Friday, November 20, 2009

sorry I let you down (AD)

Tumblr stole all of my time, so find my shenanigans there
http://alabasterdisaster.tumblr.com/

Friday, November 6, 2009

JOB JOB JOB (AD)


basically my job hunting might come to an end, I posted this in the PRD forum
"my sisters, boyfriend's, best friend works in the electronic department at Walmart and he is trying to hook me up with a job, Yeah I am grateful and all and I know I can't be picky but WALMART?!?! it just makes me sick the thought of having to kiss the asses of uneducated masses, the people who suffice off of mountain dew and KFC, the people with Nascar T shirts and crocs, where is the vomit emoticon?"
It makes my blood boil of the idea of having to be subordinate to jerks, at my old work a man called me bitch for not making his drink in 2 minutes!!!
and not to mention CORPORATE SWINE!!!!! RAAAAAAWR

Monday, November 2, 2009

I am not dead (AD)

I will give you a real post tomorrow, lately I have been really addicted to Tumblr, see you all tomorrow

Saturday, October 24, 2009

So Far..... (AD)


So far, life is kinda boring, Ive seen 2 movies this month, Where The Wild Things are and The Invention Of Lying, BOTH WERE FUCKING AWESOME, especially The Invention Of Lying, I laughed and cried during both of those movies, god I am pathetic, what is it Cry-tober?
Peach cut me some bangs, So this means 2 things, 1. I lost bet number two but its okay neither of us really cared AND 2.I love having bangs it was torture when they grew out during bet number one
Isn't she adorable with her magenta infused Do?(she used to be a model, I shit you not, she used to do run way stuff and she was offered to go to Milan, but she didn't really enjoy it so shes happy being a normal wacko person like me) and for some reason my teeth look gnashed and crooked in this picture ALSO Brew is dating Peaches older brother!, SO THE YOU TUBE VIDEOS! I use a camera phone, and I can only send videos under one minute so that's why the videos are short, also I sound like a weird man, and etc etc etc excuses, TODAY I SAW THAT THEY SOLD TANK GIRL IN A REALLY FAR AWAY MALL FROM ME!!! for all three of the TG graphic novels it would of cost me 45 bucks altogether and I didn't even have a penny, AHHHHHHRRRRGG!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

WHAT ARE YO HALLOWEEN PLANS? (AD)


I think I just might dress up like Zombie Chaplin and get drunk, but the moment the hat falls off people will think I am zombie Hitler, So I just might be a mighty boosh character

A video for you Michael Jackson fans (AD)

this is for real, fur eel, Furry Eels!

Monday, October 19, 2009

What makes you unique? (AD)

well I am disappointed that no one commented on my last post, I was expecting everyone to have an opinion, I do have a counter on here, and out of those 40 views from the last 2 days none of them had something to say hmmmmm

well I made a YouTube video, can you guys handle commenting on THAT, seriosuly I thought people were dieing to share their thoughts, (yikes I sound like a dude) My name on YouTube is Panic Pistol, I made that account years ago so thats the reason for the fact that its not Alabaster Disaster


Saturday, October 17, 2009

"Fight Sexism In Our Scene" topic (AD)


recently ( like a couple of weeks ago) on the PRD forum a topic was posted called "fight sexism in our scene"
let me start by saying I don't live in Chicago, I am not a Feminist because I am more of a libertarian (I focus more on rights as a whole not really as a gender) nor have I ever come in contact or witnessed the "Chi-town 77" but this problem is universal, men having a problem with girls at concerts or in the punk scene solely because of their gender or opinions, it does need to stop, its obnoxious, juvenile, and completely fucking lame. here is what some of the posters had to say
IrishAbsinthe:"Chicago ladies, and ladies everywhere else.
I'd had it up to fucking here. I've had it up to here with girls being treated like fucking meat, with girls who aren't fighters getting punched by men who want to shut them up (Chi-town 77) and by fuckwads taking advantage of drunk girls at parties. I don't want to be subjugated in my scene anymore. I don't want other girls who might not know how to stand up for themselves to be. So what do we do? Maybe I have this mother hen instinct to protect young girls in the scene from this bullshit, no matter how much my personal ties might conflict with theirs or whatever, but I am just plain tired of all this bullshit. Maybe we should write a zine or something? Handing it out at shows it effective because I've never known a punk to just drop a zine on the ground. It's interesting and its memorabilia, so its effective.Maybe I should start handing out fliers at shows with this sweet ass hand drawn "fight sexism in our scene" drawing. Maybe I just start pulling girls aside and talking to them about their experiances and writing it down. Maybe we should start a fucking girl band like i've been wanting to do forever. Amanda, Molly, Meg, do any of you play intruments? I sing like a motherfucker.Excuse the late night ramblings but im kind of off my rocker currently and I am tired of hearing about another girl whos party got crashed and she got beat up or pee'd on just because she was a girl who dared to open her mouth."

MissVicious:
ugh in our scene almost any girl either has to put out, or be a bitch, to get in. Sometimes if you are awesome enough the guys wont taunt you :/yeah, it goes abot 50/50 because a lot of girls want the "quick way" in, and have no self respect. They also dont last very long... because they think being a slut is what it's all about.

Gia:"
I mean, honestly, girls ask for it sometimes. Either by saying some shit to a guy, or picking a fight with one, thinking that they're 'omgz tuff' because they know they won't get hit back. I'm not saying that these girls should get their asses kicked, but it's asinine to expect guys to take their shit. Pulling the 'sexism' card won't help either."

JADED YOUTH:"
hmm.. i was raised up with it being almsot like a gang.. but i dont remember shitheads targetting girls. I mean im all for solidarity that came with being in our crew. more so than some lame kid suddenly professing themselves a punk and showing up to shows. It didnt happen like that you had to prove your worth.. but i never had to deal with straight up retardation like 77 bullshit... thats just yeah."

Geminta : "Something my Granny used to tell me was that "if the girls wouldn't, the boys couldn't." Essentially, if the females did not allow themselves to be treated in this manner, it simply would not happen."

MeritaViola: "It gets a bit difficult to push back when there are 10 or so of them.
And with club security.. what are they gonna do? Toss 'em on the street? Ok, sure. But then what? Then folks are just supposed to magically get home safe and sound?
As for protecting yourself... meh, there's only so much you can do beyond staying with your friends (particularly if they look strong, haha) They don't really target people who are smarter than them, or look like they can take care of themselves. Pretty typical of this kind of attitude, people being picked on are mainly people who are
1. new and eager to make friends in the scene (yes, there are brown nosers in punk, too)
2. small or otherwise unable to really do anything to protect themselves (drunk, alone, young, etc..)
3. stupid or have submitted to the idea that men can treat women like crap.
yea.... bullying is super manly."

wwwwwwwwwwwhat is your opinion on this? if you have anything to add feel free to comment and discuss, even lurkers and annoymous readers can comment and contribute.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Como se dice "sexual harassment" y "obnoxious"? (AD)


(we pretty much behaved like these guys, but instead of raping and beating people we ate pizza)
Jess asked me to make a post elaborating on Sunday night dinner, in short I harassed everyone, First I pretended I was on an episode of super sweet sixteen and told the waitress that I was a princess, luckily she had a sense of humor, before I saw my friend Ben come into the restaurant I saw that he was wearing a Tye dye shirt so I yelled "WHATS UP LIEUTENANT FAG!" to which he just laughed, I asked the waitress if the male staff would give us all lap dances for my birthday, she brought one waiter to the back room and told him to dance, he just looked horrified and left. also Sarah and Nick wanted to leave the She Male Porn DVD as a tip, but I liked the pizza there so I told them not to.

Monday, October 12, 2009

My New Tattoo (and other space oddities) (AD)


(sexy Bowie cake!) (very bad picture and the mirror reversed it but actually its upside down it says CCXXII)
yesterday was my birthday, me (mi?) madre gave me stamps and cardigans, I also got the following Items from the unbilogical clan: A sugar skull ashtray, A fine Cuban Cigar (we all tried to smoke it but it took forever so we stubbed it out and decided to save the rest for a rainy day), A bottle of Baileys, 2 Lotto tickets, Old Gregg water colors, A set of 7 Harmonicas, A she male porn DVD (yeah WTF guys?), Pygmy by Chuck Paliniuk (book), A pack of marlboro reds, 2 felt bats, A glorious tattoo (which I have a shitty picture of), and Brew made me a David Bowie cake

Friday, October 9, 2009

My favorite poem ever (its very long) (AD)

"Howl" by Allen Ginsberg

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook-
lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless
ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
until the noise of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s
floated out and sat through the stale beer after
noon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack
of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to
pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook-
lyn Bridge,
lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping
down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills
off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic
City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-
ings and migraines of China under junk-with-
drawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-
father night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep-
athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in-
stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis-
ionary indian angels who were visionary indian
angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla-
homa on the impulse of winter midnight street
light smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston
seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship
to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving
behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees
and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire
place Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the
F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist
eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom-
prehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting
the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union
Square weeping and undressing while the sirens
of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed
down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also
wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked
and trembling before the machinery of other
skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight
in policecars for committing no crime but their
own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu-
scripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly
motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean
love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose
gardens and the grass of public parks and
cemeteries scattering their semen freely to
whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up
with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath
when the blond & naked angel came to pierce
them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate
the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar
the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb
and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but
sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the craftsman’s loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of
beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can-
dle and fell off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the hall and ended fainting
on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and
come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling
in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning
but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun
rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked
in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad
stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these
poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy
to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls
in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with
gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet-
ticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station
solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and
picked themselves up out of basements hung
over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy-
ment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a room full of steamheat
and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment
cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime
blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall
be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested
the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of
Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their
pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the
bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in
their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned
with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded
by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty
incantations which in the yellow morning were
stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht
& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable
kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for
an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot
for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks
fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess-
fully, gave up and were forced to open antique
stores where they thought they were growing
old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits
on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse
& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments
of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the
fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinis-
ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the
drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap-
pened and walked away unknown and forgotten
into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley
ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of
the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas-
saic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street,
danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed
phonograph records of nostalgic European
1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and
threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans
in their ears and the blast of colossal steam
whistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying
to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out
if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had
a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who
came back to Denver & waited in vain, who
watched over Denver & brooded & loned in
Denver and finally went away to find out the
Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying
for each other’s salvation and light and breasts,
until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for
impossible criminals with golden heads and the
charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet
blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky
Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys
or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or
Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the
daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp
notism & were left with their insanity & their
hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism
and subsequently presented themselves on the
granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads
and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in-
stantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin
Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho-
therapy occupational therapy pingpong &
amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic
pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of
blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad
man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the
East,
Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid
halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rock-
ing and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench
dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a night-
mare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the
moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book
flung out of the tenement window, and the last
door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone
slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur-
nished room emptied down to the last piece of
mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted
on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that
imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of
hallucination
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and
now you’re really in the total animal soup of
time
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed
with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use
of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrat-
ing plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space
through images juxtaposed, and trapped the
archangel of the soul between 2 visual images
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun
and dash of consciousness together jumping
with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna
Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intel-
ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con-
fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
yet putting down here what might be left to say
in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in
the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the
suffering of America’s naked mind for love into
an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone
cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered
out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand
years.

II

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open
their skulls and ate up their brains and imagi-
nation?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob
tainable dollars! Children screaming under the
stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men
weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the
loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy
judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the
crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!
Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stun-
ned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose
blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers
are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a canni-
bal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking
tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long
streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose fac-
tories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose
smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch
whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch
whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!
Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream
Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in
Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom
I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch
who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!
skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
industries! spectral nations! invincible mad
houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-
ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to
Heaven which exists and is everywhere about
us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!
gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole
boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!
gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De-
spairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides!
Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on
the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the
wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!
carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the
street!

III

Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
I’m with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I’m with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful
typewriter
I’m with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and
is reported on the radio
I’m with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit
the worms of the senses
I’m with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the
spinsters of Utica
I’m with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the
harpies of the Bronx
I’m with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re
losing the game of the actual pingpong of the
abyss
I’m with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul
is innocent and immortal it should never die
ungodly in an armed madhouse
I’m with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your
soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a
cross in the void
I’m with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and
plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the
fascist national Golgotha
I’m with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island
and resurrect your living human Jesus from the
superhuman tomb
I’m with you in Rockland
where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-
rades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
I’m with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under
our bedsheets the United States that coughs all
night and won’t let us sleep
I’m with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the
roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls col-
lapse O skinny legions run outside O starry
spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is
here O victory forget your underwear we’re
free
I’m with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Who would fucking hire you? (AD)


A daycare center thats who! it seems that I have a 75 percent chance that I will be hired at a daycare center in town, I think Ms. M really likes me, and the kids there like me, and the parents.....well fuck them not many parents of small children like teenagers anyways because adults are protective of the little ones, it sounds like a Bode job and I can't wait to have it! I was going to make a post on my Atheism but I am really not in the mood to type that much, I just ate a Kashi bar and I am lying in my bed and I am too comfortable to explain and pontificate. but If you are a creationist feel free to bitch at about ot to me in the comments box because even annoymous lurkers can post here, and I love a free argument! uhg I am going to have to dye my hair all black again for the job, well fuck I just spent a month bleaching it! whaaaateveeeer I can blow with it. Later I will add more music to the player because It mainly keeps playing all the ska I let Peach add, nothing against ska but I am tired of hearing it and I want more punk and fun stuff on the player. MY BIRTHDAY IS SUNDAY! fucking A, also Me and my Sister (I will refer to her as EMX) are going to get matching sister tats that say CCXXII those are the roman numerals for 222, The reason we are getting CCXXII is because we are 2 years two months and 2 days apart in age, also I think I will start crafting more next month if I get my sewing machine needle fixed and start buying more shit to make jewlery, I really want to make bone jewlery but I don't eat meat so I don't know where to find bones, I will figure it out, Over and Out, May God B. Less

Monday, October 5, 2009

Friday, October 2, 2009

YOUR VAGINA IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS (AD)


(Don't fall in the lake Narcissus)
yeah I am soooo punk rocck but I still like to bitch about A-listers ( Henry Rollins inspires me, YouTube his "Letters to people" so funny, sigh) Meagan Fox is like Chinese food, shes hot and tasty but she makes you want to vomit (I like Chinese food, I can't digest grease though so an hour after eating it I vomit like Reagan from the exorcist)
I really don't give a shit how attractive people thin she is, Her face looks like its about to receive a sweaty mans load, her voice is strung and annoying, and from what I can tell she is just a total bitch, also I read that RollingStone interview, all she did was bitch and gave us too much info, its funny how she said something along the lines of, "I hate publicity and attention" and then has photos of her in lingerie and heels hamming it up, She obviously thrives on attention, she also said something along the lines of "girls were jealous of me, I got my period when I was 10 and started masturbating" and something like "men are afraid of powerful Vaginas, I wasn't born with a special Vagina" good for you you fucking CuntTart! way to shame your self for future eons to see.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Fuck Sweeny Todd, Turquoise is where its at (AD)



after trying to platinum the blonde, some stands started to get stretchy and melty, and plus the blonde didnt compliment my skin tone, so I slapped on the Turquoise with zeal

top 10 reasons why cold weather rocks (AD)


1uno) LAYERS, if you do not like layering your clothes you are a damn fool!, Ive got the multiple shirts and jackets with Docs rockin in the fall leaves and winter snow!, Me and Brew decidedly agreed on this one without debate. (I am not much of a stocking girl but I whole heartedly agree on the over usage of them in fall, I saw girls in leggings during the summer and I just thought they were trying too hard)

2dos)brighter darker makeup. Whats that? all the lipstick and bright shadows you were afraid to use during the summer are still on your shelf? well lucky you! Fall is the time of year you can wear a bland outfit and plaster on some red lipstick and plum shadow! (man I am a nerd) but it is true!

3tres) DRANKS, mmmm cocoa, black coffee, (peppermint shnapps) in fall you can drink cozy stuff and also drink stuff that makes you feel cozy (wink wink nudge nudge) its awesome to sit on a freezing deck wearing your layers and dark makeup while holding a huge mug of awesome.

4cuatro) All the bugs die!!! I have eczema and sensitive skin, bugs make it all worse with their crawling and biting and ECK, I was watching a DVD once and heard a digging sound, It was a bug BURROWING in my ear, AHHHHH. yeah in winter those things are busy dieing heh heh heh.

5cinco) Blankets, sounds lame but in summer it takes me forever to sleep because I am all sweaty and it feels like I am lying on a bed of hot coals, In winter you can put on some socks and snuggle into your cozy bed and tunnel into the blankets, plus you can save money on the electric bill by turning off the heat and snuggling into bed with your sweetheart.

6seis) HALLOWEEN, look if you hate candy, dressing up, making fake blood, being spooky, partying and all things fun then you must not like Halloween, I like it better than Christmas, because I dont have to be with my crazy alcoholic family instead I get to look like a Loon with my crazy alcoholic friends, and when a kid rings the bell, you stagger to the door to give them candy and the look on their face is precious, "and what are you for Halloween sweetheart?" "A power ranger" "YOU ARE FUCKIN RAD, DON'T EVER GROW UP!!!" siiiiigh the memories.

7siete) Pale is the new tan, In the summer all the girls slather on self tanner and hit the beach in hopes of getting melanoma as I hide out in the Arcade portion of the Boardwalk (actually I love to body surf and swim, But usually in the wee hours of the morning or before the sun goes down so I dont burn) In fall the Pale girls become royalty with their creme, porcelain, beige and dare I say ALABASTER complexions ( no offense to girls with naturally tan and dark skin but your season is summer babe)

8ocho)Local Shows, they rock in winter and fall, you can get all hot and mosh up a storm inside then step outside into the brisk air and it feels AMAZAZING!!!, not to mention all the interesting people standing outside for a smoke, i once had the Bassist from Jaguar Love (some band from New York) bum a cigarette from me as I stepped out of 9:30 Club ( the Faint were playing that night they were Rad)

9nueve) Bonfires! sure you have them in summer, but Burning shit in the cold seasons is much more fun and nostalsic, drinking hugging, acoustic music, camping, burning old text books, etc etc etc, In fact I am going to my friend Travis's 22nd B day party tomorrow night, its basically going to be what I just described, and theres Beer pong and he has a dog, (I am a sucker for animals, I hope the dog sleeps in my tent) (also dont get the impression that all I like to do is Binge drink, I can drink responsibly plus I do have a personality, so Its not like I drink to make an impression on any one)

10diez) Hair! you can dye your hair any color you want and have it last the whole season! why? because there is no hot sun, salt water, chlorine to make the color fade, on the reals, fall and winter are the best seasons to have red hair, since it is hard to maintain and last ( trust me copper heads, I have had red hair before and I feel you)

Well Tell me your favorite things about the cold seasons I am interested In hearing about it!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

How the Teenage mind works aka, Lethal Cripple (AD)


So this is an excerpt from a conversation I had with my friend, who I will call Peach for now
Alabaster Disaster

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOUR YEARS TO BE 18!

6:34pm Peach

theres no stopping you now!!

except maybe a bus.

6:35pm Alabaster Disaster

FUCK THE BUS HE CANT CLIMB STAIRS

6:36pm Peach

hahahahahaha

6:36pm Alabaster Disaster

little do we know the bus is a huge guy in a wheel chair with a gun

I also just posted this on Face Book
If you mix Mac and Cheese with V8 it taste like Spagettios, if you mix Mac and Cheese with paste sauce it taste like lasagna, if you mix Mac and Cheese with Salsa it taste like queso dip, THE POWER LIES IN TOMATO BASED PRODUCTS!

You are welcome for the advice

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Quickly now (AD)


yes Brew2 is now an official member of Brew and Alabaster Disaster, so if a random post is dropped on ya, she helped spawn it, I were very inebriated when I showed her how to use the blog and the music player account, in fact I am sure she added a couple of songs that I cant remember, well I remember one was by MSI, and she had a great deal to say about consumerism, as I shouted "DIY or Die!" in the back ground
I suppose she will be the Enigma of the site, so I will disclose very little info to secure her obscurity, she is more into Anime none of that Kuwaii shit, more like Trigun , being responsible (more responsible than me), dressing like a rad ass Goth mixed with David Tenant, she loves Dr.Who, Dexter, House, anything Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry related her favorite band is MSI
any ways enjoy the weekend
stay classy
internet

Friday, September 25, 2009

A Brew but not Brew (Brew2)


(Above: Corporate prize toy in the vending machine in the bowling alley of consumerism.)

I am Brews counterpart, equally as Brew-y but not identically Brew-y, and AD said I could do a guest blog.

Here it is.

The topic is the congolmarate known as HOT TOPIC.

WHAT THE FUCK. THIS STORE IS IN EVERY MALL, FILLED WITH TEENS AND CRAPPY MUSIC, AND THE WALLS ARE PAINTED BLACK. How does one shop properly when the environment makes you feel like a shopper to your left or right might slip you the date rape drug? The same goes out for those meccas of teen consumerism known as "HOLLISTERS." How the hell do I know if I want this tank top, which says "Hollister" on it, if it is too dark to even tell what color the fucking thing is?

Oh, you think, HOLLISTER and HOT TOPIC are very different, you think, I would never step into a Hollister, you say. Well, maybe you should. Maybe then you would understand the overwhelming influence of advertising and marketing. See, it dosn't matter if you can see the tank top: what matters is that you're hanging out in a teen mecca, that others might see you there looking cool, and when you get back to your pointless high school class on Monday wearing your new tank, others will know where you've been. If you want to barf now, wait: SHOPPING AT HOT TOPIC IS EXACTLY THE SAME! Only you can kind of tell if you've shopped at Hot Topic, since you're probably wearing a Slipknot tee shirt and a collar with some spikes in it. Then you get sent to the principal because you've got a "weapon" on your person.

What I am trying to say is that you can't win, wherever you shop. UNLESS YOU SHOP somewhere where consumerism has no reach: thrift stores! Ebay! Nobody knows you're shopping there. The government dosn't know. Advertising gurus and marketing blitzers aren't crunching your "dollars spent" and trying to figure out how to make you want to spend MORE there.

Remain less than a blip on the corporate radar! Keep the money in your pockets and experience the adventure of digging through crap to find treasures of fashion! Stick it to the man and let the fakers and the fucking ugly wannabe rich people shop their hearts out, prep or punk or both. You are truly the free people, the shoppers with no shame in their hearts. You make no trek to the Hot Topic or other "branding," "labeling" store that others use to define you when you enter your local shopping mecca!

AD says "DIY or DIE!" Listen and obey.

Brew 2 out.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Tattoooooh (AD)


(skulls! (Droooooooooool)
My birthday is coming up and assuming I will have the funds sufficient to get a tattoo I will, I might get Glenn who works here with exceptional skill even though he isn't mentioned on the site yet http://www.goodtimestattoo.net/ Or I could get Joe to do it but I haven't seen too much of his work aside from his girl friends tattoo (she is such a sweetie I should add!) I assume Glenn has worked with skull designs, I really want a muerto type themed tat.
Ideas:
I have asked Brew to design me a tattoo and It will be my first one, but knowing me, I will want more ink
Celtic - (does not mean douche bag) I am Irish so It would be nice to get something aside from a Clover, a cross, or a Clodagh design (everyone including my sister has a Clodagh tat) maybe a beautiful knot or something to place in a non douchy place
Sugar Skulls - I know they are so En Vougue right now but I just love em! its playful, respectful, etc and it is very me somehow, I like skulls in general
Calaca - A skeleton person like La Catrina would be tight, no clue where to get him or her though, but I do know I would have them wearing the most fancy ass outfit, that I, or an artist could ever conjure
Leopard print- The leopard print shoulder has been on my mind for a while now, but I don't think I would be able to afford it (both money and career wise) I think plain natural Leopard print (meaning not pink or blue or green) is beautiful even though others think its tacky, I think I will just pass this idea up for now.
Paw print or something animal related- I respect animals I really do, I have always gotten along with them and they give love right back, I somehow want to put that in tat form, not sure how yet, I dont want it to look to garish or anything.
maybe something to do with music and movies, I love film and studying it
regarless of what I get, it will have to mean alot and it will be there forever and ever and ever, So I will think long and hard (heh heh I am immature)

Monday, September 21, 2009

Que sera sera (AD)


today was very decent, I ate Guacamole, I sent my penpal a letter with a Friendship bracelet and some sugar skull clippings inside, I had a delicious Veggie burger at Frost, and Folts gave a hair cut out in public at Borders, oh fun. well I noticed some kids shooting up Heroin, and that just made me roll my eyes, and I realized that the Heroin user smoked the same brand as me so I kept the rest of my pack hidden, My B day is Oct 11th gang! I will be 18 finally for the love of god fuck yes yeeeeeah, WOO
i want
Stamps
a record player
a certain leather jacket from GoodWill that I tried to hide on the rack
a cake
white T.U.K creepers
uhhhh thats all I can think of
have a good day!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Wed till you are dead (AD)


I am tired for the first time this year, me and Brew went to Safeway and bought cupcakes and doughnuts, that is what we had for dinner, no lie, In fact this lady in front of us in line had cupons and took her time, I was making loud rude comments, but she really was being ridiculous, We made friends with the woman behind us named Kathy, she looked like a mom or something, she was nice, ANYWAYSSSSSS, I am going to a wedding on Thursday for my Uncle Chris and his girlfriend Laura, she is nice, blonde, thin, and listens to indie, stuff like Broken Social Scene and The Shins, she has been pregnant for a couple of months and so I suppose thats what jump started the knot tying, She has 2 kids from a previous marriage, one is like 11 and one is like 8 I can't remember but they are cute, FUNNY THING IS almost every single marriage in my family is because the chick gets pregnant first (Fuckin Catholics) When I save up enough money I am either getting an IUD or a Hysterectimy because I DO NOT WANNA BAYBAY, and marriage is eh to me any how, Since this wedding is so last minute I know there wont be a big fancy reception at a hotel or anything where the bartender reluctantly loads me up with long island iceteas and champagne, and where I wear very high heels that make my feet bleed for hours just because they look pretty. THERE BETTA BE SOME BOOZE, wait.....she is pregnant, why would there be booze? oh fuck >:(
oh well I am a booze hound and should be shot, My eyes are getting heavy.....later alligators.
ps two new songs
Zombie By The Trucks
Scared By Albert Hammond JR

Sunday, September 13, 2009

One of the most time consuming sites ever (AD)


http://juliasegal.tumblr.com/
Love It, Find almost all my favorite random pics there, I want to thank Julia Segal for being so damn Rad.

Nina Hagen, I am going to be you when I grow up (AD)



There is this German chick named Nina Hagen, (One of her songs is on my playlist already)who was very vury pop-u-lar in I am guessing the 80s, She is a bit of this and that starting off more pop, then got involved with the politics of life surrounding the Berlin wall, She I suppose then got more punk or something and traveled abroad more I am terrible at summurizing Ms. nina Hagen because I have gone hagen crazy and have done nothing but google her and youtube her for the last 24 hours so just look her up, but I think she is so rad, she is everything I want to be when I get older
This is a song called "You have forgotton the colorfilm" from when she was younger and with a band called Automobil (the song is about her being upset at her boyfriend Michael or "Misha" because he forgot the color film so all their vacation photos are in Black and White)

This song is called "undeniably woman" or "All Woman" about how she is pregnant and dosn't want to have the baby and she is taking pills or something like that, I want to do a cover of it in english

Friday, September 11, 2009

CHRIST ON A CROSS!!! (AD)

He is saying "yo Dawg I can't do you any harm in any way because I don't even have venom glands, but I am creepy as shit"
Christ on a cross is what I yelled when A huge ass Daddy Long Leg walked across my keyboard as I was typing 5 minutes ago, I jumped up and took a couple of steps back, then I realized that 2 more Daddy Long Legs were by my feet, Now let me clarify by saying, I am a vegetarian, I love animals and animal rights and all that BS but bugs ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING!!! I hate all bugs, the only exceptions are Butterflys, Ladybugs, Bumble Bees (did you know you can pet a bumble bee? dude you can, one time there was this furry little bumble bee sleeping in a flower and it woke up and was like "yo whats up? look how cute I am!" and I petted (is that a word? do I use the word pat?) his little fuzzy butt) , pretty moths, and some times grasshoppers, crickets, and praying mantises, because the last three are OK until they hop near me. anyways the 2 were at my feet, I ran upstairs grabbed a can of lysol and armed myself, the big one was still on the keyboard so I picked up the video game Splinter Cell (its OK I don't play it often) and smashed old big ass till he was twitching and dead. I then turned around where the other two DLLs were and I said "GO TELL THE OTHER SPIDERS WHAT YOU JUST SAW" and sure enough they scrambled out of sight, since I gave my warning I went back to my post at the computer, then they crawled towards me again so I grabbed the lysol and sprayed them till they stopped twitching (did you know lysol kills silver fish right on contact? it does) and then after I killed 3 spiders I googled them, turns out they are all harmless and it made me feel kind of bad, I can still smell the lysol, it smells like guilt and shame. I went on this site BTW http://spiders.ucr.edu/daddylonglegs.html ,oh well at least I was safe and not sorry (I'm an asshole basically) (and don't judge me it was self defense)

Getting closer (AD)


Platinum hair is hard to achieve but if you do it right it will be worth it, because then the color will look good and your hair can still be some what healthy
PS. I hate Garfield, yes the cat, I fucking hate him, why does he hate Mondays so much? its not like he works, Hes a god damned cat!
PSS My wrist are swollen because a storm is coming, its what some sailors call a "trick knee" but instead of a knee its my wrist, years of carrying groceries and carrying heavy books have finally paid off......NOT

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Lifes a Bitch and then you cry (AD)

(I am trying to get my hair to look like this, no lie)
basically still unemployed, I am going to try and see if The Hampton Inn need another person to clean rooms, it sounds so easy, make the beds, clean toilets, and you don't have to deal with people to their face!!! That is a plus seeing as how at my last job some dude actually called me a bitch because his smoothie wasn't ready in under 2 minutes (it takes 5 to make a Tropical Smoothie Cafe smoothie FYI unless its a Jetty Punch those are really easy: water, sugar, banana, strawberry, ice)
Going to put some more bleach on my hair tomorrow, and I got two more Manic Panic colors Wildfire http://www.manicpanic.com/best%20hair%20color/wildfire.html (bright almost pinkish red) and electric lizard http://www.manicpanic.com/best%20hair%20color/electriclizard.html (bright ass kelly green) both of them glow under blacklight, for some reason that makes me happy. I really want more dark greens and richer reds.

Monday, September 7, 2009

The hair fuckler strikes again! (AD)


once again i abused my bleach rights, ooh platinum underside of my bangs sounds cool, I used a v 20 developer and of course it wasn't strong enough to turn my black hair blonde it decided to turn it David bowie orange, I think my friend with her license is going to fix it tomorrow I don't know but It is definitely scaring the shit out of me.

Furries? bleeeegh! (AD)


Yeah I found out that there's this thing where people like to dress up like animals and get it on with each other, and it goes beyond that, they will actually act like animals in their every day lives and masturbate to cartoons of animals who are super imposed to look humanish, I just don't get it, WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! isn't that technically bestiality? who the fuck is going around saying this shit is okay? SIIIIIGH this is what happens when your kid is socially inept and watches WAAAAAY too many cartoons I suppose

Friday, September 4, 2009

Never ever nerver neverino (AD)

I would either react the same way, or join the parade
I love this picture and always will
REMEMBER KIDS IN THE HALL?!!
I just need to make sure I have this Clash and Bo Diddly picture before I die
This quote makes sense
I...love this.
Rollins
Indie movie funeral (fucking rad)
Murray quotes
Chase and Belushi

more random shit because my life is too boring to blog about

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I dont feel special anymore (AD)

(the girls cool back patch was a kin to this)
But thats okay, that means I am growing up
I need to wake the fuck up and get a real job and actually do whit with my life, so on I go, good luck me!
today I saw the coolest girl in the mall, working at Spencers, I complemented her back patch and made her high five me then continued to wander the store with a mask on my face and a a thong over my jeans, dont you love attention? I do.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Yesterday was Epic (AD)


Shopping spree with Folts, the Make A Wish lady Beth was very nice and the owner of the mall Fred also came with us, he sounded like Hugh Hefner and was a charming delightful old man
I ended up getting new shoes for the first time in 2 years, alot of T shirts including band tees that said: Joy Division, Minor Threat, David Bowie, The Germs, Flight of The Conchords, and Rocky Horror Picture Show, I got some MAC eyeliner, some cardigans from Forever 21, and some Manic Panic hairdye, I also got my sister MAC lipstick in Myth and my little brother some Ballin shades
CHRIST I AM BORING!!!
any who here are some more songs Ive added to the site
No By The Subhumans
In The Summertime by Mungo Jerry
Money By The Flying Lizards
Mantaray By Siouxsie Sioux
Because The Night By Patti Smith
Ceremony By New Order
Head Over Heels By Tears For Fears
Mr. Tambourine Man By Bob Dylan
Cant Cheat Karma By Zounds
Queen Bitch By David Bowie
Everything Goes Numb By Streetlight Manifesto
Add It Up By The Violent Femmes
ENJOY

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Dear Gladiator sandals (AD)


FUCK OFF AND DIE!!!!
worst trend ever
and yes in the past I have tried certain trends, I am digging the fact that skinny jeans and leopard print are in because I love em so and I never knew where to find them before they got popular, so now I can buy em and wear em even when they go out of style, BUT THIS! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE, Unless you have a rad tattoo or something dont show off your ugly ass ballsy janx feet in ugly ass ballsy janx shoes
and they make short people look shorter by visually cutting up the legs! SERIOUSLY!!!

Suicide isnt funny (AD)


R.I.P Chris (arm wrestling Brittany)

On a Punk forum Im part of I found out that this wonderful woman named Joan has a friend named Tracy whose son had died from suicide in April, just like my friend Chris who had killed himself in April, It got me crying and thinking about my friend Chris
he was an awesome bass player, and i am not just saying that either
he could always make you smile, when I came into school with botched bangs he said he loved them, one time he brought a baby snake to school in his jacket
he could talk his way out of anything he was so charming
I remember the first thing we ever talked about was Bad Brains, I left my Bad Brains tee at his service . one time at a show he had just shaved his head and he were laughing about how he looked like Ian Mckaye he was also smoking unfiltered cigarettes which still remind me of him. The thing is no one would ever suspect him as feeling pain on the inside, I was so shocked when I heard about it I was like "ARE YOU SURE YOU GOT THE RIGHT GUY?"
well I feel vunerable right now so Im going to drink chocolate milk till I puke
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

Monday, August 24, 2009

Strikes Again! (AD)


uhhhh lemme see, oh uh yeah, brothers first day of high school my first day of being a high school graduate that gets to sleep in late!
this weekend Applebees karaoke night with Brew, her sister, Audrey, and Maggie it was Rad, Randy Butt Sex (new name DirtRoad Randy) was there and he said that he was a fan of a song that me and Brew recorded and I was flattered as fuck, Me, Brew, and her sister Sars decided that we are going to start a band soon, I will do some vocals and harmonica I suppose and Brew on guitar I think Andrew will do drums the Bausch sisters and Audrey are fab singers and Sars will be manager, im not worried about the name yet, I cant afford college this semester so I think Folts and I are going to beauty school in January, speaking of Folts's shopping spree is this thursday so fucking excited!!!! well thats all for now!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Fab and Folk (AD)


(Ponyo's daddy is David Bowie)
saw Ponyo with Brew and my friend Jessica yesterday, it was too cute, I felt too pure and clean when I left the theater, Is it strange that the whole time I thought Ponyo's dad was David Bowie?
because I am totally convinced that when David Bowie fucks a mermaid they produce a Ponyo (at least that is the impression I got)
also I am teaching myself Harmonica.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Songs of the site (AD)

on our site you may notice the music player which has more than 55 songs on it, and shuffles, but I notice that it favors to play certain songs and gets redundant
here is a list of all the songs on here
  1. Fats Domino - Ain't That A Shame
  2. Attitude By The Misfits
  3. Munchausen By Proxy - Uh-huh
  4. The Devotchkas - Annihilation
  5. Surfin' Bird By The Cramps
  6. After The Fall By Klaus Nomi
  7. Doomsday By Discharge
  8. Flux Of Pink Indians-sick Butchers
  9. Flight Of The Conchords Ep 4 If You're Into It
  10. Love Will Tear Us Apart- By Joy Division
  11. Rancid - Tropical London
  12. Gravy Train - Sippin 40z
  13. Fuck The Pain Away By Peaches
  14. Nervous Breakdown By Black Flag
  15. Too Drunk To Fuck By Dead Kennedys
  16. Oh You Pretty Things By David Bowie
  17. Straight To Hell By The Clash
  18. Third Uncle By Bauhaus
  19. I Am Cliche By X-ray Spex
  20. The Germs - Lexicon Devil
  21. In My Eyes By Minor Threat
  22. Panic By The Smiths
  23. Debaser - Pixies
  24. Boxcar By Jawbreaker
  25. Stagger Lee By Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
  26. Poison Girls: Pretty Polly
  27. That's The Way By Led Zeppelin
  28. El Scorcho By Weezer
  29. What It Feels Like. By Lola Ray
  30. Seven Deadly Sins By Flogging Molly
  31. The Dubliners & The Pouges - Irish Rover
  32. The Future Freaks Me Out By Motion City Soundtrack
  33. Evident Utensil By Chairlift
  34. Water Curses By Animal Collective
  35. Undertones - Teenage Kicks
  36. Agent Ribbons - The World Is A Cigarette
  37. American Wedding By Gogol Bordello
  38. Can't Seem To Make You Mine By The Seeds
  39. I Want To Break Free By Queen
  40. How Soon Is Now By The Smiths
  41. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out By The Smiths
  42. Running Up That Hill By Kate Bush
  43. These Days By Nico
  44. Unity By Operation Ivy
  45. T-rex / Cosmic Dancer By Various
  46. Unbeschreiblich Weiblich By Nina Hagen
  47. Movits - Fel Del Av GĂ„rden
  48. Nothing Compares To You By Sinead O'connor
  49. We're Gonna Fight By 7 Seconds
  50. Eek-a-mouse - Mouse In The House
  51. Top O' The Morning To Ya By House Of Pain
  52. Funhouse By Iggy Pop and The Stooges
  53. Sex Bomb By Spinnerette
  54. Cut Your Hair By Pavement
  55. Ha Ha Ha By Flipper
  56. Code Blue By T.S.O.L
  57. Teenage Love By Magic Wands

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Cand-archy In the U.K (AD)

My step siblings just got back from Scotland, and they brought back enough Cadbury to choke a whore, My step siblings are Scottish and I am Irish so we know what bullshit Hershey is, its all about the Mars Bars baby!, They also brought back a Dalek action figure! (Im a minor Dr.Who fan, call me a nerd all you want but you need to watch more BBC America!) Well anyways heres some really shit camera phone pictures

Cadbury Flake, Twirl, Dairy Milk, and Buttons

Dalek action figure, THIS NERDS SO HARD!, I love it.

Some people on social networking sites are fuck faces (AD)


Have you ever signed on to facebook (of course you haven't your all too obscure and hipstery for that) and noticed that alot of people passive aggressively bitch in their statuses por ejemplo : Sally:Oh my god so sad :( and someone will foolishly comment on it saying "oh why sad Sally bear?" or "Aw there there" or some BS, the worst is people who post something like, Sally:Uhg Im so lame and dumb boo hoo and then the fished compliments come in "oh Sally you're such a young beautiful talented woman" or "you're Amazing!" thats usually about the time I comment "YOU'RE RIGHT YOU LAME AND DUMB! GO JACK OFF INTO A SOCK AND USE IT AS A HAND PUPPET!" Facebook is not a jungle gym for your angst!

Friday, August 14, 2009

ALABASTER DISASTER WINS THA BET! (AD)

START OF BET (pixie cut)
Photobucket

END OF BET (grew out into layers)
hair

I WIN!, AND WE MADE ANOTHER BET!, the same bet except this time the wager is doubled so bring it on.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

wiggity wiggity wiggity whack AKA: how i hurt my integrity. (AD)


Ive been gone for a while as all two of you have noticed.
its because I have been in trouble, and grounded. I went to a show and was supposed to go to my friend T's house to drink and crash but instead M invited one of the bands that were at the show to her house to party so T said we would party there after the show then she would drive to her house when she sobered up.Fair enough I figured but no, The band M invited was a bunch of older dudes from New Jersey, One of them tried to hit on me even after I told him I was underage. SO down went the whiskey and beer and I was wasted. M got in a fight with one of the guys (which our friend C and his girl K broke up) I think to get back at her the guy called the cops because before I knew it an officer grabbed me and told me to sit on the pavement. I saw T get cuffed and then M struggled when she got cuffed yelling "FUCK YOU PIGS" or something like that. when it came to me I was crying I knew my mom was going to kill me. he asked me if I had an ID, my age, my name, address, number. I said no, I was a minor, AD (no not really), etc etc, I called him sir (I practically said sir every over word in my sentence because I was such a drunk cry baby, the cop asked me why I was crying, I said my mother was going to skin me alove, he said "dont worry we were all 17 once" all of a sudden I feel plastic in my mouth and start blowing and while its in my mouth I say "do you want my B.A.C sir?" he says "your a very smart girl, take deep breaths" and when he takes the breathalizer from my mouth I yell "I AM NOT A SMART GIRL!" but i guess compared to M's behavior I was fucking Einstein. Two cops laugh about something and I yell at them "ITS NOT FUNNY" even though I had no clue what they were laughing about. My heart stopped and combusted when my mom pulled up.
SOOOOO yeah my punishment consisted of getting up early and cleaning, and when she ran out of things to clean she made me do it all over again. Im just thankful that the cops were courteous, doing their jobs, and that they didnt arrest me, As for M and T they do have a record but they didnt get shit from their parents, which makes me a little bit bitter. Well my punishment is over and it wasnt as nearly as long as I thought it was going to be which is good, and all the house and yard work I was made to do during the punishment actually shed some fat off of me. So remember kids crime dosnt pay (dont get caught with dumbasses)

Saturday, July 18, 2009

All the titles I thought up for this post were too racist and or sexy (AD)

I have noticed that my crushes usually gravitate towards tattooed funny Irish guys with defined cheekbone and jaw structures, but that is not were the crush spectrum fails to extend (side note: why the fuck are crushes called crushes? seriosuly) So after watching alot of T.V last month there is a new breed of attractiveness, Indian dudes, Jay Chandrasekhar (SP?) and Aziz Ansari most def. I dont know what the fuck it is but every time I watch super troopers I want to stalk Jay. yeah ................so yeah.
yeah and Human Giant is a funny ass show, I love you Aziz.