Today One of the Things I Fear Most Happened To Me:
A spider ATTACKED me! I am a big ol’ scaredee-cat when it comes to spiders. I scream, run, fall and flail when I see one; I’m a fucking wreck and lose all street cred when I cross paths with any 8 legged freak.
Now on to the attack; I opened the front door to look for a package I am expecting, and before the door gets to a 45° angle a spider with the circumference of a quarter immediately starts running towards me! That little shit must have been the fastest spider in the world, so in true “oh shit there’s a spider” fashion, I had no control of all my limbs, through a shoe in it’s general direction, lost my balance, didn’t fall and I definitely did not look graceful; instead I looked like a spazzy cartoon character. Still freaking out I close and lock the door (just incase the spider’s posse tries to invade my house) grab another shoe, run up behind it and SPLAT, I murder the thing with a waffle print sole.
Obviously it was a home invasion and I feared for my life so the act of murder is considered self defense; Boom, police report statement; case closed!
I had to review the album Chuckles and Mr. Squishy by the band Dredg earlier this year for PunkWorldViews.com . I didn’t really care for the album but this song “Kalathat” was the best song on the album to me. It didn’t sound like anything else on the album.
The reason why i like it so much is that the imagery from this song is unreal. Just from the music and lyric combo i get an emotion that fits in perfectly with a blue and grey scale. I picture rain, cold faced emotions, a man walking through the world like no one notices him. I make up some pretty vivid storyboards in my head and i feel like i’m watching some sad movie on the Sundance channel or something, because the pictures i create in my head are too good to be a Lifetime Network production.
I love how the lyrics let my imagination run wild; something that i’ve lost touch with over the years, in story telling and in writing. It gets the gears in my brain turning, I guess that’s all i’m trying to say and i guess that’s why i like it so much.
Today I leave on a 5 week tour with friends and all we have to live for is music. Skipping showers and meals are the least of my worries. These are the best years of my life and I’m not gonna waste it sitting in an office being a lame suit. l don’t plan on losing out on fun life experiences like this. I know that there will be good times, awesome times, and bad times but at the end of the day i know i am gonna have some of the greatest stories to share with friends, family, nieces, and nephews. So let’s get this show on the road as i pack for a tour across America the day of, and hours before i leave.
If we stop in your town come hang out, party on Wayne!
Dad is what i usually get. “If you shaved your head you would look just like your dad.” well thanks for the compliment, i guess? But people also tell me I look like my mom, just not as often as my bald headed dad; I’m the perfect combo of two people who love each other enough to bring a wild and crazy tattooed (not a part of my parents vision, but whatever) child into the world.
I was looking through some of my mom’s old pictures of her when she was growing up and i swear someone instragramed or hipstamaticed a picture of me as a little girl. I said “Mom, is this a picture of me or you?” she replied “it’s a picture of me, can’t you tell?” Now, I could totally see my mom in the picture, but it’s fuckin mind boggling how much it looks like me.
Now you be the judge and tell me this doesn’t look like a picture of your favorite tattooed jackass friend and/or relative that will do anything just a get a laugh out of you.
My Mom: The OG Hipster
Me: Trying to make a headband worn of the back of my head fashionable
for the raddest job. It has guaranteed travel time and it involves going to music festivals and shows constantly. I am so excited about this job. I already have some great ideas to bring to the company. I am thankful that i stubbled upon this opportunity, i’m so excited i can’t sleep! The first thing I am going to do when i wake up is give my old boss and best mentor ever a call to make sure he does a follow up with the company I applied to.
I can’t say much more with out giving too much away or jinxing it. All i know is that it seems like a job that is perfect for me and i know that i am the best choice for the company. I’ve got experience and talent in every area they need it. I haven’t been this excited about a job opportunity in a long time. fingers crossed and wish me luck.
Who wants to look at, or have their parents watch them, while they're having sex?
Well the answer is NO ONE. I was recently thinking about portrait tattoos and how there are a lot of good tattoo artist that can bang out (no pun intended) some really awesome portraits and how a lot of people get portrait tattoos to commemorate the love that they have for family and people they hold close to their heart. I think it’s RAD to love someone so much that you want them on your body forever, i use to want one myself (of my dad) until this thought crossed my mind: Whenever i’m doing something i wouldn’t want my dad to see, his face will be right there and ruin the mood.
I’m not gonna go into detail but when you are having intimate moments with a guy (or whatever you prefer) you don’t want to see his mom’s face or someone else in his family while you’re in a fun and compromising position; talk about a boner killer. Even if you can’t see the tattoo in all “positions” your partner might be able to.
"Hey dad check out this reverse cowgirl!"
or how about “Hey mom have you ever seen the praying mantis?!”
Just thinking of those funny situations i know i will never get a portrait tattoo of any of my loved ones.
(this was written from a humor aspect, but really seriously think about it hahaha)
I’m currently a little down in the dumps when it comes to money and how it affects my life. I quit my job at the begining of the year because i couldn’t continue doing something that i wasn’t happy or excited to do anymore. I just ran out of my last pay check today (it doesn’t help that gas is $4) and i had to transfer money from my savings account. Lets see how far i can stretch this $1,000 bucks. My parents are concerned because i have no income and they think i’m going to blow through my savings. Punk music, tattoos, and art are always worth the money regardless of how much or little i have to spend. I started putting a bunch of stuff on craigslist, selling my couches, and i have my tax refund check to look forward too; so that should help my wallet out.
Even though i’m bummed out on the fact that i need some form of money or bartering system to do things that make me happy I know i can depend on music and my friends. As long as i’m going to shows, having good times with my friends, and making some of the best memories anyone could ever have, I’ll be just fine.
Right now my current view of complete happiness would be: A tattooed gypsy traveling the country/world with punk bands, awesome friends and awesome people. I’m confident this will happen this summer and i will make it my life. You only live once and that is how i want to live my life.
"Penniless isn’t worthlessness/So just for now spare your tears of your empty pockets"
It was over a year ago and my best friend and I went to a concert. I got super drunk and my friend stepped up to the plate for DD duties.
I did a disfuctional walk all the way to the car and as soon as I sat in the passenger seat I laughed and announced “uh oh! I have the spins!”. My friend had to pull over a few times for me to be a lady and spread the liquor cheer with dim lit suburb neighborhoods a.k.a. Barf. After I took care of business I rolled down my window and hung my head out the window like a dog for 15 miles; second thought make it 23ish miles because I’m pretty sure I got my friend lost. I was no help because I was passed out with my head hanging out the window.
She finally made it to my parents house with a helpful phone call navigator. She woke me up and I walked in the house, made a quick stop to the bathroom to pray to the porcelain god one last time. After I was done I proceeded to my parent’s room to tell them I was home. I guess it was more of harassment because my dad just said “Go to bed drunkass!” Oh yeah it was a Sunday night and I had work the next morning.
Every once and a while I think of this story and laugh because of what my dad told me. I think its pretty funny. I woke up feeling chipper the next morning and I think my friend woke up tired, cold and un-entertained; but what a nice pal to drive my drunkass home.
*currently co-piloting from Oregon to Fresno CA completely sober laughing at myself in this dumb drunk story.
This was nice to hear: Some stranger called a few weeks ago to leave a request for the radio show i use to produce. It was nice to know that a stranger had nice things to say as if he was my friend, but he’s a stranger; what a nice guy! So thanks Jon! p.s. if you know Jon tell him i would like some Canadian whiskey
I’m not sure how to feel, I have tons of different feelings right now. I think I look and feel kind of like Eeyore (the donkey from Winnie the Pooh). Bittersweet, I feel happy and sad at the same time so I guess that just makes me neutral.
I just looked down at my desk and I cheered up because I forgot that it’s my last playlist for Complete Control Radio and I picked a shit load of songs that I want to hear. It’s one of my favorite playlists that I’ve made. I picked Against Me! as the 3 peat (3 songs in a row) band, but cheated and played 4 songs instead of 3, Andrew W.K .“party hard”, Eagles of Death Metal “chase the devil”, Metallica “seek & destroy”, Iron Maiden “Iron Maiden”, and The Distillers “bullet & the bullseye”; I am kind of bummed that I have to edit the best line in that song out: “you think I’m a sucker/well you’re fucking sick/the only thing I suck is my man’s dick” so we’ll see how that sounds after I’m finished.
So as I take notes for my final playlist I’ll listen to one of the best bands around to cheer me up Against Me! and I’ll kick it off right with As The Eternal Cowboy.
“It was fun while it lasted, but now we(I) should be going”
Cheers! to new experience, new beginings and life long friendships...
I quit my job. It was one of the most difficult things i had to do on so many levels but one of the biggest was that the people i work with are some of my closest friends. Where i work(ed) we treat each other like family and we always have each others back. We are always doing things together whether it be hanging out at work, having good times at the bars, playing jokes on each other, going to shows, etc. I was afraid of telling my boss and co-workers that i was quitting because i didn’t want our friendships to be ruined.
I delivered the news to my boss Monday. I was prepared to read my letter to him but my emotions took over and i started to cry. My boss then responded to me with “I am not mad and i totally understand”; he offered nothing but comforting words and positive vibes. He then asked “can i hear your letter?” I told him “yes, but i don’t think i can read it to you i will have to turn away.” He then told me “how about i read it because i don’t want to cry.” After he read the letter i knew that it got to him because he made a sigh that was accepting and sad all at the same time.
He then asked what my plans were or if i had an idea of what i wanted to do next (job wise). I then told him what i wanted to do. He responded to me with “Done! I will go upstairs and call my friend right now!” I was excited and shocked all at once; excited because he was going to help me get the gig i wanted and shocked because i know my boss is a great guy but his helpfulness and generosity took it to a whole new level. After this was all said and done, we knew that i would be leaving at the end of the month and the only thing left to do was to tell the rest of my co-workers and find someone to train and takeover my position.
The next day i let all of my co-workers know that this would be my last month with the company and what my plans are for my next job. They were all understanding and very supportive. This is all an overwhelming feeling because even though me leaving the company is a downer everyone is being nothing but positive and telling me that if i need anything from them that they are here for me.
Leaving the company is bittersweet because i am leaving to do something that is new and exciting, and at the same time i won’t be seeing my friends everyday. I am happy to know that there are people in the world who are nice, genuine, and put their good morals and good intentions into running a business. They are doing things the honest way and are in it to help everyone out. Working with people like this makes it hard to leave the company; but at the same time it is a great feeling to have when everyone you work with has your back and that they are happy for you. They also made it clear that we are still “bros” and that i can stop by anytime.
So to Joe, Bill, Johnny B, Alex, Jon, Eddie, and Thomas: thank you for making working with you guys fun and feel more like friendship and less like co-workers, and for always having my back and supporting me. It was fun being part of the Dummy family and our last Roy’s dinner will be one of my favorite memories with you guys. It’s going to be sad not seeing you all everyday after i leave but i know i’ll still be seeing you guys all the time. This isn’t a goodbye its a see you later.
I am about to do something that is considered a bad idea by a lot of people who are outsiders looking in and who may not fully understand the situation or my thinking process.
Now that I have made up my mind to follow through with my actions I know this is why I have been out of my element for the last few weeks: feeling depressed, not partaking in my usual activities, being scared and standoffish to things happening around me; It is a scary feeling to have, I am constantly anxious and lying to the people around me. I hate having this feeling because I know I will be letting some people down and disappointing them. I don’t like doing that so I know that is why I have all of these feelings. But in the end it is only my feelings that matter; I should do what makes ME happy not what makes others happy. I have my mind made up and set to go through with my decision. The anticipation is killing me inside, its so nerve-racking, but I have to stick to what I believe is the best choice at this time.
I’m going to take the leap, and that is the scariest part. Once you jump you cant go back because its too late; I’m scared of where I’m going to land. But I know no matter where I land I’ll be making the right choice because I did it for myself and no one else.
Is what my Dad told me today after I unveiled yet another tattoo on my canvas. ”Slow down, seriously, that’s enough you just got one a month ago!” He’s not mad he’s just being a parent and he doesn’t fully understand how I do things.
I understand slow down as an action, but when he told me slow down I felt like he was telling me in a living life sense, and I don’t really live my life with that phrase in mind.
I recently moved back home and right now I am at a strange point in my life where I realize I am finding out and figuring out who I’m becoming. Tattoos have always been in my life plan since I was 13 and now that I am 22 and becoming my own person I have to start restricting and putting my growing on hold for my parent’s sake? I’m HAPPY with what I am doing with my life right now and I’m HAPPY with who I’m becoming so far but it’s a shitty feeling to have when your parents don’t like/agree with how you go about becoming yourself.
I know that when parents have their first child, hold them for the first time, look into their eyes and immediately fall in love they don’t have dreams or aspirations of their children being covered in tattoos; but I do know that they want their child to be HAPPY. So let me be HAPPY, that’s all I’m saying. Let me feel good about having art on my body. I don’t want to be scared to show you the things that make me HAPPY in life. I’ll be okay, don’t worry, just let me do my thang Mom and Dad.
I lay awake in the dark silence unable to sleep because of anxious feelings. After I finally get my brain to stop going a mile a minute and start to having more logical thoughts, I can’t help but think what a year I have had. All of the fun, the adventures, and moments that I experienced and wouldn’t trade for anything imaginable. I’ve made tons of new friends: I’ve finally found punk friends that will last a lifetime, made a new best friend, some new tattoo friends, and a slew of North County peeps that I’m very glad to have met. With these friends I’ve had some of the best music related times ever. I would have to rate 2010 as my best year so far.
I’ve grown a lot as a person. Finding out I can make it on my own as long as I have good company. Finding out that I have the necessary skills to manage a band. Finding out that as long as I am happy or content that’s all that matters. Learning that music is what I live for and that it might mean more to me than I ever thought possible.
With all of this said 2011 is going to be a year full of surprises to say the least. Am I scared? Fuck yeah I am. Am I ready to accept the challenges? I have to be. Am I doing the right thing? I think so. Will it be worth it? I won’t know unless I try. All I know is that music will be there and so will my friends and they (music included) will be around when I need it most.
And not in a good way. I’ve been so tired the last few days from moving and lack of sleep and today it finally caught up to me. I was tired crabby and cranky, and I was at work when I didn’t want to be just because of the mood I was in. Then to top it off I had to go to my old house for a walk through so I can get my deposit back and they said be there at 4pm they showed up an hour and a half late and my roommate had the power turned off yesterday so we had to reschedule the walk through for tomorrow because it was dark and you cant see anything. Then they have the nerve to ask me “are you sure the lights don’t work?”; like i’m some kind of moron, i wanted to say “yeah bitch when you flick the switch and there is no light i’m gonna say it doesn’t” (common sense right?). I wanted to cry because I was so unhappy just like a damn baby, grown ups need their sleep too I guess. So I treated myself to a bottle but one of the adult kind, so cheers and lets drink our sorrows away!
Good things happen to good people. I like to think that I am a good person and I own up to my flaws, and even though it kills me to say I am wrong I will acknowledge it (maybe not immediately but I will). With that said, what is the “good thing” that “good people” get rewarded with? Is it momentary happiness or is it an infinite happiness or is it something else that cannot be explained?
Currently I am a good person wondering when that “good” thing is going to happen? So I guess I will answer that question myself with another saying: “be the change you want to see in the world”.
So cheers, and I hope everyone has a great weekend.
This is a post inspired by a funny guy i know named Sean. This is a direct quote from him “if you’re traveling 6 hours you better get some dick” (referring to acquaintances traveling 6 hours to visit boyfriends).
My friend is out and about doing some semi far off travels and we we’re exchanging funny texts. Some where in our conversation traveling and “action”(involving genitalia of course) came up. My friend asked if they get “action” too because they flew? I think flying is cheating because it cuts down travel time considerably, but there are no rules when it comes to getting “action”. This is what i had to say: “Yeah you get some D, only if your intention was to get some D. If D wasn’t your intention any D received during said travel is additional compensation” (D is for Dick)
So here are some fun words to live by while traveling. Oh yeah and remember, “you can’t go wrong when you shield your dong”
I had a long day at work; nothing bad or gnarly happend it just ended up being a super long day. My roommate told me that we we’re going to be having a few house guest (8+) because we had offered our house up to a few bands that were coming through town.
We stayed up till 3am with a lot of beer chilling in the fridge, anticipating the bands arrival. We thought that by the time they got to our house they would want to go to bed, but they didn’t. They wanted to stay up late, hang and party.
The party didn’t start till 3am and it didn’t stop a quarter to 7; the sun was coming up and i had to be awake in 2 1/2 hours to go to work but i didn’t care. We all stayed up (some later than others) talking about our favorite funny movies, our encounters with ghosts, and tour experiences.
Last night was awesome because for the entire time we were up, hanging out and having a good time I didn’t have one care in the world. I didn’t care that I have a ton of bills to pay and not enough money to pay them with; i didn’t care that i had work in a few hours; i didn’t care about anything. The only thing i cared about was that moment; having a great time with awesome people and friends. This is what makes me happy and clarifies (to me anyway) that this is what life is about. I could drop everything i have going for me on a dime: money, job, house, etc. Because moments like last night remind me that if you take life too seriously you miss out on some of the most memorable fun experiences, no matter how simple it is
Me: (knowing it was a secret, i went for personal lol. All questions were responded with “Nope” by the way) sex shop? Donating plasma or bodily fluids of any kind in exchanges for money? The pound? Was it an adventure? Travel? Museum?
Roommate: I’m done playing this game, so i’m not gonna answer you anymore.
Me: fine i will make up funny stories in my head about what you did today…..
Story #1: She went to the library and checked out some Rosetta Stone Learn Spanish dvds. Learned the entire spanish language in 3 hours, came home and had a life changing conversation with our Spanish speaking landlords.
Story #2: Went to our local elementary school and snuck into the 5th grader’s classroom at recess and stoll all of their lunches. She squished everything that wasn’t vegan and devowered everything that was vegan.
Story #3: Walked into Vegan House and challenged Lady Kambucha to an MC battle. They battled with authentic gold chains and diamond grills. Lil Jon was passing through and made a guest appearance. They recorded a track in his portable studio, right on the spot; their song is titled “Sippin’ on dat booch, bitch call me vegan”. It’s up on iTunes now; look for the chopped and screwed version and remix featuring T-pain coming soon.
Story #4: Went to the fountain downtown and stole all the change until she was arrested by the cops. Her excuse ” I was making change for a C note”.
Story #5: Joined The Millionaires as there fourth member to be the token white girl. Her stage name: Affermative Action.
If any of these stories were true they would be extremely funny, but sadly they are not. I am pretty sure she said what she did today was a “secret” just to be a beezy.