12.21.2007
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II, #7
"I've decided that poppy seeds are my new thing."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II, #6
"Look at the eyes of all the guys on this block. They're on the girl in the purple fishnets. Guys dig fishnets. Maybe that's because they scream 'whore'. I bet whores know all the twisted perversions of society. Ah, to be a whore for one night.....wait a sec....nevermind."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II, #5
"I guess if I never did anything wrong, I wouldn't have learned to do anything right."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II, #4
"Rule of thumb for holding an elevator: If the other person can see you before the doors close, hold it. If not, don't."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II, #3
"When packing for a trip, the first thing you should pack is always the thing you forgot to pack last time."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II, #2
"It doesn't do any good to ask someone with a broken toe how it happened, because the answer almost always boils down to, 'doing something stupid' or 'someone else doing something stupid'."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series II
"I keep thinking that my pants will stretch to fit, but there's only so much stress you can put on a fiber."
12.20.2007
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series I, #3
"Yeah, you could get breast implants, but what happens when being flatchested comes back into fashion?"
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series I, #2
"Gosh, I must look great with my high-heeled pleather boots and my purse strap crushing my tit into a lop-sided pyramid. I'm so sexy."
Neko's Random Thought Collection - Hell Version, Series I
"I want to have lipstick smeared all over my face from kissing. Someone else's lipstick."
12.13.2007
The First Project from Hell
(...did you know that an almond fig cake tastes great paired with some Stilton blue cheese?....hell's yea)
Last night I finally got around to uploading all of the pictures from my digicam onto the computer. There were over 250 of them! The main motivation behind that dreadful task was to get pics of all my little projects of late and post them here like I promised. I didn't get pictures of everything, unfortunately. I remember barely finishing sealing up the package for my aunt before exclaiming, "Shit, I didn't take a damn picture of it." I was so pissed because I'd been reminding myself for something like 3 days in a row. I worked on that damned gingerbread house tissue box cover for a while. I thought it would be such a clever and fun little project, but it was a bitch. By the time I was done, I hated it. So, maybe it's best that I don't have evidence of its existence. Besides, "gingerbread-house-tissue-box-cover" doesn't sound that great of a gift all of a sudden.
So, I decided that I'll post each project in seperate posts because it would be far too long to read if I did them all at once. The first one will be the dragon scarf I knitted for mother. But, right now I have to look busy.
Last night I finally got around to uploading all of the pictures from my digicam onto the computer. There were over 250 of them! The main motivation behind that dreadful task was to get pics of all my little projects of late and post them here like I promised. I didn't get pictures of everything, unfortunately. I remember barely finishing sealing up the package for my aunt before exclaiming, "Shit, I didn't take a damn picture of it." I was so pissed because I'd been reminding myself for something like 3 days in a row. I worked on that damned gingerbread house tissue box cover for a while. I thought it would be such a clever and fun little project, but it was a bitch. By the time I was done, I hated it. So, maybe it's best that I don't have evidence of its existence. Besides, "gingerbread-house-tissue-box-cover" doesn't sound that great of a gift all of a sudden.
So, I decided that I'll post each project in seperate posts because it would be far too long to read if I did them all at once. The first one will be the dragon scarf I knitted for mother. But, right now I have to look busy.
12.10.2007
Another Casket in Hell
On Saturday morning, my grandfather died. He was the last grandfather I had left. I hardly knew the guy though. He was my mother's father and nobody on that side of the family is terribly close. In all honesty, I kind of thought the guy was a jerk. He was loaded, but I never saw a birthday card or a Christmas gift from him. Ever. I remember meeting him only once or twice in my lifetime. He was nice to me then, but didn't show any real warmth. Even my mother, his daughter, doesn't seem terribly upset. The only problem at this point is that I might be expected to fly to California on short notice, and I'm leaving for NY in two weeks.
Despite all of the above though, I find myself a little depressed by his death. It's probably because my brother died in May and I feel like everyone is dying all of a sudden. In the past seven months, seven people in my family or connected to my family have died. My dad says that he'll be glad to see 2007 go. But, I don't think things like this are bound by what year or what day it is.
Despite all of the above though, I find myself a little depressed by his death. It's probably because my brother died in May and I feel like everyone is dying all of a sudden. In the past seven months, seven people in my family or connected to my family have died. My dad says that he'll be glad to see 2007 go. But, I don't think things like this are bound by what year or what day it is.
11.26.2007
Exactly How Hell Feels
I saw this badge on someone else's blog today as I was ambling lazily through Blogger links. I think it rocks.
Kudos to whomever I stole this from. I would have given credit, but my brain is peanut butter right now...molasses...
Kudos to whomever I stole this from. I would have given credit, but my brain is peanut butter right now...molasses...
11.19.2007
Hell Zombie!
I knew Rob Zombie was a bad ass. Aside from being a fellow horror movie freak, he's also veggie! I heart Rob Zombie!
http://www.goveg.com/f_rob_zombie.asp
http://www.goveg.com/f_rob_zombie.asp
11.16.2007
Delighted Friday In Hell
I've been so super into fabrics and yarns lately, just from cruising 'round Etsy and learning about people's spinning needles and clever animals and scraps of this and that. I find more and more girls I wish I could hang out with, or be like, or talk to. Sigh. Here's one of them. I would just love to create and stitch and glue and knit all day long.
I'm hanging out tomorrow with my little scrapbooking circle. At least that will give me a little fix of creative community. While I love my friends in Bennet to death, they have these lives that are so different from mine. They have kids, which is the main difference. So, that means that they necessarily have to be concerned primarily with family. It's understandable, but I can't really empathize as I have no children, nor want any in the future. I just can't relate. Plus, they don't just sit around and craft all day and get all giddy at the fabric store like I do. The feel of a moorhouse farm melt-in-your-hands wool yarn doesn't make them smile and sigh.
They do have just about any scrapbook supply, between them all, that your little heart could hope for. That's cool. They're fun to drink with and smart to talk to and I always want to hug my friend Roach. She must think I'm weird. Or a lesbian. I'd love to just cuddle with her though - not in a sexual way. I'd never go for any of my friends that way. Sure, they're all adorable, but it would just be too weird. They're all married too, as if that would stop me. Anyway, this just turned into a weird post...I'm creeping myself out now.
I'm working late tonight. Which means that I'm sitting here in a perfectly silent office because everyone's gone home. I'm not really doing any "work" per se, I just have to be in the office for my allotted timespan. Theoretically, if anyone were here and they asked me to do something, I'd have to do it. Make copies or something. I wish they'd let me knit at my desk!!!!! Maybe next time I stay late, I'll sneak out the needles and twiddle some yarn...on the sly...
I'm hanging out tomorrow with my little scrapbooking circle. At least that will give me a little fix of creative community. While I love my friends in Bennet to death, they have these lives that are so different from mine. They have kids, which is the main difference. So, that means that they necessarily have to be concerned primarily with family. It's understandable, but I can't really empathize as I have no children, nor want any in the future. I just can't relate. Plus, they don't just sit around and craft all day and get all giddy at the fabric store like I do. The feel of a moorhouse farm melt-in-your-hands wool yarn doesn't make them smile and sigh.
They do have just about any scrapbook supply, between them all, that your little heart could hope for. That's cool. They're fun to drink with and smart to talk to and I always want to hug my friend Roach. She must think I'm weird. Or a lesbian. I'd love to just cuddle with her though - not in a sexual way. I'd never go for any of my friends that way. Sure, they're all adorable, but it would just be too weird. They're all married too, as if that would stop me. Anyway, this just turned into a weird post...I'm creeping myself out now.
I'm working late tonight. Which means that I'm sitting here in a perfectly silent office because everyone's gone home. I'm not really doing any "work" per se, I just have to be in the office for my allotted timespan. Theoretically, if anyone were here and they asked me to do something, I'd have to do it. Make copies or something. I wish they'd let me knit at my desk!!!!! Maybe next time I stay late, I'll sneak out the needles and twiddle some yarn...on the sly...
11.06.2007
Hell Can Be Liberating
Yesterday was not a good day. Primarily, I was still angered and upset by the situation with Mr. Assface (formerly my bf). Secondly, my uterus decided to explode. Then, I ended up eating 2 dinners because Mom invited me to her place for some soup and Dad was expecting me home, so he made some soup. The soup was great, but someone with my expanding waistline does not need to eat 2 dinners. All I really wanted to do was crawl into bed with a heat pad and crash out.
Today, however, was a decent day. I found out that I got second place in a sugar skull decorating contest that I entered. Got the consolation prize. Not too shabby. I also realized how liberated I feel, now that Mr. Assface and I are "over". I was really feeling constricted in that relationship. All the critisism and controlling behavior! Whew! Now I'm free to listen to whatever the Hell I feel like listening to. I can hole up at home and create my ass off! I spent most of my afternoon on Etsy. It's so inspiring! There are so many creative ideas floating around that website.
So, tonight after I shower, I'm going to work on the super-soft semi-challenging dragon scarf I'm knitting for Mom. Then, maybe kick back and watch a movie (to review later). I even have some ideas of how to make nifty Christmas cards and earrings. The mind is abuzz with crafty juices at the moment. I feel so much better now!
The trick is remembering to keep myself in "the zone" and not bother with these pointless relationships anymore. There's so much to do and so many things to work on, I really don't have time for any lameness. And, there are plenty of social occasions coming up with my friends to enjoy. So, I can be single and not housebound! Ha!
Today, however, was a decent day. I found out that I got second place in a sugar skull decorating contest that I entered. Got the consolation prize. Not too shabby. I also realized how liberated I feel, now that Mr. Assface and I are "over". I was really feeling constricted in that relationship. All the critisism and controlling behavior! Whew! Now I'm free to listen to whatever the Hell I feel like listening to. I can hole up at home and create my ass off! I spent most of my afternoon on Etsy. It's so inspiring! There are so many creative ideas floating around that website.
So, tonight after I shower, I'm going to work on the super-soft semi-challenging dragon scarf I'm knitting for Mom. Then, maybe kick back and watch a movie (to review later). I even have some ideas of how to make nifty Christmas cards and earrings. The mind is abuzz with crafty juices at the moment. I feel so much better now!
The trick is remembering to keep myself in "the zone" and not bother with these pointless relationships anymore. There's so much to do and so many things to work on, I really don't have time for any lameness. And, there are plenty of social occasions coming up with my friends to enjoy. So, I can be single and not housebound! Ha!
11.05.2007
Proverbial Hell
"Don't fall for the man who promises the moon. Love the one who delivers it." ~ Neko proverb
Yes, the bf and I are broken up. But, since I try not to make a habit of trashing people I know online, I will refrain from typing up the long list of reasons why it didn't work out. I'm pissed off about it, sure. But, I'm not really all that sad about it. I'm just very, very angry. My only regret is not getting to see that puppy grow up. Such is life, I guess. Jesus though - will I ever have a relationship that actually works out, or am I too fucked up from past relationships to handle another one? At the moment, I'm not terribly impressed with the masculine gender.
Yes, the bf and I are broken up. But, since I try not to make a habit of trashing people I know online, I will refrain from typing up the long list of reasons why it didn't work out. I'm pissed off about it, sure. But, I'm not really all that sad about it. I'm just very, very angry. My only regret is not getting to see that puppy grow up. Such is life, I guess. Jesus though - will I ever have a relationship that actually works out, or am I too fucked up from past relationships to handle another one? At the moment, I'm not terribly impressed with the masculine gender.
10.31.2007
10.17.2007
Tenugui In Hell
Holy Flying Crapsicle, people.
This is getting rediculous. Is there an end to all the cute Japanese stuff for me to crave?!
Tenugui
This is getting rediculous. Is there an end to all the cute Japanese stuff for me to crave?!
Tenugui
Amigurumi In Hell
Holy Christmas Crap!!! I just discovered Amigurumi. I think this is the start of a long and beautiful friendship. Turns out that this is what those White Stripes and Zombie figures I spilled about earlier are. Just what I need; another hobby.
10.16.2007
What's Fat and Orange and Grows In Hell?
(Okay, so who knows if pumpkins really grow in Hell. I just had to include that somewhere in the title.)
It's fall here in this city and the weather has turned, along with the leaves. It's true that I hate the cold weather, but I'd forgotten just how nice the season can be. The air gets a little chilly - enough to pull out the heavier sweaters and long pants. But, it's not winter jacket weather yet. Fall also marks the approach of my all-time favorite holiday. Halloween!!!
One of my top favorite things about Autumn is pumpkin. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin seeds, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin carving, pumpkin scented candles, and the ever-so-irresistable Starbucks pumpkin spice latte. I have a powerful urge to run to the store and find ingredients to bake something pumpkiney with. Maybe something with raisins and molasses. Mmmm. Cloves, nutmeg...
Autumn is also time to break out the knitting needles. I'm most of the way through an orange, yellow and brown scarf for the bf. Mom put in her request and I'm making her a dragon scarf next. The kit just came in the mail over the weekend and I was purusing the instructions over dinner tonight. I can't really figure out how all the pieces join up, but I'm sure I'll get it once I start working. After that, I've got a hat for the bf that I need to make. Forget all the Xmas gifts I need to start on. Sometimes I wish I could just quit my job and make things all day long. As independent as I am, and as much as I champion the women's rights cause, I can't help but think it would be nice to have a guy pay all the bills while I stay home and do my thing.
Oh shit....I forgot to pick up my damn meds again! Looks like I'll have to cut this short.
It's fall here in this city and the weather has turned, along with the leaves. It's true that I hate the cold weather, but I'd forgotten just how nice the season can be. The air gets a little chilly - enough to pull out the heavier sweaters and long pants. But, it's not winter jacket weather yet. Fall also marks the approach of my all-time favorite holiday. Halloween!!!
One of my top favorite things about Autumn is pumpkin. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin seeds, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin carving, pumpkin scented candles, and the ever-so-irresistable Starbucks pumpkin spice latte. I have a powerful urge to run to the store and find ingredients to bake something pumpkiney with. Maybe something with raisins and molasses. Mmmm. Cloves, nutmeg...
Autumn is also time to break out the knitting needles. I'm most of the way through an orange, yellow and brown scarf for the bf. Mom put in her request and I'm making her a dragon scarf next. The kit just came in the mail over the weekend and I was purusing the instructions over dinner tonight. I can't really figure out how all the pieces join up, but I'm sure I'll get it once I start working. After that, I've got a hat for the bf that I need to make. Forget all the Xmas gifts I need to start on. Sometimes I wish I could just quit my job and make things all day long. As independent as I am, and as much as I champion the women's rights cause, I can't help but think it would be nice to have a guy pay all the bills while I stay home and do my thing.
Oh shit....I forgot to pick up my damn meds again! Looks like I'll have to cut this short.
10.12.2007
Hell is 451 Degrees
I love books. I just went and spent $50 that I don't have at Barnes & Noble. I can't help it; it's like an addiction. Maybe if it took longer than 10 minutes to walk to a bookstore, I could restrain myself. However, there are 3 bookstores I can walk to on my lunch hour. My mother tells me, "I'm going to pay off your fine at the library, so you can quit spending all your money at B&N." I tell her that I don't want to borrow books, I want to own them - I want my own library. To begin with, library books have been handled by who knows how many who-knows-whos. Ick! I don't know where those books have been! Secondly, the kind of books I buy are almost always off the wall reference books (The Encyclopedia of Guilty Pleasures) or neat-o craft how-to books (Heart Felt). So, it isn't like I'll give the book a once over and be done with it. They're the kinds of lovely volumes that can be reached for again and again and may produce useful crafts (if I ever get around to it). So, throw the library idea out the window.
Here's what I walked away with today:
The Crafter's Companion: tips, tales and patterns from a community of creative minds
Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith
Craft Inc.: Turn your creative hobby into a business by Meg Mateo Ilasco
I just want to hole up somewhere and create things. I spend too much time at the BF's house, not doing much but getting drunk and watching movies. I want to breathe new life, dammit!!
Here's what I walked away with today:
The Crafter's Companion: tips, tales and patterns from a community of creative minds
Wreck This Journal by Keri Smith
Craft Inc.: Turn your creative hobby into a business by Meg Mateo Ilasco
I just want to hole up somewhere and create things. I spend too much time at the BF's house, not doing much but getting drunk and watching movies. I want to breathe new life, dammit!!
10.11.2007
People In Hell Want Ice Water
Lately, this blog has become a storage facility for all the cool links I find online. There hasn't been much actual "blogging". Today, I was looking at pictures of zombies, in an attempt to formulate costume plans for the coming holiday. I came across one girl's blog. She makes knitted zombies. I think I want to have sex with her, just for that. I added her as Cakeyvoice at right. She made knitted White Stripes too. Where does this chick live, because I'm going to find her and rip her clothes off?
Hey, did you know Runts candy now has pineapple? Freakin' weird. No wonder I'm so hyper.
Oh, "what's been going on?" you ask. Long story short - work sucks major league ass, the relationship is topsy turvy, I haven't been home much, and I'm just as broke as I ever am. Going back to NYC in December.
Ta for now. Got to go get my smoke on (yeah, I fucked up the quitting thing again).
Hey, did you know Runts candy now has pineapple? Freakin' weird. No wonder I'm so hyper.
Oh, "what's been going on?" you ask. Long story short - work sucks major league ass, the relationship is topsy turvy, I haven't been home much, and I'm just as broke as I ever am. Going back to NYC in December.
Ta for now. Got to go get my smoke on (yeah, I fucked up the quitting thing again).
9.21.2007
The Sweetest Ideas Are Born In Hell
This idea freakin' rocks! If I still had any friends left, I'd use this idea for a little shindig. Maybe when I finally, finally find an apartment, this will be my housewarming party idea. I do have friends though, it's just that the closest two of them have either screwed me over or don't talk to me anymore. But, my bf has lots of friends, so maybe I will get along with them. He's got one close friend who also happens to be his ex-girlfriend. I am SO trying to be mature about it, but it really bugs me. He asked if I wanted to go meet her last night and I said no. I was feeling cranky and insecure and drunk. When I finally meet her, I want to be really cool about the situation and not treat her like shit for no good reason. After all, who's with him now? Right, I am.
9.17.2007
Klickity-klackity Hell
Hey You,
Yeah, you with the rolling luggage. Are you on your way through the airport? No, I think not. I know you’re just going to work with that thing. First of all, you’re a freakin’ retard. Secondly, if you trip me with that crap one more time, I’m going to put you in a wheelchair. Nevermind the dirty look you gave me when I kicked your crappy baggage, as if it was my fault; as if you didn’t just cut in front of me with that bullshit bag you’ve got there. Is it such a strenuous task to pick something up with your freakin’ hands and carry it? Do you have bowling balls in that thing that you’re dragging around behind you? I’m going to smack the living shit out of you with your own stupid wheeled briefcase. Get a god damned backpack for that shit.
Love,
Neko
Yeah, you with the rolling luggage. Are you on your way through the airport? No, I think not. I know you’re just going to work with that thing. First of all, you’re a freakin’ retard. Secondly, if you trip me with that crap one more time, I’m going to put you in a wheelchair. Nevermind the dirty look you gave me when I kicked your crappy baggage, as if it was my fault; as if you didn’t just cut in front of me with that bullshit bag you’ve got there. Is it such a strenuous task to pick something up with your freakin’ hands and carry it? Do you have bowling balls in that thing that you’re dragging around behind you? I’m going to smack the living shit out of you with your own stupid wheeled briefcase. Get a god damned backpack for that shit.
Love,
Neko
9.12.2007
A Quickie In Hell
Okay, so I've been out of touch lately. Neko found herself a new bf. It's pretty rad. Neko likes to drink red wine and pop Xanax. Fun! Neko can't wait for her friend's b-day party this weekend. She's got a Guitar Hero jonse.
9.05.2007
Wallowing in Hell
The man of my dreams just got married. Not only did he get married - he got married in my town and just after I saw him last. I'm devastated. It's like a kick in the stomach and then a knee to the grill on the way down. Ouch. So, I'm spending money I don't have in bars I visit alone. Life sucks ass. Whenever I was down, all through the divorce and my brother's death, I would look to him and think how happy I'd be if we were together. But now, I just don't know where to turn.
But instead of rambling even more about my heartache, I decided to finally post some pics of that painting I did. I wonder if I could get anything for it if I tried to sell it. I'm always so attached to my paintings though. Don't know if I could let them go. I'd feel like a whore in some regard.
This is the first preliminary work. Instead of sketching it out on paper first, I just grabbed a brush and went to town. It's too bad I can't have these inspired moments more of the time.
Here, all of the outline work is done and I'm ready to add some color. I did the outline in brown this time, instead of my usual black.
I'm starting to add the first hair color here. As you can see, I decided she should be a redhead.
The second hair color. I'm doing it in sections, as you can see. No rhyme or reason here, just spontanious.
The hair is done here I think.
I've started to add color elsewhere. I still don't think I had an idea of what I was doing, but I love the combination of orange and green.
At this point, I'd decided that things needed to be a bit more sinister and so I added a dark backgroud. I think this is when she became a zombie girl in my mind.
I had some extra paint and couldn't bear to let it dry, so I painted over the edges of the canvas on three sides.
Since zombie girl is part of my "chicks with crows" series, I needed to add an element of my favorite corvus somewhere. So, up in the corner is a feather, in negative.
At this point, I've filled in some more of the details and added some light blue shading to bring out the white on her collar and eye.
This is the final picture. I put in some blue veins on her neck and face to show that the poor girl contracted a virus of some kind, turning her into a flesh-craving undead creature.
But instead of rambling even more about my heartache, I decided to finally post some pics of that painting I did. I wonder if I could get anything for it if I tried to sell it. I'm always so attached to my paintings though. Don't know if I could let them go. I'd feel like a whore in some regard.
This is the first preliminary work. Instead of sketching it out on paper first, I just grabbed a brush and went to town. It's too bad I can't have these inspired moments more of the time.
Here, all of the outline work is done and I'm ready to add some color. I did the outline in brown this time, instead of my usual black.
I'm starting to add the first hair color here. As you can see, I decided she should be a redhead.
The second hair color. I'm doing it in sections, as you can see. No rhyme or reason here, just spontanious.
The hair is done here I think.
I've started to add color elsewhere. I still don't think I had an idea of what I was doing, but I love the combination of orange and green.
At this point, I'd decided that things needed to be a bit more sinister and so I added a dark backgroud. I think this is when she became a zombie girl in my mind.
I had some extra paint and couldn't bear to let it dry, so I painted over the edges of the canvas on three sides.
Since zombie girl is part of my "chicks with crows" series, I needed to add an element of my favorite corvus somewhere. So, up in the corner is a feather, in negative.
At this point, I've filled in some more of the details and added some light blue shading to bring out the white on her collar and eye.
This is the final picture. I put in some blue veins on her neck and face to show that the poor girl contracted a virus of some kind, turning her into a flesh-craving undead creature.
8.30.2007
8.29.2007
To JW, from Hell
Dear Jack,
Why is it that The White Stripes rock so damn hard? I recently picked up your new album, Icky Thump, and I must have listened to it thirty times since. I can’t get enough of it, from Conquest all the way to A Martyr for My Love, which is my favorite track. After having been a band for so long, I guess I expected The White Stripes to get stale eventually. I suppose that I am used to that from a lot of bands who keep putting out what are essentially the same songs year after year. I am also used to only finding about half of an album enjoyable, whereas I can listen to The White Stripes (any album) all the way through and love what I hear.
I met you briefly when you were in Denver with The Raconteurs. I was the girl standing next to the guy with the foot high mohawk. No, I don’t expect you to remember, especially since I was entirely too star-struck to say anything to you. All I could do was shake your hand and stammer. I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out by tour busses, trying to meet my favorite stars. But, I was so impressed by how friendly and appreciative you were to all of your fans standing outside that day. Sorry to say, but I thought whatshisname was a prick. That’s probably why I’m not as much of a Raconteurs fan.
Your show with Meg last year at Red Rocks was amazing! I really hope you stop by again soon for another show. Thanks for putting out yet another kick-ass album! Say “Hi” to Meg for me too.
Love,
Neko
Why is it that The White Stripes rock so damn hard? I recently picked up your new album, Icky Thump, and I must have listened to it thirty times since. I can’t get enough of it, from Conquest all the way to A Martyr for My Love, which is my favorite track. After having been a band for so long, I guess I expected The White Stripes to get stale eventually. I suppose that I am used to that from a lot of bands who keep putting out what are essentially the same songs year after year. I am also used to only finding about half of an album enjoyable, whereas I can listen to The White Stripes (any album) all the way through and love what I hear.
I met you briefly when you were in Denver with The Raconteurs. I was the girl standing next to the guy with the foot high mohawk. No, I don’t expect you to remember, especially since I was entirely too star-struck to say anything to you. All I could do was shake your hand and stammer. I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out by tour busses, trying to meet my favorite stars. But, I was so impressed by how friendly and appreciative you were to all of your fans standing outside that day. Sorry to say, but I thought whatshisname was a prick. That’s probably why I’m not as much of a Raconteurs fan.
Your show with Meg last year at Red Rocks was amazing! I really hope you stop by again soon for another show. Thanks for putting out yet another kick-ass album! Say “Hi” to Meg for me too.
Love,
Neko
8.25.2007
Milestone in Movie Hell
Guess What?! I have reached the 50 mark over at Neko Goes to the Movies!!! It's been a lot of work and a lot of movies thusfar. My class project over at The Art Institute is actually the template for Neko Movies. It's not up yet, but we're getting close. There will be Flash and animations and loads of cool shit when it's finished - a totally new look for the site. I'm even going to change the title and give it it's own domain. So, look for those changes in the future. Oh, and thanks to the one person who's gone a voted for her favorite zombie movie. What the Hell are the rest of you waiting for?! Ghost? I'm so disappointed. Where's the love, man?
8.23.2007
What Fresh Hell is This?
Hey, has anyone been over to Neko Goes to the Movies lately? I'm up to 49 reviews now!! And, there's a zombie poll going on right now. So, what are you wasting time for?! Go and vote!!
HellTunes
My boss is being a cunt and a half lately. And I've been going off and getting irresponsible with my new friend.
Here's today's listening choice:
A Martyr For My Love For You by The White Stripes from the Icky Thump album.
Here's today's listening choice:
A Martyr For My Love For You by The White Stripes from the Icky Thump album.
8.17.2007
8.14.2007
Please Save This Dog From Hell
A collegue of mine is going to take her dog to the shelter if she can't find a new home for him. His name is Mick. He's a Cattle Dog Mix. The owner describes him as a wonderful, smart and loyal dog, but adds,"more energetic and time intensive than we can handle." I would really hate to see this dog sent to a shelter, so I'm hoping that someone will see this sweet face and adopt him. He's currently living in Colorado. I don't know if he's "fixed" or how old he is, but if you email me, I will get you in touch with the current owner. Here's another picture, my email addy will follow.
chibirisu@vegemail.com
Please use the words "Adopt Mick" in your subject heading.
8.10.2007
Welcome to Hell, Pig and Girl
I've just spend I dunno how many hours reading every single strip in this comic. It freakin' rocks! Of course, now I feel like telling bad jokes and beating people up.
8.09.2007
There is No Pee In Hell
I just walked into a bathroom stall,
unzipped my zipper,
started to undo the button above,
and wondered if I'd been walking around all day with my fly down.
Then, I remembered that I'd just unzipped it a millisecond ago.
I really need to stop smoking crack on my lunches.
unzipped my zipper,
started to undo the button above,
and wondered if I'd been walking around all day with my fly down.
Then, I remembered that I'd just unzipped it a millisecond ago.
I really need to stop smoking crack on my lunches.
8.08.2007
8.07.2007
8.06.2007
Tagging In Hell
Great. The one day in a long while that I've been over to visit ghost and what happens? I get tagged. Just great.
each player lists 8 facts about themselves, the rules of the game appear before the facts do, the player ends by tagging 8 people.
Neko Fact #1: I rarely drink anything that doesn't have either caffine or alcohol in it.
Neko Fact #2: I pay $19.00 a month for a membership to a gym I never visit.
Neko Fact #3: I'm not sure if I can cut it in this web design class I payed for.
Neko Fact #4: I despise the homeless.
Neko Fact #5: I won't kiss anyone who's just eaten meat.
Neko Fact #6: I can't stop spending money.
Neko Fact #7: I've hated smoking for years and I can't quit.
Neko Fact #8: I'm working on a new painting that I'm afraid to show anyone.
The only problem, ghost, is that I don't know 8 people! So, I guess, whomever might be reading this - you're tagged! (if you have a blog and unless you've already done this) Who am I kidding?! There aren't eight people who read Little Tragedies!!
each player lists 8 facts about themselves, the rules of the game appear before the facts do, the player ends by tagging 8 people.
Neko Fact #1: I rarely drink anything that doesn't have either caffine or alcohol in it.
Neko Fact #2: I pay $19.00 a month for a membership to a gym I never visit.
Neko Fact #3: I'm not sure if I can cut it in this web design class I payed for.
Neko Fact #4: I despise the homeless.
Neko Fact #5: I won't kiss anyone who's just eaten meat.
Neko Fact #6: I can't stop spending money.
Neko Fact #7: I've hated smoking for years and I can't quit.
Neko Fact #8: I'm working on a new painting that I'm afraid to show anyone.
The only problem, ghost, is that I don't know 8 people! So, I guess, whomever might be reading this - you're tagged! (if you have a blog and unless you've already done this) Who am I kidding?! There aren't eight people who read Little Tragedies!!
Another Great Artist Who Lives in Hell
Small Change (Got Rained on With His Own .38)
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "Blue Boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
~~Tom Waits
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "Blue Boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
~~Tom Waits
7.27.2007
My Body Has Gone to Hell
I have a fat ass.
I've got panty-lines.
I need my hair trimmed.
and my roots dyed.
My grey hairs are starting to show again.
My big, fat belly sticks out from under my shirt like the spawn of Satan is growing inside me.
It's not.
Maybe then I'd have an excuse.
The dark circles under my eyes are getting wrinkled.
I have zits.
I can't see far enough down to paint my toenails accurately.
Did I mention the gross belly fat? Effin disgusting.
My tits are barely detectable.
My fingernails are broken and split.
Some guy jumped out of an alley this morning and beat me savagely with The Ugly Stick (tm).
My elbows are boney.
My thighs have expanded.
My teeth are yellow.
My breath smells like coffee and cigarettes.
I have excessive ear wax.
My feet smell worse than my breath.
Is it any wonder I haven't gotten laid in forever?
I've got panty-lines.
I need my hair trimmed.
and my roots dyed.
My grey hairs are starting to show again.
My big, fat belly sticks out from under my shirt like the spawn of Satan is growing inside me.
It's not.
Maybe then I'd have an excuse.
The dark circles under my eyes are getting wrinkled.
I have zits.
I can't see far enough down to paint my toenails accurately.
Did I mention the gross belly fat? Effin disgusting.
My tits are barely detectable.
My fingernails are broken and split.
Some guy jumped out of an alley this morning and beat me savagely with The Ugly Stick (tm).
My elbows are boney.
My thighs have expanded.
My teeth are yellow.
My breath smells like coffee and cigarettes.
I have excessive ear wax.
My feet smell worse than my breath.
Is it any wonder I haven't gotten laid in forever?
7.26.2007
7.25.2007
Hell in the Air
The first hour of the morning began status quo. She hit the snooze three times before finally rising from her bed. Then, she spent twenty fruitless minutes tearing apart her bedroom in search of undergarments she swore she had owned at one point. After brushing teeth, petting cats and frowning at her uncooperative hairdo, she started her drive to the train station. As usual, the radio station that she, for some reason, remained faithful to played only two songs during the 15 minute drive. The rest of the time she tried to tune out a series of especially irritating ads.
After she'd parked, heaved her school bag onto her shoulder, and locked the vehicle, she crossed the enormous (but somehow never big enough) parking lot in order to wait for her train. When she crossed the bridge to the station, there was an unusually large crowd. She weaved her way past the various bodies and finally settled on a line to follow. Several minutes went by. Looking over her surroundings, she recognized the greasy looking cop that took her train sometimes. The guy standing in front of him had his headphones up so loud, that everyone in a 20 foot radius must have been able to hear his poor taste in music.
With the number of people waiting at the station, she figured that one of the regular trains hadn't come by. When a train finally pulled up to the station, it was coming from the wrong direction and riding on the wrong set of tracks. Another woman around her age gave her a puzzled look and asked to confirm the weird arrival of the train. She nodded.
After hooking up her own headphones, and blasting the Fratellis at what was probably a discourteous volume, she tried to play solitaire, squinting at the miniature cards on her iPod. A couple of times, the train stopped at places that were not stations. It seemed to take forever to get downtown. After another brief conversation with the girl she'd spoken to earlier, she was lugging her baggage down the ped mall. A security guard passed her, walking the opposite direction. As she was pondering the reasons why security guards don those stupid looking hats, she noticed another one. He was stationed outside the Nike store.
All along her journey this morning, she could sense something strange. Something was just a little off, as if there was a serious problem that no one was talking about. Rather than being afraid, this put her on her guard and peaked her curiosity. She boarded the elevator at work, wondering if she'd ever find out what was going on.
After she'd parked, heaved her school bag onto her shoulder, and locked the vehicle, she crossed the enormous (but somehow never big enough) parking lot in order to wait for her train. When she crossed the bridge to the station, there was an unusually large crowd. She weaved her way past the various bodies and finally settled on a line to follow. Several minutes went by. Looking over her surroundings, she recognized the greasy looking cop that took her train sometimes. The guy standing in front of him had his headphones up so loud, that everyone in a 20 foot radius must have been able to hear his poor taste in music.
With the number of people waiting at the station, she figured that one of the regular trains hadn't come by. When a train finally pulled up to the station, it was coming from the wrong direction and riding on the wrong set of tracks. Another woman around her age gave her a puzzled look and asked to confirm the weird arrival of the train. She nodded.
After hooking up her own headphones, and blasting the Fratellis at what was probably a discourteous volume, she tried to play solitaire, squinting at the miniature cards on her iPod. A couple of times, the train stopped at places that were not stations. It seemed to take forever to get downtown. After another brief conversation with the girl she'd spoken to earlier, she was lugging her baggage down the ped mall. A security guard passed her, walking the opposite direction. As she was pondering the reasons why security guards don those stupid looking hats, she noticed another one. He was stationed outside the Nike store.
All along her journey this morning, she could sense something strange. Something was just a little off, as if there was a serious problem that no one was talking about. Rather than being afraid, this put her on her guard and peaked her curiosity. She boarded the elevator at work, wondering if she'd ever find out what was going on.
7.23.2007
From Hell and Back to It
Well, I have returned from the big city. It's been a week now and I've been remiss in my blogging duties. However, I started my class at the art college and I've been swamped. I went to school 6 out of 7 days last week! Unbeknownst to me, Photoshop was a prereq for this class and I have the Photoshop experience of a hedgehog (whatever that means). So, I've been trying to familiarize myself with the program on days I don't have class. Problems is, we do all of our work on super-expensive Macs with loads of creative software that I don't have at home, nor could I afford in the foreseeable future. So, what the Hell am I going to do with all of my mad skills once this class is over?? Beats me.
7.05.2007
The Hinged Head of Hell
So, when you load your Pez dispenser, do you load a full package in, or leave one out to eat? I leave one out.
I'm splitting town tomorrow and I have 15 minutes until work is over today - so needless to say, I'm chewing my nails. There has been more disaster and random shit in the past week - as if things couldn't get worse. My cat went ballistic on the neighbor's arm and he's in kitty prison for 10 days. The neighbor's daughter is a friggin' nutjob and wants us to pay for stupid shit like a housemaid. The situation is likely to result in a lawsuit before long, which is just lovely. The bitch is demanding to have my cat put to sleep - which is why my father doesn't want me to talk to her. There's no way she can make that happen, so I'll just point and laugh while she spins her wheels. Our actual neighbor hasn't given us any trouble, only her psycho daughter. So, how much will this whole fiasco end up costing me? Well, let's start with the charge for kitty to be in a hotel for 10 days. Then, we can add in whatever attorney's fees and court filing fees, etc. Another friggin' nightmare.
But, at least I can escape for a while. I <3 NY! I just hope I don't have to hear about my dead brother constantly. I'll just drink a lot - wait..I do that now, and it doesn't help much....hmm...Vicadin?
I'm splitting town tomorrow and I have 15 minutes until work is over today - so needless to say, I'm chewing my nails. There has been more disaster and random shit in the past week - as if things couldn't get worse. My cat went ballistic on the neighbor's arm and he's in kitty prison for 10 days. The neighbor's daughter is a friggin' nutjob and wants us to pay for stupid shit like a housemaid. The situation is likely to result in a lawsuit before long, which is just lovely. The bitch is demanding to have my cat put to sleep - which is why my father doesn't want me to talk to her. There's no way she can make that happen, so I'll just point and laugh while she spins her wheels. Our actual neighbor hasn't given us any trouble, only her psycho daughter. So, how much will this whole fiasco end up costing me? Well, let's start with the charge for kitty to be in a hotel for 10 days. Then, we can add in whatever attorney's fees and court filing fees, etc. Another friggin' nightmare.
But, at least I can escape for a while. I <3 NY! I just hope I don't have to hear about my dead brother constantly. I'll just drink a lot - wait..I do that now, and it doesn't help much....hmm...Vicadin?
6.27.2007
Disregard This Hell
Just don't pay attention to these pics. I'm trying to find a place to host them so I can make a Quizilla. Which is proving to be a complete bitch, by the way.
6.26.2007
Helz Buneez
I'm getting more and more into this LOL thing. This one is right up my alley. (Not like THAT, you pervert!) Kurtsy Tha Intarwebs.
Hell is Very Deer to Me
Today, instead of a mountain goat, I feel like a deer. Still pointy-hooved, but more delicate and long-legged. I can't believe these shoes aren't killing my feet. They're lovely. Oh, and no animals were harmed in the making of them either.
Have I mentioned that I'm going to New York next month? I can hardly wait. It will be so nice to get out of here and see the big city again. In the meantime, I've got to get some financial aid lined up for this class I'm going to take at the art school. I'm excited for that two. If there's one thing the death of my brother has taught me, it's that you can go at any time. So, it's best to do what you really want while you can. And, since I'm sick of my life the way it is, I'm trying at least in some meager way to make some changes. If it goes well, this site will kick ass, 'cause I'm going for a web design certification. If I like that, I may take more classes, but I need to work whatever I consider into my work schedule.
6.25.2007
Hell Outspoken
My goal for today is to stop talking to myself out loud.
There's another review up at Neko Goes...It's another Cage film.
There's another review up at Neko Goes...It's another Cage film.
6.20.2007
Women Are From Venus, Men Are From Hell
For all of the clueless guys out there, here are Neko's Tips on what NOT to do when looking for women.
When posting personal ads:
- DO NOT post a picture of your cock. Most of us girls don't enjoy being flashed by strangers.
~ If you act like you're too good for most of the girls out there, most of the girls won't respond.
- When posting your picture, don't use a scan of some Playgirl model - we can tell!
- If the first line in your ad is: "I love big tits!", even the girls with big tits will think you're an asshole.
When looking to hook up in a bar/club:
-The button up shirt / khaki cargo shorts combo is old, boring and rediculous. We actually make fun of guys like you. At least ACT like you have some style, you fucking lemming.
-You're 30 and you still wear a baseball cap everywhere? Here's the message that sends: you're either bald, immature, insecure or a combination of the three. Even if you're hair is all effed up, it's more attractive than that soiled baseball hat. (Unless you're at a baseball game) If you're losing your hair, it's respectable if you've got the balls to work the look. It's not like we wouldn't find out if you took us home.
-If you're so wasted you can't even stand or pronounce your own name...not a good time to hit on chicks. That would be a good time to call a cab.
-Buy us a drink. If we're at a bar, we always want free drinks (why do you think they invented "ladies night"?). It also shows that you're not a stingy bastard.
When posting personal ads:
- DO NOT post a picture of your cock. Most of us girls don't enjoy being flashed by strangers.
~ If you act like you're too good for most of the girls out there, most of the girls won't respond.
- When posting your picture, don't use a scan of some Playgirl model - we can tell!
- If the first line in your ad is: "I love big tits!", even the girls with big tits will think you're an asshole.
When looking to hook up in a bar/club:
-The button up shirt / khaki cargo shorts combo is old, boring and rediculous. We actually make fun of guys like you. At least ACT like you have some style, you fucking lemming.
-You're 30 and you still wear a baseball cap everywhere? Here's the message that sends: you're either bald, immature, insecure or a combination of the three. Even if you're hair is all effed up, it's more attractive than that soiled baseball hat. (Unless you're at a baseball game) If you're losing your hair, it's respectable if you've got the balls to work the look. It's not like we wouldn't find out if you took us home.
-If you're so wasted you can't even stand or pronounce your own name...not a good time to hit on chicks. That would be a good time to call a cab.
-Buy us a drink. If we're at a bar, we always want free drinks (why do you think they invented "ladies night"?). It also shows that you're not a stingy bastard.
6.17.2007
Well That Went to Hell Quickly
I have actually >gasp< posted a new review up at Neko Goes To The Movies. Holy shit people.
6.14.2007
Who The Hell's Gonna Eat That?
Holy crap people! This is the coolest recipe I've seen in ages.
I dare you to make it - I DOUBLE DOG dare you!!
I dare you to make it - I DOUBLE DOG dare you!!
Why The Hell Not?
So, last night went okay. I do still have a few suspicions, but found the experience agreeable for the most part. The food at Earl's was really good. I wonder what their other vegetarian option tastes like. I made sure to order the most expensive drink I could get away with. Neko loves her vodka martinis. I didn't see the guy's car, but he said it's a blue Honda convertable.
Today at lunchtime, we are meeting again. This time, it will be at a coffee shop on Curtis, where it crosses the mall. We are going to go to his office after coffee, which he says is a couple of blocks away. So, we'll see how it goes. If I don't come back from lunch, someone here will notice and freak out. Like I said before, nothing should go wrong, but you never know.
In even stranger news, my cousin called me last night from NYC. He says that he's moving to my city in a couple of weeks. My cousin's behavior and lifestyle is somewhat erratic in the first place, so I never know if his plans will come to fruition or if he will go in another direction. But, he says that he's coming here to live with a friend and get help. He asked if it was okay. I told him that I would love to have him live here! The two of us are very close - despite the actual physical distance. I think we are two halves of the same soul (if you believe in that sort of thing). Anyway, it will be good for him to get out of the city and get the help he needs. It will be good for me to have him around.
Today at lunchtime, we are meeting again. This time, it will be at a coffee shop on Curtis, where it crosses the mall. We are going to go to his office after coffee, which he says is a couple of blocks away. So, we'll see how it goes. If I don't come back from lunch, someone here will notice and freak out. Like I said before, nothing should go wrong, but you never know.
In even stranger news, my cousin called me last night from NYC. He says that he's moving to my city in a couple of weeks. My cousin's behavior and lifestyle is somewhat erratic in the first place, so I never know if his plans will come to fruition or if he will go in another direction. But, he says that he's coming here to live with a friend and get help. He asked if it was okay. I told him that I would love to have him live here! The two of us are very close - despite the actual physical distance. I think we are two halves of the same soul (if you believe in that sort of thing). Anyway, it will be good for him to get out of the city and get the help he needs. It will be good for me to have him around.
6.13.2007
Meet Me In Hell
Remember my post about needing a breathalizer on my home computer?
Well, my latest kick is getting wasted and answering personal ads online. What a retard I am. I answer all kinds: men seeking women, women seeing women, "no strings attached", the list goes on. I even puruse the "missed connections" section in hopes that somehow there will be something in there for me.
Tonight I'm going to meet someone. His name is Tom. We are meeting at Earl's restaurant in the Park Meadows Mall. He says he lives about 7 minutes away from that location. He also said that he drives a convertable, but I don't intend to get into it. So, here's the deal. I'm going to post his license plate (given the opportunity) to Neko A Go Go via my cell phone tonight. If I don't post later, saying that I'm okay, then there's something up and I've been abducted, killed, whatever. In other words, "not okay". I don't have any reason to believe that there will be a problem, I'm just covering my ass, just in case. If, by noon tomorrow, I'm nowhere to be found (not at work, not answering my phone) then check the mobile blog. If there's nothing on mobile blog - worry!
Well, my latest kick is getting wasted and answering personal ads online. What a retard I am. I answer all kinds: men seeking women, women seeing women, "no strings attached", the list goes on. I even puruse the "missed connections" section in hopes that somehow there will be something in there for me.
Tonight I'm going to meet someone. His name is Tom. We are meeting at Earl's restaurant in the Park Meadows Mall. He says he lives about 7 minutes away from that location. He also said that he drives a convertable, but I don't intend to get into it. So, here's the deal. I'm going to post his license plate (given the opportunity) to Neko A Go Go via my cell phone tonight. If I don't post later, saying that I'm okay, then there's something up and I've been abducted, killed, whatever. In other words, "not okay". I don't have any reason to believe that there will be a problem, I'm just covering my ass, just in case. If, by noon tomorrow, I'm nowhere to be found (not at work, not answering my phone) then check the mobile blog. If there's nothing on mobile blog - worry!
6.11.2007
It's 11:28 p.m. In Hell
My confession?
I am...so...incredibly...lonely.
And I have been. For a long time. And I will be. For a long time.
I am...so...incredibly...lonely.
And I have been. For a long time. And I will be. For a long time.
A Little Hell In The Alley
I want someone to take me into an alley,
kneel me down,
put a gun to my head,
and blow my brains out through my face.
Yes, that would be lovely.
kneel me down,
put a gun to my head,
and blow my brains out through my face.
Yes, that would be lovely.
I Should Be In Hell
I should go ahead and kill myself now, before I get my meds refilled. I'm only mad at my brother because he beat me to it, and I've been trying for longer.
6.06.2007
My Family Is From Hell
I've always hated the bullshit between my father and my mother. Ever since I was little, I can remember them not getting along. It's not that they yelled at each other or that one was physically abusive to another. I remember once, distinctly, my father had tried the pick out the perfect necklaces. One of them was silver strands with turquoise beads. He had bought them for their anniversary, wrapped up nicely. I was still in elementary school (so you know, that was a long time ago). She was standing in the kitchen, at the sink, probably smoking a cigarette. My father came up behind her to give her a hug. As he wrapped his arms around her, she shrugged him off. She never opened the presents he gave her. Later, I opened them and they became mine. Later still, they were lost in "The Great Tragedy of San Diego". But the reason I remember so distinctly this moment, is that I felt deeply hurt by my mother's actions. Here he had tried so hard to find something nice for her, and she didn't even open the gift wrap.
Flash forward to the present date. Now that my brother is gone, they're still fighting over stupid shit. Number one gripe on the list is the lack of compromise on a resting spot for my brother's remains. I want to be able to visit him on his birthday, which is the 16th of this month. Every place my dad and I like, my mom hates. Every place that we hate, she seems to favor. It's petty and it's stupid and I'm pissed off because I'm caught in the middle.
I was always caught in the middle. When my mom was having her affair, she used to make me cover for her. She and my father both were pissed off at me when I accidentally spilled the beans and told my dad that we were living with the asshole she now calls "husband".
Tonight, my mother came to the house to look through my brother's things. She callously pointed out, "This is mine, and that is mine..and that lamp belongs to me." On the way out the door, she took a rust colored, knit blanket that has been in this house for over 10 years. It's my cat Toby's favorite blanket, because he thinks he's a ninja when he sits on it. We've been using it to cover up during winter movie nights for years. So, my mother comes along and claims that it's a blanket her friend made for her way back when. I tried to coax her into leaving it where it was.
As she scrambled out the door, my father caught sight of it. He looked at me with a question mark on his face. Now, he's so outraged that she took that blanket that he couldn't even dial the phone to call my grandmother and confirm that it was her creation. He's pissed. He's swearing. And that old, ancient guilt creeps up inside me. "I tried to convince her to leave it" I pleaded with my dad. He rants about how he never should have taken his eyes off of her and how isn't it just like the bitch? I knew there would be conflict the minute she stepped in the door with her second husband and her grandchild right behind her.
I'm pissed at my mother. Her husband and grandchild have no business being in this house. She had no business trying to collect dusty and imagined debts. My father let her in here in good faith and she betrayed it. Just like when he tried to give her that jewelry she never opened.
I'm pissed at my father too. It's a blanket. Sure, it's one we all liked and one my grandmother probably did make. But, it's a blanket nonetheless. It certainly isn't something to give yourself a coronary over. Fucking parents. When this thing with my brother's ashes is over, I hope they never speak to each other again. Hell, the way things are going, I might move out and not speak to either of them myself.
I'm so damn sick of this shit.
Flash forward to the present date. Now that my brother is gone, they're still fighting over stupid shit. Number one gripe on the list is the lack of compromise on a resting spot for my brother's remains. I want to be able to visit him on his birthday, which is the 16th of this month. Every place my dad and I like, my mom hates. Every place that we hate, she seems to favor. It's petty and it's stupid and I'm pissed off because I'm caught in the middle.
I was always caught in the middle. When my mom was having her affair, she used to make me cover for her. She and my father both were pissed off at me when I accidentally spilled the beans and told my dad that we were living with the asshole she now calls "husband".
Tonight, my mother came to the house to look through my brother's things. She callously pointed out, "This is mine, and that is mine..and that lamp belongs to me." On the way out the door, she took a rust colored, knit blanket that has been in this house for over 10 years. It's my cat Toby's favorite blanket, because he thinks he's a ninja when he sits on it. We've been using it to cover up during winter movie nights for years. So, my mother comes along and claims that it's a blanket her friend made for her way back when. I tried to coax her into leaving it where it was.
As she scrambled out the door, my father caught sight of it. He looked at me with a question mark on his face. Now, he's so outraged that she took that blanket that he couldn't even dial the phone to call my grandmother and confirm that it was her creation. He's pissed. He's swearing. And that old, ancient guilt creeps up inside me. "I tried to convince her to leave it" I pleaded with my dad. He rants about how he never should have taken his eyes off of her and how isn't it just like the bitch? I knew there would be conflict the minute she stepped in the door with her second husband and her grandchild right behind her.
I'm pissed at my mother. Her husband and grandchild have no business being in this house. She had no business trying to collect dusty and imagined debts. My father let her in here in good faith and she betrayed it. Just like when he tried to give her that jewelry she never opened.
I'm pissed at my father too. It's a blanket. Sure, it's one we all liked and one my grandmother probably did make. But, it's a blanket nonetheless. It certainly isn't something to give yourself a coronary over. Fucking parents. When this thing with my brother's ashes is over, I hope they never speak to each other again. Hell, the way things are going, I might move out and not speak to either of them myself.
I'm so damn sick of this shit.
5.28.2007
Does Hell Mean Anything?
So what does it all mean?
I went to the crash site today. There were bits and pieces of the vehicle everywhere. Little tiny shreds of something tragic happening. But, what does it mean that I found a scrap of the auto with my initials drawn on it? What the fuck?
Why do I keep seeing my brother's birthday everywhere? It was on an episode of Ugly Betty. It was a time stamp on one of the crime show episodes. The pint of half and half in the fridge expires on my brother's birthday. What the fuck does that mean?
Am I just seeing all of these things because he's dead? Where they there before, but I never would have noticed? I don't believe in Heaven. I don't believe in Hell. I don't believe in God or Satan. Although I have a preoccupation with the pop culture depictions of the devil, I have no actual belief that such a character exists. In fact, I believe strongly that they don't.
However, I do believe in ghosts and a certain level of the supernatural. Contradictory? I don't think so. But, I don't want to get into my spiritual debate just yet. One thing I do believe strongly in is coinsidence. Everything happens because of something else, and maybe if I was acute enough, I could sense the pattern.
So, I feel that the piece of car crash that I picked up today on that road meant something. I just can't figure out what.
I went to the crash site today. There were bits and pieces of the vehicle everywhere. Little tiny shreds of something tragic happening. But, what does it mean that I found a scrap of the auto with my initials drawn on it? What the fuck?
Why do I keep seeing my brother's birthday everywhere? It was on an episode of Ugly Betty. It was a time stamp on one of the crime show episodes. The pint of half and half in the fridge expires on my brother's birthday. What the fuck does that mean?
Am I just seeing all of these things because he's dead? Where they there before, but I never would have noticed? I don't believe in Heaven. I don't believe in Hell. I don't believe in God or Satan. Although I have a preoccupation with the pop culture depictions of the devil, I have no actual belief that such a character exists. In fact, I believe strongly that they don't.
However, I do believe in ghosts and a certain level of the supernatural. Contradictory? I don't think so. But, I don't want to get into my spiritual debate just yet. One thing I do believe strongly in is coinsidence. Everything happens because of something else, and maybe if I was acute enough, I could sense the pattern.
So, I feel that the piece of car crash that I picked up today on that road meant something. I just can't figure out what.
5.27.2007
Another Good Man Goes to Hell
I know it's been a while since I posted. But, it's been hard times lately. My brother, who was only 17, was killed in a car crash on the 11th. I really loved him and it's really difficult to let him go. Sure, I bitched about him all the time, but that's because I loved him and I didn't want him to be a fuck up like my ex. Well, my ex can never hurt him now. He's free.
The funeral, the arrangements...the police reports, the newpaper....it's all so much to deal with at once. I'd be doing much better if everyone didn't keep fucking reminding me that my brother is dead. I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want to hear, "I'm so sorry" again. Sure, I appreciate all the sympathy and condolences and everyone means well, but, just shut up for a moment. Let me breathe.
The funeral, the arrangements...the police reports, the newpaper....it's all so much to deal with at once. I'd be doing much better if everyone didn't keep fucking reminding me that my brother is dead. I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want to hear, "I'm so sorry" again. Sure, I appreciate all the sympathy and condolences and everyone means well, but, just shut up for a moment. Let me breathe.
5.08.2007
The Hell Generator
5.04.2007
The Nipples From Hell
I'm fustrated. And restless. And dwelling in malaise.
My affair with the married man is oddly steamy one minute and cold as ice another. It's evident that he's not interested in breaking up his family. And I honestly don't want him to. I'm certainly not ready to commit to a man with children. So, I'm getting to be tired of the whole thing.
The 20-year old I went out with last night (to take my mind off of married guy), was seriously disappointing. I mean, the kid was nice and the movie was decent, but I just couldn't get into anything physical with him. It's strange for me though, because I've never had that problem before as long as I was even marginally attracted to someone.
I just want some good, satisfying sex and it has been entirely too long.
So, because I need something new and refreshing, I've decided that I'm going for the whole "1950's Pin-Up Girl" look, ala Bettie Page. Only, add a slightly gothy, slightly rockabilly twist to it. Maybe a little more like Suicide Girls. I've been teetering on a new style for weeks now, but hadn't quite found anything I thought suited me. But I think I've finally "pinned" it down.
That said, I'm headed off early this afternoon to go and get a haircut. I'm dying the locks black and having it clipped in the style of fetish diva above. Then, I am going to run down and have both of my nipples peirced. I am so bored and sick of everything around me lately that I just need a change. The easiest things to change are me.
My affair with the married man is oddly steamy one minute and cold as ice another. It's evident that he's not interested in breaking up his family. And I honestly don't want him to. I'm certainly not ready to commit to a man with children. So, I'm getting to be tired of the whole thing.
The 20-year old I went out with last night (to take my mind off of married guy), was seriously disappointing. I mean, the kid was nice and the movie was decent, but I just couldn't get into anything physical with him. It's strange for me though, because I've never had that problem before as long as I was even marginally attracted to someone.
I just want some good, satisfying sex and it has been entirely too long.
So, because I need something new and refreshing, I've decided that I'm going for the whole "1950's Pin-Up Girl" look, ala Bettie Page. Only, add a slightly gothy, slightly rockabilly twist to it. Maybe a little more like Suicide Girls. I've been teetering on a new style for weeks now, but hadn't quite found anything I thought suited me. But I think I've finally "pinned" it down.
That said, I'm headed off early this afternoon to go and get a haircut. I'm dying the locks black and having it clipped in the style of fetish diva above. Then, I am going to run down and have both of my nipples peirced. I am so bored and sick of everything around me lately that I just need a change. The easiest things to change are me.
4.30.2007
Furry Demon From Hell
This made me smile today:
I ganked in from Cute Overload which is, quite possibly, the best website on Earth.
I ganked in from Cute Overload which is, quite possibly, the best website on Earth.
4.27.2007
Neko Visits Hell Again
I knew better. I'd be a lot happier now if I hadn't. Instead, I feel like taking a kitchen knife to my chest and digging out this cursed heart. I fucking hate this shit. I fell in love, like an idiot. And it was, briefly, returned. However, he decided that his wife and kids took priority after all. I agreed with him, despite my selfish desires. I realized how much I liked him, and realized that I don't want him to fuck up his life because of me. So, what could have happened almost happened, but didn't. And I feel like I need to see my own blood again. I need to cut something open, watch it spill out, feel physically what I'm feeling emotionally. I'm at work right now, but there are tears...little, quiet ones. And there's an intense loathing for life and love and I just don't want to feel anymore.
4.16.2007
The Masculine Side of Hell
If I had a penis, I would nickname it "The Lone Gunman" and it would be sitting atop a grassy knoll of pubes. And I'd probably spend all day jerking off. But, you didn't want to know that, did you?
4.12.2007
A Fire In Hell
I just know I'm about to dis' someone's favorite band right about now. It's not intentional. Well, the dis' is intentional, but not because it's someone's favorite band. I imagine that every music enthusiast has at least one band that's their "guilty pleasure". It's that band that you'd be embarassed for the "cool kids" to know you listen to. It's that one singer you know is terrible, but it's catchy and you can't resist it for some reason. For Shenry, it's Dragonforce. (That's right buddy, I busted ya out online!) My brother hates Eminem because he's a juggalo now. But, back in the dizzay, he used to listen to Eminem all the time.
Me? Currently the band that fits into my "guilty pleasure" category is AFI. They're bad. Not bad in the Michael Jackson sense of the word...wait let me rephrase...Not bad in the ass sense of the word, bad in a moldy bread sort of way. The singer, Davey Havok is very femme, except when he's growling the lyrics. For some reason, he reminds me of Travis Barker. The lyrics are redikulous and nonsensical and remind me of cheerleader verses. The instrumental portion is only slightly more tolerable. Every song has some sort of obnoxiously repetitive guitar riff. Basically, AFI is lame. I foolishly spent the cost of their album December Underground because I liked the song Miss Murder on the radio. At first listen of the album, I smacked myself in the forehead, thinking, "Damn. I should have just downloaded this crap." It must have been the circle of bunnies on the cover that suckered me in. But, now that I have it downloaded onto my iPod, I like to give it a listen every now and then just for fun. There's something about it that started to grow on me after the first couple of listens. Maybe because it doesn't require much thought or investment to listen to. Once you stop trying to make sense out of the retarded lyrics, it can be fun to chant along to (as long as nobody else is listening). Sshh!
Me? Currently the band that fits into my "guilty pleasure" category is AFI. They're bad. Not bad in the Michael Jackson sense of the word...wait let me rephrase...Not bad in the ass sense of the word, bad in a moldy bread sort of way. The singer, Davey Havok is very femme, except when he's growling the lyrics. For some reason, he reminds me of Travis Barker. The lyrics are redikulous and nonsensical and remind me of cheerleader verses. The instrumental portion is only slightly more tolerable. Every song has some sort of obnoxiously repetitive guitar riff. Basically, AFI is lame. I foolishly spent the cost of their album December Underground because I liked the song Miss Murder on the radio. At first listen of the album, I smacked myself in the forehead, thinking, "Damn. I should have just downloaded this crap." It must have been the circle of bunnies on the cover that suckered me in. But, now that I have it downloaded onto my iPod, I like to give it a listen every now and then just for fun. There's something about it that started to grow on me after the first couple of listens. Maybe because it doesn't require much thought or investment to listen to. Once you stop trying to make sense out of the retarded lyrics, it can be fun to chant along to (as long as nobody else is listening). Sshh!
4.05.2007
4.04.2007
How the Hell Do They Do That?
Neko ambition in life is to work at the factory that makes the little ribbons inside Hershey's Kisses.
4.03.2007
Hell Gets Hot for Blue Eyes
There’s a hot, young attorney here at the office. He’s been here since I started. I used to get hot flashes when he passed me in the hallway. I swear the boy could be a male model. I can totally see him pimpin’ the Calven Klein. Blue eyes. *swoon* Of course, I’ve long since given up trying to catch his eye. He’s an attorney. He’s on a completely different rung of the ladder. He doesn’t even smile back when I see him. I smile at everyone, not just the hotties. Usually, if I don’t get a return smile, the non-smiler is automatically added to my shit list. But, I could forgive Mr. Blue Eyes for just about anything, especially any oh-so-naughty indescretions and misunderstandings. Anyway, I’m not a hot young attorney, so I don’t get any attention from hot young attorneys. Besides, rumor has it that he’s in a “serious” relationship. I saw the girl at the office Christmas party. She didn’t seem all that special, but boys don’t always have the best taste.
I used to come up with reasons why I wouldn’t want him anyway. Like, maybe he has a little wang, or he’s stuck up, or maybe he’s an obsessive compulsive neat freak, or maybe he’s one of those twisted guys who likes it when his sex partners dress in a diaper (eeewww). Gay? That would just make him hotter. But now, I’m a little more satisfied with my position in life. Now I’m content just to stare at his ass in the hallway. He’s purely eye candy for me. That doesn’t stop me from blushing on the few occasions when he does speak to me though. *swoon* What makes matters worse; he hangs out with the other super hottie attorney (also in a “relationship”) in the office. The two of them together, passing me by the cubicles, is almost too much to handle. We’re talkin’ instant pantie wetness, sudden jump in body temperature and fluttering eyelids here. *swoon* *swoon*
The other guy (let’s call him Mr. Tall) is a real sweetheart. AND he’s a vegetarian. AND he’s been one for almost as long as I have. AND he knows me by name, even though we don’t work together. Sheesh. I wonder what I have to do to snag myself a decent guy. At this age though, any guy who’s not married or gay is probably a fat, psychopathic loser or a felon or a fat psychopathic loser felon. I’ll have to ask my well-to-do friend where his rich buddies hang out. Should Neko go “Golddigger”?
I used to come up with reasons why I wouldn’t want him anyway. Like, maybe he has a little wang, or he’s stuck up, or maybe he’s an obsessive compulsive neat freak, or maybe he’s one of those twisted guys who likes it when his sex partners dress in a diaper (eeewww). Gay? That would just make him hotter. But now, I’m a little more satisfied with my position in life. Now I’m content just to stare at his ass in the hallway. He’s purely eye candy for me. That doesn’t stop me from blushing on the few occasions when he does speak to me though. *swoon* What makes matters worse; he hangs out with the other super hottie attorney (also in a “relationship”) in the office. The two of them together, passing me by the cubicles, is almost too much to handle. We’re talkin’ instant pantie wetness, sudden jump in body temperature and fluttering eyelids here. *swoon* *swoon*
The other guy (let’s call him Mr. Tall) is a real sweetheart. AND he’s a vegetarian. AND he’s been one for almost as long as I have. AND he knows me by name, even though we don’t work together. Sheesh. I wonder what I have to do to snag myself a decent guy. At this age though, any guy who’s not married or gay is probably a fat, psychopathic loser or a felon or a fat psychopathic loser felon. I’ll have to ask my well-to-do friend where his rich buddies hang out. Should Neko go “Golddigger”?
3.30.2007
Hell's Headphone S'more
I started to get sick of some of the tunes on my 'pod, so I've been browsing and downloading lately. Here's my pick-o-the-week:
The track of note is "Zero". And it goes a little somethin' like this:
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only
I was never into Smashing Pumpkins while they were still together. Just like Nirvana, I've jumped on the bandwagon far late. But, Gerard (you know who he is by now, right?) was mentioning that one of MCR's influences was Smashing Pumpkins and I thought he was pulling a Billy Corrigan when he bleached his hair. It scared me for a moment. Well anyway, I'd liked the SP songs on the radio, so decided to LimeWire a few tracks. It's kickin' my arse. So, listen to this song and get your arse kicked already!
The track of note is "Zero". And it goes a little somethin' like this:
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only
I was never into Smashing Pumpkins while they were still together. Just like Nirvana, I've jumped on the bandwagon far late. But, Gerard (you know who he is by now, right?) was mentioning that one of MCR's influences was Smashing Pumpkins and I thought he was pulling a Billy Corrigan when he bleached his hair. It scared me for a moment. Well anyway, I'd liked the SP songs on the radio, so decided to LimeWire a few tracks. It's kickin' my arse. So, listen to this song and get your arse kicked already!
3.29.2007
Undead From Hell
Am I the only person out here who would prefer having to deal with zombies to dealing with snow? That's why Neko will be staying at her desk during her lunch hour today. No zombies.
3.27.2007
She's Going To Hell for That One
I got this in one of those joke string emails people pass around at work. It cracked me up though:
Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, "I must tell
you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent."
"Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired of chardonnay."
Effin' classic.
Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, "I must tell
you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent."
"Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired of chardonnay."
Effin' classic.
3.23.2007
Hell's Headphones
I was listening to this on my iPod this morning, as I stumbled my way to the office in a pre-coffee daze. My favorite track off the album is Lunacy Fringe.
Wake up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up from below
Such a brilliant star you are
And will your love keep burning baby
Burn a hole right through my eyes
All these short times feel like no time
I thought you ought to know
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]
Do, Do you, Do you know?
Do you know how long I've waited?
To look up from below,
Just to find someone like you?
And will your love light burn me baby?
Burn a hole right through my heart
I think I might just trust you, maybe
But I'm not sure
I'm not sure I wanna know
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on?
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
I think you could make me girl
Could make me and take my life
I know you could break me girl
Take all of me
All of me, yeah hey
Wake up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up from below
Such a brilliant star you are
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on?
I'm so far gone I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]
I dig this song. It's got a good rythm and sympathetic lyrics. The Used is a good show to see live. They sound just like the do on the album and Greg is just a big, happy fool. (it's probably the drugs) Anyway, that's my music "pick-o-the-week"!
3.22.2007
Meanderings from the Mind of Hell
As I rushed to the train this morning, I passed the area where the busses dock. There was a man who looked frantic as he patted his jacket pockets and then his pant pockets. He appeared to be looking for his bus pass or fare and I had the sudden desire to be able to provide him with it as I walked by. Then, I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be grand to go through life providing people with just what they needed as you pass?” Some change here, a shoulder there, tie a shoe, rescue a puppy. It reminded me of the Coke commercial I’ve seen lately. The ad begins just like a video game; Grand Theft Auto style. Instead of running over people and smashing mailboxes, the driver jumps out of the car and does a string of good deeds. People sing, hot dog venders dance, and “give a little love” plays over it all.
My next thought was that it would take a large amount of money to be able to pull off the good-fairy routine. Or super powers. Well, Superheroes run around helping people, don’t they? But why?? Is it out of a genuine love for mankind, or do they just like showing off? Maybe they like using their powers so much that they jump at every opportunity. Look at Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. Nerdy, clumsy…it’s Superman’s impression of what men are like. So, doesn’t that mean he’s got a low opinion of our race? In that case, maybe he does like showing off.
I suppose that if I had superpowers, I’d be a super villain.
My next thought was that it would take a large amount of money to be able to pull off the good-fairy routine. Or super powers. Well, Superheroes run around helping people, don’t they? But why?? Is it out of a genuine love for mankind, or do they just like showing off? Maybe they like using their powers so much that they jump at every opportunity. Look at Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. Nerdy, clumsy…it’s Superman’s impression of what men are like. So, doesn’t that mean he’s got a low opinion of our race? In that case, maybe he does like showing off.
I suppose that if I had superpowers, I’d be a super villain.
3.20.2007
To The Bottom Of It In Hell
I did some sleuthing and discovered that the Nestle Purina Pet Care Company, (which is what I think that Purina dog food plant is) is located approximately 3.8 miles from my current location. It's Northwest of here. A quick check of the weather pattern this morning revealed that the wind was blowing Southeast. So, indeed, I'm almost sure it was dog food I smelled this morning. I hope the wind changed directions. I am a little disturbed to find that Nestle and Purina are associated. I don't think I'll be eating anything from Nestle from now on. (chocolate covered dog food?)
The Scent of Brimstone in Hell
How in tune is your sense of smell? I’d say mine is acute. Heat up a meal and, without looking, I can tell you what the ingredients are. Sniff….that’s rice…and sniff…that must be garlic…a little tomato….cilantro…I can only smell it if it’s warm.
This morning at the train station, it smelled like rain. I tried to tell if it was the smell of rain already fallen or rain to come. I like the smell of rain. When I left the train downtown the smell was dog food. Gross. It was heavy and permeating. Gag.
Ever wonder where the weird smells out there are coming from? Sometimes it’s obvious, like the smell of cooked pork wafting from the rib joint down the block. There’s a sub shop called Jimmy John’s on the street. They always smell like bread. I’d enjoy the smell, except that I think it’s artificial. I have a suspicion that it’s manufactured and pumped out through some unseen air duct. It’s not natural anyway.
But the dog food? Where the Hell did that come from? And so much of it too. There’s a Purina plant near the highway, but that must be 30 miles away at least. I’m going to mapquest and see if I can find out exactly how far. Then, maybe I’ll hit the Weather Channel and find out which way the wind was blowing. Could it have been wafting from the plant, or did someone just dump a huge load of dog food somewhere?
This morning at the train station, it smelled like rain. I tried to tell if it was the smell of rain already fallen or rain to come. I like the smell of rain. When I left the train downtown the smell was dog food. Gross. It was heavy and permeating. Gag.
Ever wonder where the weird smells out there are coming from? Sometimes it’s obvious, like the smell of cooked pork wafting from the rib joint down the block. There’s a sub shop called Jimmy John’s on the street. They always smell like bread. I’d enjoy the smell, except that I think it’s artificial. I have a suspicion that it’s manufactured and pumped out through some unseen air duct. It’s not natural anyway.
But the dog food? Where the Hell did that come from? And so much of it too. There’s a Purina plant near the highway, but that must be 30 miles away at least. I’m going to mapquest and see if I can find out exactly how far. Then, maybe I’ll hit the Weather Channel and find out which way the wind was blowing. Could it have been wafting from the plant, or did someone just dump a huge load of dog food somewhere?
3.19.2007
What the Hell Have I Gotten Myself Into?
I’ve had my head up my ass lately. My room’s a mess, my diet’s gone to shit, and I’m once again spending money like it’s flying out of my ass. (although it obviously isn’t because my head’s up there) I’ve been dating someone and it’s a sticky situation.
See, he’s real nice to me. He’s brought me roses and had my nails done. He’s got a nice car and a house to himself. He treats me all the time and he’s real sweet. Problem is, I’m just not into him anymore (read “after the first date”). The other problem is, last night he just about said ‘those three little words’. I shut him up before he had the chance. Jesus, 3 dates and already he’s offering to co-sign on loans and shit. It’s too bad that I feel sick every time he touches me. I loathe him despite his generosity.
I’ve definitely been on the flip side of this coin. I finally understand why those certain few guys just up and ran. I’d up and run too. I want to up and run. But, I don’t want to break his heart. I know it’s going to happen anyway, so I’d better do it now before things get any worse. I am afraid that he’s going to stalk me, or try to hurt me. And, having already been through that experience, it’s not something I’d like to repeat. Eeesh. I guess I’m being punished again for chasing boys. Do I ever learn? Maybe the point of this one is to teach me about being too eager in relationships.
In other news, I went to see Single File on Saturday night. They’re locals that kick. Other bands playing were Box 3, The Hanks, and Saving Verona. The Hanks were bitchin’!! I’d heard of them, but never seen them or heard their music. They cooked it up on stage that night. Lead singer = really cute. I didn’t see Saving Verona, because I was too busy doing the groupie thing with The Hanks. I got them all to sign my tie. I had the school-girl outfit on. While trying to help the band pack their instruments (you can put that trombone right here, mister!), I met a dude who works with a record company. He was cute in a Rivers Cuomo kind of way and I told him as much. We hung out for the rest of the show and I got his number. No making out, unfortunately. However, I DID get Singe File to sign my underwear!!! Corey (= another hottie lead singer) said, “That’s kinda hot.” I think I said, “So are you.” I wish I’d stuck around a little longer with those guys. Why are band guys so fucking hot??!!
See, he’s real nice to me. He’s brought me roses and had my nails done. He’s got a nice car and a house to himself. He treats me all the time and he’s real sweet. Problem is, I’m just not into him anymore (read “after the first date”). The other problem is, last night he just about said ‘those three little words’. I shut him up before he had the chance. Jesus, 3 dates and already he’s offering to co-sign on loans and shit. It’s too bad that I feel sick every time he touches me. I loathe him despite his generosity.
I’ve definitely been on the flip side of this coin. I finally understand why those certain few guys just up and ran. I’d up and run too. I want to up and run. But, I don’t want to break his heart. I know it’s going to happen anyway, so I’d better do it now before things get any worse. I am afraid that he’s going to stalk me, or try to hurt me. And, having already been through that experience, it’s not something I’d like to repeat. Eeesh. I guess I’m being punished again for chasing boys. Do I ever learn? Maybe the point of this one is to teach me about being too eager in relationships.
In other news, I went to see Single File on Saturday night. They’re locals that kick. Other bands playing were Box 3, The Hanks, and Saving Verona. The Hanks were bitchin’!! I’d heard of them, but never seen them or heard their music. They cooked it up on stage that night. Lead singer = really cute. I didn’t see Saving Verona, because I was too busy doing the groupie thing with The Hanks. I got them all to sign my tie. I had the school-girl outfit on. While trying to help the band pack their instruments (you can put that trombone right here, mister!), I met a dude who works with a record company. He was cute in a Rivers Cuomo kind of way and I told him as much. We hung out for the rest of the show and I got his number. No making out, unfortunately. However, I DID get Singe File to sign my underwear!!! Corey (= another hottie lead singer) said, “That’s kinda hot.” I think I said, “So are you.” I wish I’d stuck around a little longer with those guys. Why are band guys so fucking hot??!!
3.07.2007
Baaaaaaaaah Hell!
When Neko wears high heels, she feels like a mountain goat, click-clacking around on black, pointy hooves. She would feel like a sexy mountain goat if she were a little more coordinated and not in so much pain. Neko is a lame and unsexy mountain goat. She should have worn stockings this morning so her feet wouldn't rub their skin off on the new faux-leather. However, she hasn't done laundry in forever and her office has lost it's appreciation of her fancy sock collection. Neko doesn't own "panty hose". Mountain goats don't wear panty hose anyway.
Neko has a theory that her method of blogging about herself in the third person is a way for her to distance herself from her emotions. Neko would pay herself for therapy if she wasn't so fucking crazy. She contstantly argues and reasons with herself in her head, even about little insignificant things that don't matter to anyone but her. It's just a way she tortures herself, unintentional as it may be. Neko is looney-tunes.
Neko has a theory that her method of blogging about herself in the third person is a way for her to distance herself from her emotions. Neko would pay herself for therapy if she wasn't so fucking crazy. She contstantly argues and reasons with herself in her head, even about little insignificant things that don't matter to anyone but her. It's just a way she tortures herself, unintentional as it may be. Neko is looney-tunes.
3.06.2007
My Hellish Romance
If you don't know already, Neko is an obsessive My Chemical Romance fan ~ to the extreme even. She cremes her panties every time Gerard Way flexes an eyebrow or his picture is on the cover of a new magazine. Neko actually got to meet the band on Sunday. All of them except for Ray Toro. Neko cried. Neko got autographs. She subjected herself to hours of being crushed and trampled on, so she could be close to the stage. She loves Gerard more than ever now, if that were possible. Neko thinks that next to Gerard, every other man looks like a sack of puke. This makes it very hard to find dates. After Sunday, Neko has been very depressed. Neko hates her fucking life and wishes she could be next to Gerard 24/7. She knows it's probably a sickness. She knows she's pathetic, but she also knows she's not the only one who's ever been in love with someone she couldn't be with.
3.02.2007
2.20.2007
Send My Exes to Hell
Neko's Cell Phone Cleansing Ritual:
Supplies: 1 scented candle, any pleasing scent
1 bottle of wine
1 wine glass (optional)
1 half pound brick of Chocolate/Walnut fudge,
or substitute 1 large bag of M&Ms, or pint of ice cream
1 movie on DVD (Thelma & Louise or Enough recommended)
or subsitute good friend's phone number
Center candle on small table. Place bottle of wine with wine glass to the right of the candle (to the left, if you're left-handed). Place cell phone in front of candle. Set fudge on lap or to the left of the candle (opposite the wine). Light candle and uncork wine. Pick up cell phone and open your contacts list. Go through the list alphabetically and delete the information for any ex-boy/girlfriend, jerk who never called you, or one night stand. For each name deleted, repeat the following 3 times:
Chant : My memory of you into the trash and on your prick/clit a nasty rash,
I banish you from my contact list, along with thought of our foregone trist.
Follow with three swigs of wine and three bites of fudge for each name deleted.
When the cell phone has been purged, close your eyes and take several deep breaths. Then, extinguish the candle, pick up the fudge and wine, and find a comfy couch or lounging place from which the DVD and television are visible. Start movie and proceed to consume entire bottle of wine and brick of fudge. As an alternative, contact a close friend and bitch for an hour about how much you hate the opposite sex.
Supplies: 1 scented candle, any pleasing scent
1 bottle of wine
1 wine glass (optional)
1 half pound brick of Chocolate/Walnut fudge,
or substitute 1 large bag of M&Ms, or pint of ice cream
1 movie on DVD (Thelma & Louise or Enough recommended)
or subsitute good friend's phone number
Center candle on small table. Place bottle of wine with wine glass to the right of the candle (to the left, if you're left-handed). Place cell phone in front of candle. Set fudge on lap or to the left of the candle (opposite the wine). Light candle and uncork wine. Pick up cell phone and open your contacts list. Go through the list alphabetically and delete the information for any ex-boy/girlfriend, jerk who never called you, or one night stand. For each name deleted, repeat the following 3 times:
Chant : My memory of you into the trash and on your prick/clit a nasty rash,
I banish you from my contact list, along with thought of our foregone trist.
Follow with three swigs of wine and three bites of fudge for each name deleted.
When the cell phone has been purged, close your eyes and take several deep breaths. Then, extinguish the candle, pick up the fudge and wine, and find a comfy couch or lounging place from which the DVD and television are visible. Start movie and proceed to consume entire bottle of wine and brick of fudge. As an alternative, contact a close friend and bitch for an hour about how much you hate the opposite sex.
2.09.2007
Hell Turns Another Decade
Since today is my last day of being twenty-something, I've been doing much in the way of reflecting. There are, in fact, some things I have learned in my long and tortured life that have pearlized into shiny nuggets of knowledge; beads of wisdom to carry along into my next decade of life. And here, my friends, is where I share them with you in hopes that you may glean some small bit of understanding in the ways of the Nekoverse.
1. Everything in life is much more bearable with comfortable footwear.
2. You cannot hope to change everyone in the world. However, you can change yourself and make a world of difference in that way.
3. Learn to give your monkeys to others. I.e. whenever possible, place your burdens on more appropriate shoulders.
4. Become a connosuir of the things you love.
5. You cannot force someone to love you.
6. Next time, marry for money.
(I might add more later tonight.)
1. Everything in life is much more bearable with comfortable footwear.
2. You cannot hope to change everyone in the world. However, you can change yourself and make a world of difference in that way.
3. Learn to give your monkeys to others. I.e. whenever possible, place your burdens on more appropriate shoulders.
4. Become a connosuir of the things you love.
5. You cannot force someone to love you.
6. Next time, marry for money.
(I might add more later tonight.)
2.08.2007
A Foggy Day In Helldon Town
The local weather channel reported the weather this morning as "Dense Freezing Fog". I like fog, not so much to drive in, but it's cool to walk around in. It's the freezing part that I don't care for. Strange weather for the area. We don't usually see fog and I've never heard of the freezing variety. It would be great to live someplace where the fog is a common occurance, like London or San Francisco for instance. Everything's so quiet and misty and creepy looking. The black, jagged skeletons of the winter trees outlined by the mist are beautiful.
In other news, the Fall Out Boy album that dropped Tuesday, which I bought Tuesday, but didn't burn to my pod until last night and didn't listen to until this morning, gets two thumbs up in my book. It's a rare joy to hear an album that you can listen to all the way through. If you like the band, it's a great album. If you don't you won't like the new one as it's very typical of their music. My favorite track so far is number two ~ The Take Over, The Breaks Over.
The boy I've been seeing is in San Francisco right now. He never responds to my text messages. Several times now, I've vowed to stop sending them. I think I've become far more attached than I intended. Fallen in love, maybe. It's a one-way street, I'm afraid. So, I'm trying to keep in mind Shenry's advice to me regarding taking in all of the ups and downs of a relationship and letting them wash over me. Trying to enjoy all the aspects. It's like torture to me. I keep wondering if I should just call it off, or hold out to see what happens. He told me that he might not come back from his trip, but that he'd keep in touch. "Keeping in Touch" doesn't seem to be his strong suit.
In other news, the Fall Out Boy album that dropped Tuesday, which I bought Tuesday, but didn't burn to my pod until last night and didn't listen to until this morning, gets two thumbs up in my book. It's a rare joy to hear an album that you can listen to all the way through. If you like the band, it's a great album. If you don't you won't like the new one as it's very typical of their music. My favorite track so far is number two ~ The Take Over, The Breaks Over.
The boy I've been seeing is in San Francisco right now. He never responds to my text messages. Several times now, I've vowed to stop sending them. I think I've become far more attached than I intended. Fallen in love, maybe. It's a one-way street, I'm afraid. So, I'm trying to keep in mind Shenry's advice to me regarding taking in all of the ups and downs of a relationship and letting them wash over me. Trying to enjoy all the aspects. It's like torture to me. I keep wondering if I should just call it off, or hold out to see what happens. He told me that he might not come back from his trip, but that he'd keep in touch. "Keeping in Touch" doesn't seem to be his strong suit.
2.06.2007
Hell Boy, That'll Learn Ya!
Here is a word that needs to be in the vocabulary of every man:
re·cip·ro·cate [ ri sÃpprÉ™ kà yt ] (past and past participle re·cip·ro·cat·ed, present participle re·cip·ro·cat·ing, 3rd person present singular re·cip·ro·cates)
verb
Definition:
1. transitive and intransitive verb give mutually: to give or feel something mutually or in return
I couldn't accept such a generous gift without reciprocating.
Once you learn it, please pass it on to the guy I'm dating. I made him a birthday card, chock full of naughty pics of myself, all wrapped up in a black lace ribbon....
He sent me a text saying that it was "nice". So, does that mean he liked them, or not? I was lucky to get a text at all.
Sheesh...why do I bother?
re·cip·ro·cate [ ri sÃpprÉ™ kà yt ] (past and past participle re·cip·ro·cat·ed, present participle re·cip·ro·cat·ing, 3rd person present singular re·cip·ro·cates)
verb
Definition:
1. transitive and intransitive verb give mutually: to give or feel something mutually or in return
I couldn't accept such a generous gift without reciprocating.
Once you learn it, please pass it on to the guy I'm dating. I made him a birthday card, chock full of naughty pics of myself, all wrapped up in a black lace ribbon....
He sent me a text saying that it was "nice". So, does that mean he liked them, or not? I was lucky to get a text at all.
Sheesh...why do I bother?
2.05.2007
Hhhhhheeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
(sing to tune of 'London Bridges'):
Toooo much coffEE makes me buzz,
makes me buzz,
makes me buzz.
Toooo much coffEE makes me buzz,
makes me buzz,
makes me buzz...
I'm Viii-bray-ting!
Toooo much coffEE makes me buzz,
makes me buzz,
makes me buzz.
Toooo much coffEE makes me buzz,
makes me buzz,
makes me buzz...
I'm Viii-bray-ting!
1.31.2007
A Cloud of Hell
Shenry had a good idea (dur). Or maybe it was Snapshirts. I almost feel bad for not paying for this.
1.30.2007
Can't Get Enough of Hell
How do you define addiction? Is it a physical dependence on narcotics? Is it detrimental habitual behavior? Or, is addiction the inability to stop yourself from doing anything in excess to the point that it becomes bad for you, drugs or exercise or sky diving or World of Warcraft?
One of my favorite quotes (and I don't know who said it) is "We are the sum of our vices." Another one of my favorite quotes is, "Some people treat their bodies like a temple. I treat mine like an amusement park." However, that last one is a little beside the point.
I have been addicted to several substances in my lifetime. Most of them were short-lived, thankfully. Nicotine has been the hardest to kick. Seriously, I've done Cocaine and Heroin, and they don't hold a freakin' candle to nicotine. They will deteriorate your body and your mind much faster, but I kicked them both in the ass without going into a program. There's the likelihood that I'm a bit of an alcoholic as well. Maybe I'm in denial, but I don't see a problem with it. I just need to watch it. If it starts interfering with my job, then I need to stop.
Something I never thought I'd be addicted to is shopping. Not clothes shopping and not shopping like those crazy Black Friday people. I just can't quit spending money. It's really having a bad effect on my life and I need to get it under control. But, I don't know how to stop. I hate it! There's got to be some type of support group or advisor or something that can help me out. So, this is my cry for help, people.
One of my favorite quotes (and I don't know who said it) is "We are the sum of our vices." Another one of my favorite quotes is, "Some people treat their bodies like a temple. I treat mine like an amusement park." However, that last one is a little beside the point.
I have been addicted to several substances in my lifetime. Most of them were short-lived, thankfully. Nicotine has been the hardest to kick. Seriously, I've done Cocaine and Heroin, and they don't hold a freakin' candle to nicotine. They will deteriorate your body and your mind much faster, but I kicked them both in the ass without going into a program. There's the likelihood that I'm a bit of an alcoholic as well. Maybe I'm in denial, but I don't see a problem with it. I just need to watch it. If it starts interfering with my job, then I need to stop.
Something I never thought I'd be addicted to is shopping. Not clothes shopping and not shopping like those crazy Black Friday people. I just can't quit spending money. It's really having a bad effect on my life and I need to get it under control. But, I don't know how to stop. I hate it! There's got to be some type of support group or advisor or something that can help me out. So, this is my cry for help, people.
1.25.2007
Something Good Comes Out of Hell
I did a good deed on my lunch hour today. There's a place called Overland that's just down the mall from here. They prominently display fur coats and fur lined coats in their shop windows. So, I took the cards I got from the Human Society:
And lined all 50 of them up against the windows of their shop. Nobody stopped me and nobody commented. I left one on the train this morning too. Maybe someone will see them and think twice about supporting that store. I had also ordered door hangers from the same site and I'll go around this weekend and put them on the houses in my neighborhood. Don't worry, they're inoffensive.
And lined all 50 of them up against the windows of their shop. Nobody stopped me and nobody commented. I left one on the train this morning too. Maybe someone will see them and think twice about supporting that store. I had also ordered door hangers from the same site and I'll go around this weekend and put them on the houses in my neighborhood. Don't worry, they're inoffensive.
1.23.2007
Fur Wearing Bitch From Hell
Ooohhh! You'll never guess what happened yesterday. I was on the train, headed home after work. I'm sitting there, listening to my iPod, trying to rememeber which station I parked my car at, when guess what sits down right next to me. It was a woman in a full-length mink coat! I'm the very last person on the train to sit down next to if you're wearing fur, especially so much of it. My eyes bulged, my nostrils flared and my lips pressed themselves into a thin line of disgust. I didn't truly start fuming until I'd examined the coat to make sure it was real. Then, I stared at the woman, with the dirtiest look I could muster.
However, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. If it were just the two of us on that train, maybe it would have been different. But, it was crowded with people standing in the isles. I really dislike drawing attention to myself. I hate public embarassment. So, as angry as I was at this woman, I didn't open my mouth. But, I was upset with myself for not saying anything. "How could I," I wondered, "claim to be so anti-fur if I can't even speak up for this thing I believe in?" I started to hate myself for being such a chicken. So, I followed this woman off the train.
I walked up beside her, in the dark, and I told her that, if she had children, I hoped that they would die the same way that the animals used to make her coat did. She was visibly shocked. She didn't respond. I left. I hope that saying something to her will make her think twice about her choice of cruel fashion. I'm glad that I got over my fear and spoke out. But, I don't really feel any sense of relief or satisfaction from it. It's true that I hate fur and I really think it is a horrible crime to wear it, buy it, make it, etc. I honestly believe that it is wrong and I want to do what I can to stop it from happening. But, I didn't feel that yelling at this woman satisfied whatever I thought it was supposed to satisfy within me.
Maybe it takes practice. What I need is an anti-fur guru, who can guide me along the ways of the adamant.
However, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. If it were just the two of us on that train, maybe it would have been different. But, it was crowded with people standing in the isles. I really dislike drawing attention to myself. I hate public embarassment. So, as angry as I was at this woman, I didn't open my mouth. But, I was upset with myself for not saying anything. "How could I," I wondered, "claim to be so anti-fur if I can't even speak up for this thing I believe in?" I started to hate myself for being such a chicken. So, I followed this woman off the train.
I walked up beside her, in the dark, and I told her that, if she had children, I hoped that they would die the same way that the animals used to make her coat did. She was visibly shocked. She didn't respond. I left. I hope that saying something to her will make her think twice about her choice of cruel fashion. I'm glad that I got over my fear and spoke out. But, I don't really feel any sense of relief or satisfaction from it. It's true that I hate fur and I really think it is a horrible crime to wear it, buy it, make it, etc. I honestly believe that it is wrong and I want to do what I can to stop it from happening. But, I didn't feel that yelling at this woman satisfied whatever I thought it was supposed to satisfy within me.
Maybe it takes practice. What I need is an anti-fur guru, who can guide me along the ways of the adamant.
1.22.2007
How Do I Know That Hell Is Real?
Over the weekend, Shenry posed a very good question. He asked, "How can you tell real fur from faux?" Well, Shen, here's a link that should answer some questions for you:
Filly
Filly
1.19.2007
How Many Licks Does It Take To Get To The Center of Hell?
Try out this new link! It's cuter than f**x, and just plain wrong at times.
Hell-a Cute
This little guy is a mink. Kinda looks like a ferret, donit? Well, it takes about 65 of them to make a coat. 65 adorable little lives, just to make a hedious jacket for some stuck-up bitch to prance around in. I think you know where I'm headed with this.
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