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I'm not dead!
DATE: 11/20/2007 22:09:56 / MOOD: bored
So I'm still kicking kiddies! My life has just been CRAZY busy lately. Eddie and I are over (whoever had 4 months, you win!). It sucks, but c'est la vie! I shall live. Besides, I've already met three other gents who are quite lovely really. All of them seem to have MY interests at heart rather than being selfish.
I have a photoshoot coming up within the next few weeks, and this one is by a lass who actually knows what she is doing. So hopefully, these will turn out lovely and I can have some pictures to post here.
I've been working at a tattoo shop since December and have been enjoying it quite a bit. I've also been making good money doing it.
This weekend, I wil be in Detroit again for the first time in about 8 months. I miss the city in all it's grimy glory. I'll be working a merch table and might even jump up on stage for a bit. I should have some recent pictures from that and the party afterwards as well!
All in all, my life may be ridiculously busy lately, but it's been good. I'll try to vist this site more often! Cheers cats and kittens!
Ches
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My family clan has a website... Wow...
DATE: 11/04/2007 19:12:58 / MOOD: other
I was looking around online last night for the hell of it. I found my family crest online and whilst doing research into my family motto, I found a website. Nothing much on it mind, but none the less. It made me smile. If anyone can help to translate this fucker, it would be appreciated as I would like to get it tattoo'd on me somewhere and I would really prefer to know what it means before it's there permanantly.
Vertus Sola Nobilitas
Here's the website: http://dwyer-family.net/
So yea... Ches
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Why I only show one side
DATE: 10/25/2007 05:53:19 / MOOD: angry
It was recently asked by some asshole why I only hav pictures of me with my head turned to one side. Well, the reason is is I have a huge scar from what was assumed to be cancer on my left side. It's not pretty, so the photographer NEVER asks me to turn that way. Not to mention, the other side has a HUGE unfinished tiger tattoo that took 7 1/2 hours so far, and that tends to be a BIG hiring thing. People like that piece.
Stop asking, k?
Ches
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BAHAHA
Jackass...
DATE: 10/01/2007 06:58:05 / MOOD: angry
I got this in my inbox today.
"You say that you can speak Irish. I was unaware that there was a language such that. I knew there was an accent, but that is the extent of my previous knowledge on the topic. What does Irish sound like? Can I have an example, possibly?
Either way, you are quite the societal avenger. Are you for real? Someone that was raised by an elderly family member that just so happens to be a vegetarian who saves animals and goes to church each week. It sounds like some stereotype taken from a Nancy Drew. That having been said, it's cool as hell that you respect the bass and the Tiger Army."
My response?
"Irish is also known as Gaelic and is an ancient language that not many people can speak fluently anymore since the Brits outlawed it under Cromwell.
Yes, I am for real. I don't really care what you think sounds like a stereotype or not. This is my life. I think animals have rights and feelings. I'm Catholic and tak my faith seriously. My Grand Dad raised me to respect everything until given a reason not to. Don't like it? Too bad.
You wanted an example of Gaelic? Here's a good one: Pog mo thoin. It means kiss my arse."
Ugh... Assholes.
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Sometimes we just need a good, cold slap in the dick to wake us up.
DATE: 09/28/2007 12:41:52 / MOOD: angry
Last night I got a really interesting phone call. My life was threatened. Isn't that cute? I'm glad I moved outta Boston for a while now. Even if I miss everyone and everything, I need to hang low for a while. Fucked up kids. This world is getting scary anymore.
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Getting better with age.
DATE: 09/24/2007 11:39:09 / MOOD: happy
I've always heard it told that people and things get better with age. I thought that that was just fucking bullshit. I'm actually starting to see it. I'm becoming more mature, smarter, kinder (HAHA), and even more of who I thought I would never be. It's strange though. The people I always held in high regard in my circle of friends seem to be getting worse. Maybe I'm outgrowing them or maybe I'm just realising that this is no way to live. I don't know really anymore. But it's actually making me... happy. I'm quite happy that I have goals and aspirations and am not just living a hollow life anymore. YAY ME!
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The visceral membrane coveres the viscera....
DATE: 09/23/2007 16:01:57 / MOOD: in love
Studying for Anatomy makes my cranial cavity hurt.
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Foolishly foolish me.
DATE: 09/16/2007 14:49:27 / MOOD: disappointed
I thought that I was finally starting to get better. Maybe possiby gtting some direction to my life. How very wrong I was. Boo to me. I'm sorry to those of you who I have let down and especially to those of you who have been following my neuroses. Eventually I will be OK, but for now, I'm just a foolishly foolish girl. I miss a few of you, I hate a few more, and I love a certain someone. I don't quite know that this is about... Mayhaps I'm just feeling cynical, unloved, and hormonal. Perhaps it's just the first. Someday I will be Cinderella taching young minds how NOT to be me. Then I will laugh at you all, but mostly at myselg. BAHA! I'm a silly little thing sometimes. Cheshire
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Annoyances.
DATE: 08/31/2007 17:28:09 / MOOD: angry
Some things that annoy me (since these have all seemed to happen this week).
1. Having someone I like tell me they're ditching me to go fuck a mulato (not that I have anything against mulatos, just against the fact that I KNOW they're going to fuck a mulato while ditching me).
2. Someone else I like trying to force me into loving them.
3. Being groped against my will in public.
4. Having a nervous break down / bitch fit in public.
5. Drinking rum and then remembering why I hate rum.
6. Having a sad Johnny Cash song stuck in my head on what would be a good day.
7. Stubbing my toe on my jack ass goth friend's big bulky combat boots (and then breaking my newly painted toenail. DAMNIT).
8. Allergies to cats and being forced to LIVE with cats.
9. Parents. Enough said.
10. Grandparents who think they know me when they've lived over 800 miles away my ENTIRE life.
11. Having friend's over dose.
12. Having someone come up, slap you on the back and say "It's great to be Irish" in a British accent.
13. Being scolded for something you didn't do.
14. Spending $400+ on college books alone.
15. FAT PEOPLE BLOCKING THE FUCKING AISLE IN THE SUPER MARKET IN THOSE DAMNED RASCAL THINGS THAT THEY SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ALLOWED TO RIDE IN!
16. THEN having the fat asses look at you like you're in THEIR way when you try to reach for a fucking pack of cheese.
17. Red necks who have bumper stickers saying "Live to hunt, hunt to live" and "Bush Cheney 04".
18. Being too far away from those who mean the most to you.
19. Missing your ex fiance.
and
20. BEING OUT OF WHISKEY! GOD FUCKING DAMNIT ALL TO HELL!
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Not a call for pity.
DATE: 08/15/2007 07:32:55 / MOOD: lonely
I miss the good ol days. I'm only twenty and I already miss the "good ol days", not that there ever really were any. I just want to go back in time and get a re-do from about age ten on. But then again, if one were to get such a magical wish, would one ultimately end up making the same choices? In a small way I would hope so. Granted, right now I hurt. I miss my friends and I miss the love that I once shared with someone, but then again I've already lived such a full life. I've been ecstatically happy. I've been completely devastated. I've seen more of the world than most people three times my age. I have loved. But at what price? I lost my innocence somewhere, some how along the way. I lost my way, wandered from what was best. I lost everything that makes a twenty year old a twenty year old. I'm jaded, scared, and - dare I say - to some extent damaged. There never really were said good ol days, always just a shiny veneer over a crumbling world and reality. Maybe that's why I've been on the run for so damned long. I'm just starting to get tired of it. I want something real. Something that isn't just fickle and a passing fancy. Something that can be ugly, but can be beautiful all at once. Not something that looks and seems a perfect fit, but is relly just an excuse for more heart ache later. I need a change of venue. I plan to leave my old life and old ways behind me very soon. Start over. Destroy anything left of what I once was and the person I hate so much. It's sad. I don't hate anyone else. Just myself. I don't even hate those who abused me, raped me, and used me, then left me for dead. How fucked is that? I would rather hate myself and everything I am and have worked so hard to be than those who see fit t destroy me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't think I will ever find out.
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Vacation
DATE: 08/03/2007 17:17:05 / MOOD: happy
I'm leaving for vacation in about 20 minutes! I'll see you all when I get back! BYE!!
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