Oh Travesty!

So today at work, while lifeguarding, an hairy older man walked in with his little son. The man was wearing brown crocs and khaki cargo shorts that were shorter than any male should ever wear. He then removed then to reveal a lavender speedo. His son swam in the corner, alone...


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Words of exit: "Casper, The Friendly Ghost! All the bitchez love me cuz I'm da Dopest Ghost In Town!" - Casper, from the movie "KIDS"

So Long and Good Night.

Man, I've been gone for a while.
But I'm here again.

In my absence I :
Danced in the Graveyard


Concocted a H-A-LL-O-W-E-E-N costume

[Anne, Me, Katarina]

Became a Woman Scorned


Had a surprise trip to New York for my 16th Birthday!




Where I saw a Banksy exhibit


Turned 16 while buying The Umbrella Academy and drinking Max Brenner's coffee in St.Marks


Was declared the "Best Dressed Person in New York" by some random guy on the street


And rang in the New Year outside Central Park

[Uncle Jacques, Me, Mom]

Acted ridiculous


Went to Universal Studios over Mardi Gras break and was a

TOTAL GangsterGee!






Shanked some fools


And Kept On Being Gangster!


So now that you're all caught up, next post will be
Kamikaze Girls

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Words of exit: Think your thoughts.

To Busy Being Straight Gangster

So I've been way to busy being a Total Beast latley to post anything on the blog.
Sorry.
Whatever.
Mostly I've been trying to make a state cut on swim team, which means practice four times a week, and babysitting my neighbor-girl, which means I'm acually doing my homework not at school for once.
Cool, right?
But I've got DIY projects that need finish and blog readers that need some love [mostly Dilemma] so I'm gonna get to all that as soon as possible.
And I aslo had some vicious laundry piling up, but me and my Supafantastic Sara had a Laundry/Watch Squishy party last night, so thats one thing off my list.
Wish me luck.

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Words of exit: "I'm not dead Yet!"

A General Landscaping

So, I've redone the blog.
I, personally, find it much more user friendly.
But, how do you think it fares?
¿Que' ?
♦ ♣ ♥ ♠

I Random Moment A Few Months Back...

In a message to Mati:


Are you doubting are fun to be spiffy?Blasphemy!I think pink looks lovley on him, with his pale sink and black hair.It would still work even if he was a red head. hehe.Here, have a picture of it:
And take a picture of a guy in a skirt too! Just for good luck. :

Somthing Wicked This Way Bloggs

I have made my blogging debut!

My best friend Marianna's dad is a photographer for the local news paper and they needed someone to blog about their "Harry Potter Experience" and I was asked to do the job!!!

Here it is: My Enchanted Blogging

Good friends, I Have Arrived

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Words of exit: He Lives!

If You Thought They Wore Nice Shoes...

An Undeniable Thrist To Pick Winkles

Winklepickers are a cruel mistress. They make your life Grimm and Horror-able. But before I dive deep into the underworld that is obscure footwear, let me give you the back story of my madness.

Ladies and Bloggers, may I direct your attention to : Joshua Von Grimm

[a.k.a. Joshua Third]

• Guitarist for The Horrors
• My new band boy crush
• Beautiful
• Wonderful taste in clothes, and especially, foot wear

So if you couldn't figure it out, I have this bad habit of dressing like the adorable guylinered, tight pants wearing, band boys that I have silly little girl crushes on.

[Hehe]

Enter exhibit B : The Horrors feet

As you can see, they are all clad in an array of stunning Winklepickers. Mr. Von Grimm in particular is sporting his infamous pair of white Chelsea boots, most likely purchased from Atomic Retro. But buying those isn't good enough for me, because, you see, the most astounding Gerard Way also sported a lovely pair of winklepickers :

So what did i come up with? Well since you asked...

I decided to go on a brave quest in search of white winklepicker boots with buckles and a zipper. My quest was long and hard. I searched through miles of eBay pages and shoe sites, only to come up empty handed! I was determined to have not just any ordinary winklepicker, they MUST be white!

Then alas! One night while hunting in the wicked forest that is Google Search I found these:

True,true, they are shown in black, but fear not young bloggers, for I can get them specially made in white leather! Oh Happy Day! So now I must sell my poor drum kit [which I never played anyway. Shame.] to get the money to buy these beauties. As I said before winklepickers are a cruel mistress, a cruel £ 57.9 [$115.33] mistress. But I guess it worth it because ....

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Words of exit: I just don't like her anymore [WANT TO SHANK HER IN THE THROAT!]

A sad little existance.

Thankyou. For the hate-comments.
Merci pour le venin.
Listen up Pete-faces. Get Over It.
Timmy doesn't want to put up with your crap.
Cat hasn't posted on this blog in a while. I'm the one running this, and I didn't even make that godforsaken post.
So stop your anonymous Pro-Pete comment.
Have the balls to say who you are.

So much for an inspiring guy.

If you're going to throw stones, then let me know who the hell you are.

Play fair, fangirls.
Play fair.

You would have done better being a male stripper.

Capital T

Capital T
Like Things.
Important Things.
With a Capital T.

Tragedy.
Mildly important.

Tacos.
Mmm. Not quite.

Trains.
Not my favorite thing.

Theodore Roosevelt.
Important.

Theodore, from Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Very Important.

Toro.
As in Ray Toro.
Extremely Important.

Time.
Completely irreverent!

Trash.
Not as important as people make it out to be.

Trailers.
Unimportant.

Theater.
Depends on the person.

Tops.
Shirt, bottle, etc.
Necessary. Therefore Important.

Therefore.
Snobbish word.

The.
Most important word Ever.

Teacups.
More important than Trains.

Things.
Stuff.
Important.
PersonPlace
Thing.

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Words of exit: "But things. Things. Capital T Things. Are deeply and irrevocably unknowable." - The Guy.
From "Life/Play" on 1/22/07, called Imprint by Cody Daigle.

Blondes...

HEY CAT!

ITS TIMMY.

FINISH THE MR.F&JCP COMIC!

Take A Deep Breath...This Will Only Hurt A Bit

HUGE posts comming up
2 to be exact
The first on Timmy's new exciting tote-bag making hobby
The second on ... brace yourself...

TIMMY AND CAT'S TRIP TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN CONCERT AT VOODOO FEST IN NEW ORLEANS THIS OCTOBER! THE BEST DAY EVER!

[teaser]

But while you waite whatch this vidoe of Timmy making a fool of her self to the tune of Butch Walker's "Ladies and Gentleman... "The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites!""

Petey, Pete, Peter, Your mother and I are very disappointed in you!

Chesus...Its been a while!

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Pete Wentz has become a canker on the hiney of music society! Despite being annoyingly pop-punk, as if this wasn't terrible enough, he has commited the worst crime imaginable.

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He has soldout!

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On the sellout scale, the worst you can be is Marilyn Manson, or so it was thought.

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Marilyn Manson soldout to the Devil, while Wentz abandoned his soul to [shudder] the GAP, and crappy white teen sitcoms.

Yes, he of the pop punk is the "Gap Lad".

With an expression on his face like "Wow, this is cotton!", Wentz exposes his right chesticle. You can almost hear him screaming "Look at my hairless moobie, you sad little pre-teen girls, look at it!"







As if that weren't enough, he was recently found making out with blonde-girl on One Tree Hill.

Not even Marilyn Manson would do that!

I (Cat, NOT Timmy) personally am sending my FOB CD to a fiery grave, possibly later tonight, oh, sevenish? I don't think Timmy condones this anti-band violence, and will not participate in my tiny bonfire (Timmy, however, does agree that Pete Wentz is a dirty sellout !). I invite you, the reader, to dispose of this dirty reminder that you ever supported Wentz in the cleanest way possible. Remember, If there is no body, there is no case.

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Words of exit: You know you're a fruit when Panic! At The Disco is more manly than you!

Before You Leave, Take Your Words of Exit

Has anyone noticed the "Words of Exit" lovingly posted at the bottom of every post? These phrases/quotes/lyrics are put there to solve your problems, make you think, or spark a laugh.
I have created an archive for then at Before You Leave, Take Your Words of Exit. Go think them over.

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Words of exit: Everything that comes together, falls apart. -Zen Monks
Love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.

My Concentration Skills Are Golden!

ALAS! I found my digicam!! Which means I will be taking pics of my "Unleash Your Darkside Week" Fab-tastic Outfits of Doom and Gloom! In the meantime however, let me enlighten you with a humorous story!

Last night at like 2:30 a.m. when I was supposed to be washing my face and going to bed but... I was cleverly distracted! I was fooling around in my makeup case (as usual) when I found this Victoria Secret Loose Eyeshadow Powder in GOLD given to me by the Lovely KT! So I do what any natural human being would do and cover my ENTIRE FACE in gold powder! IT WAS AWESOME!! And it also forced me to wash my face, which I need to do, but was very tired and was going to avoid.

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Words of exit: Its Rad-iculas....Its Strange but I kinda Like it!

Welcome to The Underworld

Before I start let me tell you that I turn on my scanner to start working on this post and the stupid HP spits this thing:

out at me! I soon find out that it is an "alignment sheet" for "alignment of the printer cartridge" and then proceeded to waste time "following the instructions listed on the page". Dumb waste of time.

Also, CAT IS GONE!! She has up and left me, Timmy, for 3 weeks to got build houses for the poor, and then trek off to summer camp. She will however be back in time for highschool orientation. EEP! We're gonna be freshmeat! ACK! So lets all hope for her safe return and also that we don't get killed in highschool...

ANYWAY!

--back on topic--

GREETINGS From The Underworld!

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Darkness

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that's the topic of today's post. Dark music, books, clothes, and, my favorite, chocolate. Fist off, we here at ♥ Hypnotic Romance ♥ would like your opinion on the lovely Vampire Freaks Music Player that is currently serenading you at the bottom of the page. Is Goth/Industrial/Techno your cup of tea and making you want to jump in your bondage pants, or is it giving you a headache, there by inhibiting your reading experience? Post a comment. next

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-Vampire Books- a true source of glee for Cat, Timmy, and Timmy's Mum. They are a thrill to read because of their dark angsty plots, and can include a wide array of strange mythical creatures, that are rated on the "Romance Novel Scale of Suckness ♥ " . I, Timmy, blame my Mum for my love of Vampires (Vampire wine anyone?). My Mum is always reading vampy novels, which I gladly rate on the scale, which provides my daily lol's for the day. Which leads me to

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-Dark clothes- Let me tell you a secret... TIMMY IS TOTALLY A CLOSET GOTH....don't tell, Okay. I remember when I was about 6 or 7 I used to pretend I was a vampire. I'm not sure why. I also remember at that time I was missing the teeth next to my canine teeth, which enabled me to tuck my lower lip into the missing space, giving the appearance that I had fangs. I had a lot of fun with this. May I also add that I would rock the popped collar look at this time. Fast forward 7 or so years. I have been given the nickname Timmy, and have probably spent over $ 2,000 at my local Hot Topic, I also know the names of most of the employees. Not exactly something to brag about, I know. I take the whole "Dark Look" in moderation by mixing edgy pieces with girly stuff too, but on some occasions I do indulge in busting out the Tripp bondage pants and going full out "Lets go party in the Graveyard". What can I say, its fun to watch peoples reactions. Which is why I propose that this coming week be "Lets Dress Like Our Darkside Week" and bust out those fishnets and combat boots you keep in the back of your closet!

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-Dark Chocolate- YUMMY DEE-LICOUS!! I strongly recommend that you all rush to your local grocery store and buy this:

and this one : is especially yummy! MMM...dark chocolate crunch! (I ate that right after I scanned it, lol.)

So...

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WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD

UNLEASH YOUR DARKSIDE

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Words of exit: Scary group polite-ness! I had to get the Hell out of there! --Mum

If its not pretty, it doesn't matter. -- Tim Gun of Project Runway

Girls Function Differently at Sleepovers

It is currently 3 'o 3 in the morning. Happy new day! Hello to China! Timmy and Cat are having a (phhhhtttt!) sleepover! Unlike many teenage boys fantasies we do not have pillowfights in our skivies! SKIVIES! Arrrrgh! I'm a pirate! Blooody exclamation points! They are taking over the page! Did you know that every second of every day someone dies! Cats! The musical! Rent is an excellent musical, about aids! It's a harrowingly sad bohemian tale of people with no money! Some of them die! I cried! I'm boring!

♥(Timmy dominates the keyboard now) ♥

Any way....

We (Timmy + Cat) Are NOT sleeping at this hour, and to keep us awake we

A.) Made a prank call and sang "Seasons of Love" shrilly into the phone
Brownies.) Recalled the prank-ee and told her we loved her (WE LOVE YOU MARIANA!!)
Diet.) Actually watched Rent
Coke.) Drank lots of Diet Coke
Eggs.) acted like drunken fools (caffeine side effect)
F.) Baked brownies
GREAT SCOTT! *throws toilet paper*.) Watched "Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail"
Holla.) Drank more Diet Coke
I.) consumed brownies
J.) galavanted around like fruit cakes doing the "gallop with coconuts" thing
Ka-nnn-iiiiiggg-iitttsss!.) Worked on songs for our half-baked band
XD .) played dress up
~*~ .) Made random, pointless, annoying, time wasting, if you reading this you're VERY bored, we are SO hyper, NEED SLEEP post.

Sorry about this kids. I'm so terribly sorry if you wasted precious moments of time reading this sad, selfish, excuse for a post. It won't happen again , unless we get hyper, but are suffering from loss of sleep again......

♥

Timmy + Cat = Spicy Shrimp Ramen

Words of exit:

He ain't no Sexy-sexy man, but I married him!