crossing everything I have 'til it breaks. I just want to be one of those people who can say, "I've been with such and such company for 30 years..." And, for a number of reasons, I think MAC could be that company.
I want to move up an become the creative director something. The district manager of whatnot.
I want to be able to get more tattoos without thinking about how strategically I have to place them.
I just want to be able to breathe a bit and for once have a job where I'm not thinking about finding another one.
I want to wear my black pill box hat with little black veil to work!

I just want to drown in makeup and business.

Wow. Almost a year to the date.
Just when I thought I was back in full effect life sort of just happened to me.
I've been sick off and on for a while and that put a real cramp in my style. Energy was a hot commodity for a long time. I'm better tho. I'm not 100% but I'm around.

Also... I'm so proud to have group members who love the group enough to keep it going even tho you had no idea if I was coming back. Thank you for believing in it.
I'm think it may be time to pass the torch.