Good day for a poor girl.

Uniballer and I had a good day today.

Spent the breezy warm afternoon running errands and getting lunch at Taco Del Mar.

As I have mused to myself before, when you've spent a large amount of time poor finding awesome deals on things that you might not really need but want and can have is a wonderful and beautiful thing.

We stopped in at Big Lots and I picked up a 12 dollar lipgloss for 2 bucks. I also got a nice sheer red glossy lipstick for two bucks.

What I am super proud of is the deals on necessities. At least necessities for me.

For 27$ I got about a 160 day supply of multi vitamins, the omega 3-6-9 formula I like, hair nail and skin vitamins. Similarly awesome we went to the dollar store for my favorite conditioner that I use for conditioner washes. I got 4 bottles of white rain tropical coconut conditioner. Great stuff.

Also snagged a pyrex massager octopus thingy, that came with bonus moist/warm/cool wraps for the neck for five dollars and I really need those.

Got a bra at big lots and some Ghost Rider boxers that I have on right this instant.

Nothing over ten bucks. Excellent.

While I was having a poo earlier I was looking at our toilet paper. A few weeks ago Uniballer picked up the tripe big rolls of that fancy quilted toilet paper and when I saw it, I was so excited I actually hugged the package. Why?

When you're poor and you're a champion pooper, having really nice soft not 1 ply bum wipe is a marvelous wondrous treat. Even better when you get it on super sale.

Also I did new a new make up look that is sparkly and gorgeous.

I wore a pretty outfit.

Very uber goth in summer. Full length straight black skirt with a lace overlay, black cami, black lace bell sleeved bed jacket. Black cotton mary janes.

Ahhh the goth in summer.

I have no color released henna in my hair which I'm going to wash out here in about an hour. Then a light shampoo and a deep condition.

Also awesome. My make up lover homies always remember to check your local Big Lots for good deals.

And check out this website for Mac pigment samples. Quick shipping and an extra little thing of yellow glitter that I think I'm going to add to some lip gloss. The Body Needs.
They also sell some tasty looking very cheap lip glosses.

I love pigment samples so much. Enough color for plenty of uses and a cheap way to experiment with high end make up. Awesome.

I think next week I will write up a being fabulous in the make up department on the cheap.

Also still trying to figure out how to do some youtube reviews.

Okay time to make a snack then prepare to wash and dry.

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Quickly.

I just relaxed my hair and it is the hot motherfucking sex.

Also my uterus is showing her might and I do not approve. Bitch calm down.

Twitter is too fun.

Also my fucking boobs hurt.

Now off to be fed goodies by Uniballer and potentially ruin my dinner with cookies and cheap ass fake Koolaid because I am craving it so bad.

I also have a bag of cotton candy that won't eat itself.

Or as the running joke in the house goes, "crack don't smoke itself"

Oro I hope you feel better and the cloud lifts.

And um..okay that's it I'm going to lay down and ingest cookies.

In bed.

Fotos later on.

Homo Out.

PS..why do I have a weird patch of rash on my left tit? What the fuck is going on here?

I blame estrogen. Today I would be happy to own a penis.

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I like it.

Weightlessone asked me an excellent question that has my ruminating.

How would you feel if those images ended up in a gallery or were sold to a collector?

First question.

I have thought about it and quite frankly I would be pretty honored. Even if the person was buying the piece only because of the photographer, I'd still be pretty stoked.

Also I would think it was a little funny, someone paying who knows how much money to stare at my naked ass for Gods only know how long.

Which leads into another thought.

I am not anonymous or even pseudonymous on the intertubes. If you looked you can find out all sorts of info about me, seem my picture, behold my mighty cleavage, see me giving the finger.

So if I publish somewhere, naked photos chances are lots of things could/would happen.

1.) People I don't really want seeing me naked will.
I can deal with that.
2.) Coasting on number one, people could steal and do rude things to my photos.
I can deal with that as well. I kind of doubt that there is anyone on the intertubes that can come up with something so awful to say about me that I haven't heard before or won't ever hear again. Hence my generally humorous reaction to trolls. Not that I get any really but I don't have issues getting them.

I can't take anyone seriously who uses U/UR/ in a serious way. I also cannot take someone seriously who's entire argument is basically. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT THERE"S FAT PEOPLE NAKED ON THE INTERNETS AND MY LIFE IS RUINED". So yeah.

3.) People could love them.
That would be pretty cool. However it's not for those people it's mostly for me. I want to see my body and know it from an outside view.

Also okay that's a little misleading.

When I think about taking nudies of myself, or scantily clothed or whatever. I am thinking of a woman. And this is not sisterhood this is solidarity which I'll get to shortly.

So this woman I'm thinking about is maybe home alone, maybe the husband and kids are asleep, maybe the wife is asleep maybe she's single. She can't sleep maybe. She's surfing the intertubes and comes upon my nekkid ass.

Maybe after some clicking she realizes, hey this woman looks just like me. She clicks around some more, realizes that hey, that is pretty fucking cool. Realizes that if the other woman is beautiful and is doing something awesome, maybe she can too right?

You see where I'm going here. My readers are smart.

That means a lot to me.

That is why I really do actually love you my readers and commenter and lurkers. Even if you don't agree with me it's wonderful that something I say, resonates somewhere.

As a youngster that is what I was missing. I read a lot of things and it was very rare that I found anyone who really spoke to me and I got it. And I like to think that in my own small way I am giving someone else that moment of, oh WOW someone else thinks like I do.

Incidentally the nudies I alluded to yesterday have yet to be found. I moved a bunch of stuff on my hard drive at home and cannot find them.

Naturally.

In other news I had a delicious blueberry, acai, pom smoothie and now I have horrible gas. But it was supa tasty.

Also earlier I had my first and last frappacino. It was so sweet even though I got the supposedly lite version. Another affirmation of the fact that I love coffee flavored coffee with a side of, coffee.

The last line of this entry by SweetMachine all I'm gonna say is, FUCK YEAH.

Via (not exactly work safe)Lindsay I found Photoshop diseasters.

I scrolled through all of the entries and found myself goggling bug eyed much of the time.

In case you're not quite as much of a dork as I am and haven't spent oodles of time looking at retouched images before and after wow.

Look at this.


Even Heidi Klum isn't quite good enough.

Seriously? Is this what has to happen before any woman is "acceptable"?

Fuck that and the horse it rode in on.

Is it any mystery as to why so many women cannot understand that perfect does not exist ever?

Ever.

Ok I'm spent. My tummy hurts a little and I need some tea.

Homo Out.

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Stuff I like.

So there is Stuff White People like, Stuff Educated Black People like and stuff everybody and their grandma likes.

Now we have stuff Shannon likes.

I Love my hair. I write about it here. And have been growing it out with loads of help from LHCF.

I also love make up and learning new techniques and styles. Some links to some of my favorite folks on youtube doing video tutorials.

Enkore Makeup. I LOVE him so much. His videos are easy to follow, he's adorable and they are entertaining.

I just recently stumbled on MakeUp Geek. And I like her a lot. I like her site and some of the looks she's got going and she also has a youtube channel.

Next up Scandalous Beauty. She is a Mac Fanatic and most of her work is geared towards us brown sorts.

And of course Lauren Luke AKA Panacea81 from youtube. Not only is she talented but I just love her personality. Love her.

OH and before I forget if you are reading from something other than a reader check it out. I am Twittering now and I joined the Beauty Network. YAY.

You can also find me at Make Up Alley.

What else do I like?

I am a music fanatic. It's almost a religion. My tastes are insanely eclectic.

My musics let me show you them this playlist is a little smattering of some stuff I am into.




Unfortunately a lot of those are just previews but whateva.

And what else do I love?

Doods, no srsly doods I LOVE clothes.

I have been using Polyvore since I found it. I don't usually make outfits but rather groups of crap I like. Like this one:



That is stuff I am wanting for summer. It's unlikely I will get 99% of it but it's fun.

This outfit I might actually get. Very much the Goth in Summer.



What else does Shannon Love?

I love coffee. Specifically I love making myself fine French Press coffee. A French press was probably the best 10$ investment I made last year. I stand by my statement that French PRess is the last goddamn civilized thing left in America today.

Also much to my own detriment sometimes I love cheese. I love stinky weird fancy cheese. I love processed cheesefood. I. Love. Cheese.

I also love books and will read just about anything I can get my hands on although I am getting pickier as I get older. You can also see this badge in my sidebar.

So now you know I am a beauty loving, clothes horse, cheese eating, music enjoying, book reading critter.

I am also really distracted because Uniballer is cooking something that smells fantastic and I am starving.

Anyway. Feel free to ask me anything that comes to mind. I'm in a dialogging kind of mood today.

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I presents, my presentation.

First before I present my presentation (that totally has a point and it's not just me being crazy..er crazier than usual) welcome my Fatosphere Homies. Put your feet up, pop a beer, have a donut, eat some cheese and feel free to put them on the glass and send me a picture.

Also before I begin can I Just say that listening to late 70's soul and disco makes it so your day cannot go wrong. I am seriously trying very hard not to get up do the hustle, and add in some post millennium booty shake for reals yo. If there were fewer people at the office I totally would.

Okay so sorry my darlings but before I get to the serious we need a booty shake break.

The weather here is gloomy and damp enough to make my joints ache so as I have previously mentioned, this is a situation that calls for booty shake.

Proceed to get your groove on, feel free to demonstrate your spectacular lack of rhythm if you indeed lack it. Doesn't matter if you has booty or not, that thing that's in your seat, shake it. Or if you can't, shake whatever is hand. I present, Chic Le Freak.

And okay another digression but I have a firm belief that there are certain kinds of music it's impossible to be upset while listening to. And I'm not talking like personal emotional shit that's happened to you this is a vast generality I know but it's a theory.

Zydeco. Have you EVER seen an angry Cajun booty shaking to some Zydeco? No because it is impossible. I dare you to listen to some Buckwheat Zydeco and not just feel happy.

And please remember folks. I use the term booty shaking as a celebratory I'm motherfucking happy and am going to project that by shaking parts of my anatomy in love and joy. Don't get it twisted.

Okay now really back to what I wanted to talk about.

I want to talk about presentation and what it means and doesn't mean to me and why I am not conflicted about it at all.

I was musing the other day while looking at this tshirt from Tshirt Hell. And yes before anyone gets frothy I know a lot of people hate that place. I think some of that shit is funny. What I was thinking about is how I tend to turn my back on throwing around political terms when it comes to how I present myself to the world.

Why do I do that?

Tell you the truth I can't put my finger on it in a meaningful way other than my serious aversion to anything that sets off my DO NOT WANT radar. I don't know why my radar will go DINGDINGDING but it does. I can deal with that.

That said I realized a few years ago that the things I find delightfully funny, absurdly ironic and that make my inner 9 foot tall silver glitter afro wearing drag queen go OH HONEY YES! Can be (and is often viewed) by other people as some radical political statements.

Holy. Shit. Man.

Whoa. When this dawned on me (don't ask me how I didn't figure out it out previously) I actually stopped wearing a few things because I was like (no really you have to picture this) *OMFGWTF WUT WUT OMFG* doing that while running around in little circles trying to figure out how to be responsible about presenting what can be construed as whatever radical statement.

Where I failed then as I do sometimes now, is that I don't actually have a deeply radical political agenda when I decide to wear a tshirt that says I love My Pussy or says something about balls. Yes that is my big secret.

That said there are a few things that are absolutely purposeful fuck you's.

For instance.

If I am ever able to comfortably excite the corporate world in pursuit of my writing or whatever else I am getting the words "Fuck You" tattooed on the inside of my right middle finger. Why?

The most honest explanation is that I have a deep and abiding dislike of being in the mainstream workforce where I feel like I have to spend time conforming and settling in order to get along and make the filthy lucre.

Actually if you want to know the most basic truth about who I am as a person and my political stance. The message is brought to you by the letters F and U.

Frankly I have always been in some way or another an oppositional fucker. I also have a very strong and sometimes bullet proof sense of self and of where I stand in this big wide world. Hence, trying to sway me in a direction politically speaking is hard going.

Anyone who has a desire to see a party line toed I am not your homie honestly. I will question, challenge etc until I am satisfied. Sometimes (this is a personality flaw) I am not nice about it.

All that said, if you want to know why I am wearing something or doing something feel free to ask. I am glad to talk about it. What I am not glad to do is have anyone try to drill their reasons for doing something into my headpiece. If I say because I think it's funny/sparkly/pretty/OHBOOBIES that's probably exactly why.

Moving along.

MoPie posted this tidbit about Madonna and her self proclaimed fat thighs. Honestly my initial reaction was eye rolling however I have to wonder if Madonna suffers from that terrible affliction where people believe that a womans thighs are in fact fat if they are not small enough and shaped so that there is a concavity betwixt them.

This leads me into something that I've talked about previously on occasion. (see this recent entry for some of my musings on fetish art)

I was perusing Deviant Art recently and happened upon a photograph where the photographer made quite a point about the model being in the "curvier" section of his models.

The model is a fairly fit looking woman with a slight pear shape, flat stomach, muscular what I would call athletic looking thigh parts, medium boobies, clearly serious hip to waist ratio.

What bothers me is the use of "curvier" as a euphemism for bigger/fatter. A large majority of this photographers subjects are extremely very thin with the (thesedays)fairly ubiquitous boyish shape, no pubes look.

Why is it necessary to have the warning qualification that the model isn't stick thin? The model in this particular photo is not fat by any stretch of the imagination but because she isn't more like the standard model there is the qualifier.

I find that tiring and a serious turn off. Just like when in the mainstream media any non skinny performer of any sort has the qualifier tucked in there, portly, chubby, etc etc.

Can you imagine if people started doing that in regular conversation? Picture this

You and your homie run into me on the street and you want to make introductions.

You: Oh HAY Shannon this is my *deep breath* female, bisexual, monogamous, red haired, European American, average height, fat, Democrat, flat footed, furry arm pitted, Jewish friend with no benefits or other sexual component.....

Me: *blink...blink*wut?

I know it's ridiculous in that amount but if you were showing me a picture of your aforementioned homie would you feel the need to tell me all that? Or warn me of fatness or armpit hair? Or would it be easier and more enjoyable to just sayL

You: Shannon, look at this picture of my friend.

Me: Wow she is awesome.

See?

My point here is that at some point we human types are going to have to give up all these bullshit monikers we've assigned each other because as people get more diverse it gets way over complicated and frankly I think it's fucking dumb.

So please. Really.

I really think that making a point of ignoring the splashy useless adjectives that are pinned to people to keep them in a comfortable labeled wee box is mother fucking radical. Moving on.

My homies do any of you read VenusZine? Ever since the long ago demise of Sassy I have been pining for a kick ass magazine I can get into. However most magazines I lose interest fairly quickly because I am picky about good and interesting writing and not just the same old sucking it in broken down doll models.

Is it any good?

And along with my warblings about art I want to talk alittle about my still forming attempts at photography.

Lately I've been looking at a lot of interesting self portraits. I want to learn to really see myself.

So I am pretending to be an artiste.

And the following photo is not artistic but very me.



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I have a seriously really bad makes me kind of want to die kind of migraine that is settling in my neck and head. So instead of serious I am going to show you some clothes.

Also Lindsay thanks and I would totally lay a smooch on you.:)

Old Navy is actually kind of catching my attention these days with things like this silver metallic pleated skirt. My brain immediately saw that with one of my black tanks, some cute flats and bam cute summer outfit.

This summer I'm really leaning towards that kind of look. I have a fucking TON of skirts of varying sorts. I really need more. I have been having issues finding just the right summer dresses that don't offend my delicate goth sensibilities or look like my boobs will just pop right out. There's a time and place for that and at the bus stop in downtown Seattle is not it.

I am developing an unhealthy obsession with not really high wedge heels since I walk so much. I have some sexy ass calves and I think that would be the hotness.

Also if anyone wants to buy me something buy me this skirt reconned by Ugly Shyla. I bought a straight black skirt from her with the same design and just love it. But that circle skirt is screaming my name.

For that skirt I would probably wear a wide patent belt and um...use an actual razor on my legs.

Okay I have to digress here for a minute.

If I see one more person whining about how "family values" are endangered because the homos can get married in some states I am going to have a fucking stroke.

Say what you fucking mean. You mean "Christian heterosexual nuclear family values" you fuck.

Family is not just one fucking thing.

Gods.

You people make Jesus weep with that. You know that right?

Wow migraine+apoplectic for a minute is not a good combo.

Moving along.

I found a new fat fashion blog and you should read it I like this lady. Fat Chic. She posted a link to an old youtube video with former model and author Nancy Hayssen.

You can see her NSFW famous response pic to that freaky anti anorexia ad that was up quite awhile ago here.

I really like that shot a lot.

It's now past one in the morning and I am really tired but migraine mania is clawing at my brains and I'm feeling kind of OHEMEFGEEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE right now.

Fuck.

So here I am to ramble.

I was trying to organize my flickr account and sometimes I forget that goddamn I am fly.

So in celebration of my hotness I present mah hams.

Mah hams...let me show you dem.

First foto hams crossed.



I used to be so self conscious about my big ole meaty thighs. Even when I was quite painfully funny looking thin, I still had myself some big ole hams. Now, yanno I am kinda digging them. I'll have to get uniballer to take a shot of me standing in a short skirt but they are pleasing to my eye. I dig the shape of my hams. They have curves that I enjoy. I'm entirely thankful I don't have thigh bone+half inch of meat. Cool if it's what you've got but that's not for me.

And one of my beloved "spilled coffee" birthmark high up on my left thigh. That is a mole in the middle of it and yes I get it checked.



Forgive the weirdly lit webcam photos I totally don't feel like unplugging my digital camera from Uniballer's computer.

That birthmark is my favorite of all of them that I have. I spill things all the time so it's just kind of funny.

And I totally do not have pants on. It's not Half Naked Thursday but I am half naked.

Also yes, my hams are kinda dimply and I STILL dig them. Yes I do.

Ye gods the weather change has my skin from scalp to feet going buck wild and I am dry and itchy on the stems and greasy in the face.

I also have stretch marks. *GASP* oh noooooooooooooez.

And it's not because I'm fat. It's because I went through puberty fairly quickly and when skin loses elasticity for any reason BAM stretch marks. I used to really super hate those as well but now, fuck it. All the women in my family have them. Whether on the booty for the tall skinny ones like my Mom and Gma or round the arms and boobies for the short big titty having ones like me. It's not that big a goddamn deal.

Okay I am going to go get in the tub and exfoliate my ass until it's shiny and smooth. And I am going to remove a layer of fuzz from my stems because my legs are itching like hell and so dry I want to kind of dunk myself in a vat of Crisco.

So goodnight my darlings.

Tomorrow, new make up pics in the flickr, and if I can find all the components, a hot ass outfit.

Homo Out.

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Dood seriously.

Hello Jo and Joy (an aside here I totally sat here sing songing Jo-Joy Jo-Joy to myself for like two minutes).

Now for some news yes? Yes.

So as you may or may not know I am a struggling/wannabe/whining writer type and I have had some fiction publication over the last few years and I am only recently making any serious foray into non fiction. My first paid gig as a um, well non technical amusement comes via the website MeanPC. My second editorial is hot off the press and find that bad boy here. This is a pretty kick ass website for us geek types. There are some great tech heavy reviews of stuff and then you have my silly editorials. My other one is located here. So that is hella exciting. And as an aside, HI Lonnie :)

My thus far shaky and slow writing career has spawned some hot porno, a hot mess of poetry and now some editorials. I have delusions of becoming a fabulous essayist and quite possible the perviest chick you know. Although that second one, I am probably 65% of the way there.

Yes, my friends I am a pervert. I like really very dirty and probably to some people gross things. Yes I do.

So that's what's new and fabulous with me right this instant.

In other news I really want to get my eyebrows done this week. I'm not sure how much it costs though since I usually do them myself but I am craving a little pampering. Or I might just do them myself and save some more $$ for some cosmetic type shiny things.

I really want to try some new mascara although the Maybelline Lash Stylist I've been using is pretty damn good. I was skeptical of the little comb thing at first but once I got the hang of it it's actually pretty good.

I really want something that'll give me the huge spidery lash I love so much.

I've been thinking about making Uniballer teach me how to use my digicam for video so I can make some youtube make up videos. Several friends have told me I should and I think it would be fun since um yeah HI I watch a shitload of them so I might as well make some.

I also need to make a list of what make up brushes I need. Probably should stock up on those before I go eyeshadow crazy again. I am also going to have to get a bigger train case at this rate.

Ye Gods my hobbies are freaking expensive. Even with my uber bargain shopping abilities some things I will just have to pay full price for and that chaps my ass.

Okay I'm done for today I have things to do. First I have to make a list of all the supplies I need to take care of my hair for the summer since I still can't braid my own goddamn hair.

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Good times man good times.

I don't feel like being uber serious today so I am going to talk about beauty, knitting, possibly my boobs and um...whatever.

But first go read this post over at Racialicious about the assumptions people make when you date interracially. Being that I have dated all sorts of differently pigmented peoples, I do have lots to say about it just not today. Go read that, digest, then come back and see what crazy I pour forth.

Okay so let's talk about knitting. I tried to learn how to knit from a kit I got at Walmart probably five years ago now and it ended with me in tears, throwing the needles yarn and the book across the room and I believe Uniballer may have thrown it away to keep me from hollering about it more.

However I have this horrible lust to learn how to knit. So I might pick myself up a copy of Knitting for Dummies (hey the for Dummies taught me my html basics back in the day and when it comes to knitting I am in fact, a dummy)and trying to learn again. Mainly because I have these lovely genteel fantasies of knitting away while on the bus, making myself some socks while listening to Slayer on my headphones.

Sweet innit?

And okay onto fat.

I've been using my health insurance companies website to try and find a new doctor. I've been clicking around and it has a handy dandy "Ideal Weight Calculator". This works so fantastic. All it asks is your height and sex. Not your age, ability, etc. According to it I should at 5'3" weigh 126 pounds.

And since I have a vague idea of how much I weigh, it says my BMI is=death by obesity. This is me for reference. However, if you go by my waist to hip ratio they say:

Your shape puts you at reduced risk of coronary heart disease, diabetes and stroke. Frequently referred to as pear shape, you tend to keep fat off your midsection and more on your hips. Our bodies do not convert this lower body fat as readily as midsection fat, which keeps cholesterol down.

Orly?

So by their calculations I am going to die of the fat, but my pear shape saves me from heart disease, diabetes or stroke. But wait, wait. Isn't my fat going to make me die of diabetes, stroke, and heart diseased? Are you chasing your tail yet?

Now according to them the optimal way for me to lose all these killing pounds would be to run at 12 MPH, for 116 minutes to lose 1 pound.

Now if I were to do that, I would be in so much pain my weight would become a moot point. Now this "personalized" profile knows that I have joint problems, a bad back etc. And it tells me to run.

They also say I need to lose weight NOW, my nutrition sucks, and I am depressed and stressed out but my wellness score is....96% out of 100.

How fucking stupid.

It says I need to:

* You need to start a weight-loss program.
* You need to quit smoking.
* Get your blood pressure tested.
* Buckle up.
* Get your cholesterol checked.
* Add more fiber to your diet.

So I'm too fat, even though I'm pretty fucking healthy I'm fat and OH NO, I don't buckle up.

The "assessment" assumes you drive which I don't. I ride in cars maybe twice a year. If that often. The fiber issue was based on white breads and pasta which I don't eat a lot of.

Yes smoking is bad I know that. But come on now.

So I messed around with their meal planner and I cannot afford that shit. If I could afford to eat salmon every other day and buy bulk flax seeds and shit I fucking would.

I wouldn't be so annoyed if it wasn't all over the site that it's "personalized recommendations just for YOU" type shit. It's not. I know how it works but it's fucking misleading. And I know a crapton of people who would read stuff like that and flip their fucking wigs.

Moving on that shit was irritating. But I feel better after soup and vitamins and tea.

So my boobs. My boobs OH EM EFF GEE my fucking boobs.

I need new bras in a real bad kind of way.

Somehow the UK has found out I have big tits and I am on the mailing list for Bravissimo Bras. specially made for us big titty having types.

Have a looksy there and look at their varied models. Now no none of them are fat and a lot of the bras only go up to band size 40 if you're lucky but, it's a huge step up from air brushed weirdness that is most lingerie catalogs.

Now this has freaked me out for years and yes, it's a little weird but I seriously get creeped out by the airbrushed out nipples, pudenda and pubes in Frederick's of Hollywood Catalogs. I don't know if they are trying to get past some weird mail obscenity laws or what but it's fucking creepy. I have nipples, not big nipples but my nipples have a presence, and I would like to see just how sheer a bra might be when paired with, some dark nipples is that too much to ask?

Or come on now.

It is weird.

So anyway I think I am going to save up the loot and try to find someone in the UK to receive the package for me because I love their bras. And after a measurement I am in fact a 38 D rather than a 40 DD as I had thought.

I am excited about that. Also they say boobs a lot in their catalog and website copy and how could I not love anywhere that says boobs?

OH wait one more thing. I have an insane hard on for this model right here. All because she looks almost exactly like this girl we'll call Miss Too Hot that I tried my damndest to get into her pants back in the day. Despite the fact that she was at the time 35 and I was 19. Also despite the fact that her wife could bench press me then break me in half. Actually I was angling for a threeway because I thought she was hot too.

Tru fax man.

So if you want to buy me fancy lingerie feel free. I am very partial to black, microfiber, not a lot of lacy bits (I HATE my titties being itchy), plunge, full coverage and/or the occasional balconette bra. I like my D cups all up like WHOA.

Skip the panties though because I hate my junk being contained. Yes, that means I don't really like wearing panties because I invariably either have a wedgie of doom, my labia get irritated or I lose chunks of pubic hair and I am not down with that.

Cause seriously, 60 goddamn dollars for a bra. I know it's worth it but I better get a blow job to go along with that or I'm going on strike.

Now speaking of hair, I made an awesome (you have to sing that out loud, awwwwSOOOOOOME like that) hair treatment last weekend. My hair feels super silky and strong and I am happy about that. Read all about that here. I really do love creating little weird concoctions for my hair or skin.

It makes me feel smart and fancy.

Still here?

Me too. Strangely enough.

Well barely. I got all into doing something else.

So tomorrow big exciting announcement, my perfume reviews now that I've worn both new ones a couple of times. Also, possible outfit photos if the weather is warm enough for me to wear the cute outfit I am pining for.

And I will totally remember to tell the story behind my sign out.

Homo Out.

PS..tomorrow is Half naked Thursday and I expect to see some pictures people.

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Only amusing to me.

I was stat checking a little bit earlier and there are posts that have been found via amusing search strings on the google and they are I would bet my left ovary totally not what the person thought they were and that makes me laugh.

For instance if you google the term (not entirely work safe here just don't cruise images) "got hurt by a stripper" it will take you to my paen to the ass I was sporting while I was stripping.

Another WTF google one, "whos the girl in the holy shit i love oreos poster" on google.co.uk and I'm right there on the first page with a link to my first page of my journal here and not a specific entry.

My keywords are pretty funny as well. My current keyword analysis tells me that people are coming from all over ze world looking for "fat black ass".

Although I did get a hit from someone searching "monkey fucking bastards" that was win.

I am such a stats nerd. I am very amused with how people get here, then I am further amused by the disappointment they must feel when there is no actual porno. Or naked fat black ass.

And I think on some version of the Fatosphere feed I'm still on it but I'm not sure which incarnation. I'm not quite that energetic to track it down.

Okay that bit of nerdery out of the way I am going to talk about fashion.

I have this incredibly horrible LUST no seriously it's a burning I should probably take some valium type want to get myself a hot ass Lippy outfit, take a shitload of camwhore pictures and post them everywhere and enter every one of Lippy's photo contests.

I don't want to do this because I think I'd win because I don't actually. Mainly I think that there are probably some other people who are bored with the same tall, thin, pale aesthetic and would appreciate seeing a face that is different. I know when I first got on the intertubes seeing some hot ass super goths who stepped out of that aesthetic rocked my wee world.

In other fashion news I think I really need a mid length denim skirt. I also need some calf high ish boots, more cool socks, and some girly tees that fit right and don't cost my left tit. However highest on my priority list of clothing right now is a new bra.

I also want to play on the Fatshionista Flickr group but I cannot for the life of me figure out how to submit a photo. Insert "UR DOING IT WRONG" macro here.

And can I just say how frustrating that my wardrobe aspirations and wants are seriously outpacing both my budget and sewing ability? That sucks fucking balls.

Out pacing like racing a Pinto and a fucking Mustang.

In other news I bought a fabulous super cheap little Curvations black/red lacy lookin cincher. It's very cute and I still don't know what exactly I'm wearing it with but it's a keeper.

I also decided that I'm going to sell off a couple of pairs of boots I have because one pair is a little too big enough that they aren't comfortable to wear. And the other pair my calves are just too fucking musclebound and hot.

In other news I've been doing some testing all day and my brain is full of jello now.

Tomorrow, maybe the feminism post. Or maybe not I dunno yet.

Also you should go read Davita's latest post it's pretty goddamn good.

I know I'm going to totally sound like a little old lady here but those two over at Pregnant Drug Dealing Prostitutes are fucking adorable. I want to go to A&W with them and have floats.

Okay going home I have cramps still and can I just say WTF? Why is it I don't bleed much so my uterus makes up for the lack of volume by trying to wrench itself out of my abdomen?

And if you were wondering the jerking off went off of the menu in favor of stabby then drugs and napping.

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Faaaaaabulous.

If you don't know me well let me tell you a secret. I am a cosmetics freak.

I LOVE MAKE UP.

I love make up so much that most likely if I'd been born with a penis I'd either be the hottest boy in eyeliner walking or the most fabulous drag queen EVAR.

And I'm really excited because I picked myself up some HOT samples from AromaLeigh Cosmetics and I cannot wait to try them. I've been reading the owner Miss K's blog for quite awhile now and I like her a lot. I ordered some fantastic super bright colors and I am stoked. Be certain there will be pics and full reviews.

I love color. I love color a lot.

I wear some insanely bright eyeshadows and goddamn it I love it.

My current vitamin/hydration/facial care routine has been doing wonders for my skin so I think once the weather warms up I might start going sans actual foundation and get into some tinted moisturizer. That will be exciting.

This might be surprising but I do almost all my make up shopping online these days. Mainly because after loving make up for more than 20 years now (no seriously I was getting into make up when I was like 6) I know what I like, I know what colors work for me and I know what I want.

These days I'm looking to expand my color choices and get myself more brushes. A serious money saving tip, I buy sample sized things. Being that the days I wear make up I rarely wear the same colors (aside from eyeliner etc, more on that later) twice in a row they last me ages.

Also really more money doesn't always equal a better product for you especially if you're still experimenting.

What do you spend the good bucks on?

Foundation. Getting a foundation that your skin likes, looks good and is easy for you to apply is worth it if you have to go with a high end product. That's not to say once you found your holy grail of foundations you can't ebay your booty off to find it. How? The best thing to do is head to your local Sephora store or other big box retail type store and ask the sales associates. Get a sample, note your color and get to searching.

Is it cheap? Yes. But you know what? Too bad it's a shitty economy.

I was just telling Uniballer that the next big think I want to try is EyeKandy glitters. I will admit it, I never grew out of my glitter phase. I love glitter.

I love a solid black based glittery eye, I love a more fairy-licious bright white glittery eye. I fucking love glitter.

I have passed my glitter in the face powder so sometimes if the sun is just right it looks like I had a fairy bukake fest on my face. I have (mostly) grown out of that. But I still love my glitters and those Eye Kandy glitters look fucking cool.

Eyesafe glitter at last.

I also will confess that I used stage quality glitter on my face and around my eyes for YEARS despite warnings not to do so.

I watch make up videos on youtube a lot. I cruise and sometimes participate in the make up communities on LJ. I. Love. It.

I think a big component of my love of cosmetics has to do with self love time. It's never been about the big political omg the MAN made me do it kind of thing. Not ever. For me it's all about enjoying myself, and making myself feel good. Mostly because frankly I don't give a good goddamn what anyone else might have to say about it.

That includes those years I went through my uber goth princess must wear four pounds of black on my face in varying ways, the shaved off eyebrows, the glitter, the mysteriously placed rhinestones, weird things drawn on my face, weird fuschia lipstick all of it. If you don't approve feel free not to look at or speak to me.

This attitude extends to pretty much all areas of my life.

Don't like my body?
Don't like my hair?
Don't like my music?
Don't like my books?
Don't like the way I speak?

Feel free to ignore me and fuck off.

No really fuck off.

Fuck off because I don't give a fuck.

My life and how I present myself to this weird world has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. Don't give me your disapproval because it's not my issue. It's yours.

On that note I am going to take my very delicious tea and go get in bed or something. I'm not sleeping clearly and I have shit to do today.

Did I post the close up of my rainbow eye make up?

Okay I don't think so. Please ignore the jacked up primer line I caught it after taking photos, fixed it but then had to leave for work.



That is mostly Mac except for the liner and mascara and primer. Fyrinnae primer, followed by Ben Nye yellow pressed powder shadow, acid orange Mac pigment, Fuschia Mac pigment, and a teeny tiny bit of Nyx yellow from the Serengeti trio. Black maybelline waterproof liner, Maybelline great lash in blackest black. What you can't see in that photo is the random black eye pencil on the waterline.



This is an all Mac neutral look. Copperclast pigment, a little Goldstroke and some Shimpagne mineralized skin finish that you can't really see in that shot for some reason. My usual liquid liner and mascara.

I'm still trying to figure out how to do some photo tutorials as my friend Miss Sessa suggested but, I'm still getting the hang of taking make up pictures.

Later today I am totally going to do this gold and hot pink or maybe teal look I saw on youtube.

If I do pictures.

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OW that hurt my brains.

I have a headfull of things I want to talk about however I do want to digest a bit before I do.

So in preparation go read some of what BFP has to say on the whole shebang that you can read about in my entry here. I have a truckload of thoughts about contemporary feminism, where I think I fit and how I feel about calling myself a feminist.

That later.

Also I have some template changes to make. I wanna link those Pregnant Drug Dealing Prostitutes I enjoy so much. Also Get SK's lovely banner for her new book placed. My blog roll up there needs some adjusting. Also, despite what she might say Davita is still Queen of Black people.

I also want to talk about some fat news and how I see it. Well not news as in NOW BREAKING NEWS but how I see weight issues presented.

And I hate to admit it because I fucking hate their coffee but Starbuck's Green Tea Latte is a more interesting drink than I'd thought. I'm sipping on one right now and it's tasty but kind of overwhelming.

And per usual Torrid is having a ginormous 50% off sale and none of what I actually really want is on sale or available in my size. Remember my darlings if you want to check inventory during one of their super sales enter "99" as your quantity number then hit add to basket. After that you should get a notification if there are fewer than that in stock.

For the love of everything cute and fluffy why is the vinyl bomber jacket I've been tingly in the girl bits about for months on sale for under 20$? I would rock the hell out of that.

There are also a couple of skirts I like but I'm 5'3" without much in the round booty area so their skirts are almost always too long and sometimes I can't be arsed to actually shorten them myself.

There is an excellent post over at Racialicious about identifying as white on the inside. I have actually read it twice.

I seriously cannot understand the idea that identifying as another race but "on the inside" is a serious thing that people actually mean. I also cannot take anyone who uses terms like, "oreo", "banana", etc seriously. Nor can I take anyone seriously who uses the term "Sellout" when it comes to race.

I just talked about this recently and I still my initial reaction is always, are you fucking serious? Frankly I'm not in the mood for that discussion today.

There is a post over at Fatshionista about Torrid's Cinco de Mayo line. The original poster takes an issue with it and I can see where she's going with that.

In the US Cinco De Mayo is generally known as the holiday you go out to your local Mexican restaurant, drink beer and eat. Sad but like St. Patrick's Day and loads of other holidays it's been Hallmark'd into absurdity.

Growing up I had these neighbors from Mexico and I adored that family. I spent hours and hours in their apartment eating, learning pigin Spanish, playing dress up, playing (we had no name for this dramady) this game where we'd make ourself a little forresty looking fort out back and pretend to be the indigenous peoples of some made up place, we pounded leaves with rocks and called them food or poultices, we made clothes out of leaves and paper we had a good damn time.

That family was actually from the Puebla area (I wish I could remember where exactly) and Cinco De Mayo was a big day in that house. Being so young at the time most of my enjoyment was YEAH MEXICO! YEAH FOOD! YEAH MAMA HAS ON HER PRETTY OUTFIT AND IS DANCING!

I remember reading more about it later on and never understood the commercialization of the holiday and the widespread mistake of it being a independence day. At some point I really wish people would stop buying stupid hats, cards etc and take a moment to ask a very simple question. "What the HELL is going on here?"

Truthfully I believe if more people took that moment, regardless of the issue and very seriously said, "What the HELL MAN?"

Okay I think I've had enough folks. My brain is moving at brain speed and I have research to do about wholesalers.

Homo Out.

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Hustlin.

My current anthem:



So, because of recent financial snags and my serious desire to be able to fucking shop when I feel like it. Back to the hustle.

Including selling of shit that I don't wear and/or doesn't fit.

Also a highlight in my opinion selling books to Powells for trade. Keep me in books.

And I'm still plugging away on my fucking poetry book. I fucked the formatting for about 12 pages so I'm laboriously fixing it now. And considering sticking a few short short bits of prose in there as well.

Um.

Yeah this whole self publishing the poetry is driving me more batty than I already am.

I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about it but yeah. I promised myself as a wee youngster I'd do it so I'm doing it.

A snippet:

Untitled
Low mean curl of a silver tongue.
Taking in the Realm Of What.
Giving away the fury.
Yes, infect them as ye see fit.
Rages of Passion flaring like shooting stars at velvet midnight.
Be their Prometheus.
Die as their Icarus.
Rejoice in fate and Love of them.
And you will be their ~All.

Most of them are untitled bits of brain vomit.

Some of this is nice to read since I wrote some it probably ten years ago.

Working working working.

I've still not been submitting fiction around lately because I've been working on this fucking poetry. Annoying.

Also not done anymore Associated Content articles.

Non fiction doesn't move me generally.

Oh mah GAWD I just fucked up my formatting even more.

I hate it.

HATES IT.

Okay I'm done with that for the day before I start hollering.

Now I'm sad and I'm going to go drink cocoa.

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Goodness.

Here I am trying to bookshop and as I'm perusing my subscribed blogs I find this tasty bit from Red. Now my girl area is tingly and I'm squirming. No that's not really safe for work if you work somewhere where, squirming due to crotch tingle is frowned upon.

I read that then sat here and had a little moment of mmm tasty.

Now I am totally distracted from what I was doing. I have a few dollars and want a new book.

I am also bemoaning the cost of my newly over the counter allergy medication of choice. Zyrtec. Perversely I am bemoaning the expiry of their patent because fucking hell I got it for a 5$ copay when it was still rx. I don't want to spend that much but I'm afraid I'll have to. Even with the regular cold snaps my allergies are going bitch nuts.

To distract myself from itching angry eyes let's talk more about words that make my crotch tingle. Yesterday in my LJ I waxed sentimental about a girl I slept with a lot when I was a wee youngster. That didn't really turn me on, the memories though seat squirming inducing they can be, are made of more sweetness and awww we were cute than anything else.

There is something really comforting and wonderful in knowing that a lot of my memories of my sexual development are indeed wrapped up in that kind of warm sweetness. I have had the idea that maybe I should write more of these memories and whatnot. I might. It's not exactly erotica but I do have some doozies.

OH in other news my Flickr LIVES. SHE LIVES. I kind of want to put the outfit post I put in my LJ up at Fatshionista but I'm not sure about that.

FULL LENGTH YO.

Go check me out.

Feel free to be my foto homie too.

Expect more random type photos as I learn to use my camera a little better.

Also my make up yesterday was the MOTHERFUCKING HOTNESS.

Rainbow eyes.

Okay I'm spent. My tummy really hurts and so does my head. This does not a happy beasty make.

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Teehee.

NO THAT'S MAH BISCUIT!



Don't front you know you've had days like that. You know the days when you are likely to snatch someone bald if they touch your cookie.

Seriously you know you have.

You can tell me I don't mind.

Also if the world was fair I'd have the time and money to haul it down to Portland for KinkFest.

And if you'd like to buy me a kick ass present that might mean you get naked booby pictures you could always get me a gift membership to the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom.


I know I'm set on random right now. I'm tired, have slightly low blood sugar and I wanna go home.

Other things?

I spent some time editing some porn I wrote about this pre-op transwoman I had a MAD crush on. I will probably post it in my lj at some point for archival purposes. She is (Tuff where ever you are, I miss seeing you around teh intertubes baby) hot. hot like gorgeous long legs and brown skin and lusciousness.

Also I have a wee bit more work on the poetry book then I am going to pimp it until you're all tired of hearing about it. I still have to make some banners/small graphics. Then Lulu here I come.

And to wrap things up (no really) how about a looksy at what I've been listening to this week? If you use last.fm you should totally be my friend.





Okay homo really out.

PS WTF is wrong with google today? I can't find anything I'm looking for.

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This is going to get random.

I have the flu so don't expect that I'll be coherent mmkay?

So, I've been doing the shopping because that's what I like to do for my birthday. I got some really FANTAAAAAAAAAASTIC ubergoth stuff. Lots of photos today. None of me.

First up I got (at a spectacular price I might add) from an ebay seller named SpookyKisses, the uber goth Eternal Love Morgaine skirt. SpookyKisses has a pretty good selection of stuff and a few pages of lower end (size wise) plus size items for my fellow darkity dark dark types.



Also on the Ebay I FINALLY found a pair of plain black bootcut pants. I know right? Why was it so hard?



Not a great picture I snagged it from the auction and I'll take a better one when they get here. They are from Torrid of course. Speaking of Torrid I was really disappointed with their big sale yet again. Not one of the items I really wanted was available in my size. Looks like if I'm going to have a few particular pieces it'll have to be full price :(

I also picked up a pixie hem tunic that I can't find a picture of. How much you say? 39.99$ all together. Not bad.

OH I also hit Hot Topic and cruised their sale shoes and picked up the cutest mary janes.



So cute. Yes those are handcuffs. I got those for 10.99. Also I picked up some black with red athletic type stripe tube socks because we all know I am a cute sock whore. And a little black and red eyeshadow/liner pot. Hotness.

I almost bought these:



buuuut yeah. I really have my doubts that they'd fit and that company is so goddamn skeevy I just couldn't do it. So unless I magically absorb the ability to knit (my last attempt to learn how to knit resulted in me throwing needles, yarn, book across the room and bursting into tears) I will go without thigh high socks.

According to a poster from Fatshionista sometime after my unhappy post about thigh high socks, apparently it's not that they don't want to sell to us fat hammed folks but that nobody makes socks with a bigger top circumference of 23". And they have said they are going to have something that stretches to 26 by the fall.

Call me a cynic but I'm not holding my breath.

Or maybe I'm just that cranky. Actually yes I am.

Unfortunately I have no problem with knee socks in general. My calves are a little beefy but not real big. However I do and have always at almost every weight have/had big hams. Even at a size 5 I had some big ole muscly thighs. I've always had issues with things fitting around my ham.

Um what else?

OH I also went ahead and got two little things from Sephora so I could get my free big pimping bubbles too. I got a red lipstick and an empty portable sifter jar for my powder since the fucking BE one was 25$ goddamn dollars. Yeah no not gonna happen.

Also can I just admit right now that I fucking LOVE that Fleetwood Mac song Tusk. No Srsly I do. I can also admit that I went through a phase where I dressed like the bastard child of Stevie Nicks, Cyndi Lauper and probably death. No srsly. I did really and screw you I was hot in my fluttering layers of insanity and gauzy black.

I have to admit I'm having some real serious want to explore my more KinderWhore side. Probably with an infusion of Punk and or Pirate Loli. Yes that means I still have a total girl crush on Kate Bjelland.

Also part of this stems from my t to rock a look where in I look cute, yes loli ahh kawaii etc, but yeah like I'll fucking stab you in the neck. I feel that way most of the time however, expressing it visually is difficult because what always comes to mind is a doll with a butcher knife.

I know I know at least somebody is out there thinking, "Shannon really what the fuck is wrong with you?" I dunno man. I has a vision what can I say.

My head is so full of snot and disgruntlement that I can hardly think. I really should not have come to work today. I have a problem with that. I tend to not really acknowledge how sick I may or may not be. thus winding up sicker than i probably would've been. I will probably stay home tomorrow.

You can see my typing is degenerating.

And um.

Oh YAY Oro, Mr. Oro and the brand new (and still with that shiny baby smell( The Chieftain are well.

For fuck sake man I am running on fumes and rancor right now.

And to close out this is why I love my Cookie. Only she can say things like this to me and make me laugh so hard I fart. Cookie on my fashion sense lately-

What is your problem? Did you fall in some anime geek vortex that sucked out your fashion sense?

with that homo out.

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To my 14 year old self.

Was that two weeks ago that the Fatosphere was awash with letters to 14 year old selves? I'm not sure. I was (sorta am) too tired to do that but I will try today anyway.

Dear 14 year old Shannon, (written as if to be read on my 14th birthday)
First of all check it out, 16 years later you are still kicking. Weird I know right? And six more months of the boobs from fucking hell. And I'm sorry to say they are going to get bigger before they get fixed. I know that is going to fuck up your whole idea of what is going on but it will get better.

And don't be afraid of the big loud doc he is not your surgeon. Your surgeon is the little Creole man with soft hands and that infectious silly laugh. Also don't be afraid of what people are going to say. You are already too well aware of what douchebags some people can be. Like Nana said, "fuck em".

However, some people will surprise you.

When that girl and her friends tell you that you dress funny, fuck them too.

After you're all healed from surgery and enjoying your new smaller, perky boobs, work it. Don't be afraid. Love that first pretty bra. Also you are entirely within your rights to burn that ugly fucking dress. Don't let anyone talk you out of it, just do it you'll feel so much better when you do.

Also after surgery don't sign up for volleyball. You suck at it, you hate being yelled at. Don't bother. Dance instead. You love to dance and you're good at it regardless of what anyone else says. Shake that shit like you want to.

And I know your life until now has been a whirlwind of holy shit this sucks. It does get better. You're going to see Japan. You're going to understand the actuality of being somewhere holy and it will make you feel better.

In all what Nana has told you for years is absolutely going to be the single most important piece of advice you will ever get, forget the dumb shit and remember. "Fuck em if they can't take a fuckin' joke." Remember.

And yes you are nuts. You will get crazier and life will take some turns that will almost kill you. But like I said earlier you are still kicking babes. Still alive and full of piss and vinegar.

To wrap it up here are a few other tips. Read more porn, read more great literature, dance more, breathe, know you'll survive it, don't let the bastards get you so far down.

Love,
Your 30 year old self who is still, mother fucking fabulous.

~

Okay now back to the present. Good lord the typos in that last entry. I was a little drunk. See what happens when you try to play off to yourself that oh HAI no I'm not buzzed.

Holy shit I am a cheap date.

Damn I entirely forgot what else I was going to say so never mind. I am tired. Looks like I'll be taking some of the sedative variety drugs tonight.

Homo Out.

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Rambling Shannons never walk straight.

I have had a very nice day today. I got some sleep (CAN I GET AN AMEN?!), watched an amazing Pride fight between two incredible athletes. Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira (one of my favorites he's incredible) and Fedor Emelianenko. There is something that awes me about that kind of athleticism and men that big who move that fast. I watched the whole event but that fight absolutely stood out as a huge one in MMA circles.

Then I lolled around a bit. A favorite hobby picked up from felines everywhere. Then I doodled about playing with photoshop for awhile. Then Uniballer and I decided we were hungry and had intended to go to The Keg because I haven't been to one in about 15 years and he's never been. Unfortunately between the two of us we missed the bus.

So we walked to a newer place called The Elliot Bay Brewery I am not huge into beer so I wasn't really enthused about going however I am into hamburgers. I LOVE a fantastic beefy burger of goodness and the one I had was perfect. The Bleu and Bacon. Blue cheese and bacon with their special pub sauce, lettuce, tomato. Fantastic. The burger was still pink in the middle just the way I like it and their seasoned fries are actually seasoned and not just too salty.

I also stepped way out of my comfort zone and tried a little buffalo. It was beefy and tasty.

However the highlight of the night was their stout chocolate cake with home made raspberry sauce. OMFG. Mouthgasm. I needed a change of pants it was that good. If you hit that place take your appetite. Lovely servers. The lady who took our dessert order looked and sounded like Karen from Will and Grace and I wanted to bring her home and gossip with her. Seriously.

Now I am sitting deep conditioning my hair and looking gangster in the knit cap the lovely Sarah Katharine Lewis sent. This thing is SO handy just perfect size for my deep conditioning. So here fotographic evidence of my gangster-ness. And yes I look a little crazy:



Also to further screw my goth street cred I am listening to Justin Timberlake and enjoying it. It makes my bottom area wiggle.

OH also I finally found new talons for my eyes.



Not exactly what I wanted but whatever. I figure once I'm gauged up to about 10 I can get my fabulous black acrylic talons. Or maybe get spendy and buy something custom or bone.

My next piercing related mission will be to find a new labret. A much harder job because I'm super picky. I may get a fancy talon for going out but I want a new every day ring.

Okay I have had enough of Mr. Timberlake. Joan Osbone who is sex on crackers.

Also oh WOW HotRod Voodoo has some really fantastic stuff in right now. Check out some of their new socks. I am all over that. Although my fabulous wardrobe plans have to be shelved because of a refund snafu that means that money goes for bills rather than goodies.

Story of my damn life.

So that means more thrifty and less spendy but that's fine. I'm good at thrifty.

OH new blog find for those of you who enjoy teh sexy time blogs. Always Aroused Girl is a good one. I have added her feed to my eleventy other ones. I so *HEART* my google reader it's just not even funny.

Ah and a semi recent photo I did of some green eyeshadow I did on myself. Rather redid for the photo, after a very long day at work.



I was also (pre-long day at work) wearing a clinique light pink lipstick under some slightly darker pink gloss and it was teh SEXAH.

Okay I'm gonna go shower and lay down the chocolate cake is killing me here.

Homo Out.

PS..I am still figuring out how to use my digicam. Sad isn't it? It is not coming easily so my whole picture posting/taking thing is just getting delayed. I am working on it though.

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Things I think about.

First of all let me mention that watching Rachel from F-word and Mo Pie from BFD this morning was a pleasure. Watch the clips on Youtube here and here. I won't spoil it for you but it was very good and Miss Rachel your glasses gave me glasses envy. And Mo that haircut is love. Srsly.

Oh also before I forget Colleen from The Pretty Pear posted (mm alliteration) some great savings and coupon codes here.

While I'm pimping links you should go read what Meowser had to say about the truthfully awful article in "Bitch" magazine about the Fatosphere. To tell you the truth I didn't even read the whole article when I thumbed through Bitch the first thing to mind is that the author was lazy and irresponsible and I couldn't bring myself to read the rest.

Honestly (granted I am no journalist) if you are going to write something shouldn't you at least appear to make a little bit of an effort to research? Or type your key words into google and get lucky? Gods.

Next up I want to discuss something I think about frequently. All too often I hear religion (usually Christianity) as the basis for someone disapproving of one thing or another. Be it interracial