V is for....

Well, I can say this year is not starting out any better than the last. Is life supposed to be this difficult?

I recently entered the world of Facebook (I've always been a MySpacer), and found a ridiculous amount of people from a previous life, most of whom I wasn't worried about never seeing again. Even in its misery, I like this life much better than the last. It is full of better people. I have no interest in marriages and babies and other dull things dumbamericants do. I have turned my biological clock off. I have more important things to do than contaminate the planet with overpopulation.

Speaking of better people, I have made a new friend in Vermilion. She is beautiful and smart, and everything I like in another human being. You should make it a point to view her lovely face and artwork.

http://www.myspace.com/vermilioncrush
http://www.gloommagazine.com/vermilion

And as always, if you haven't already, you should take notice of my favorite beautiful, smart "V" artist, Vjesci, who deserves all the attention you can spare.

http://www.myspace.com/vjesci
http://vjesci.blogspot.com

Maybe I have a thing for "V"s......

In other news, I have been re-watching Carnivale, which is a phenmonenal show that is available on DVD, so there is no excuse for you to not watch it. And I finally got my hands on a copy of HIM's latest album "Venus Doom" (again with the "V"s) and it is something that you must hear. You will want to sacrifice a baby to the devil with your lover and fuck in the blood by the time it's over....... Perhaps that was a bit drastic, but it contains some absolutely ravishing morbidly romantic imagery. Listen. Now. Trust me.

And now, I am off to pilfer some supplies from a familiar basement that is not my own and head home for some hot cocoa with a secret kick... but I won't tell you what it is. It doesn't have a V in it, ironically. Maybe I'll add a silent one, just to stick with the theme.

Vale, loVlies... (go break out your high school latin textbooks, kids)

xo, LW

The Year That Wasn't

I'd like to forget this year, starting tomorrow. There is nothing memorable about it whatsoever. In fact, I'd like to erase this year and pretend that it didn't happen. The minute little good things cannot outweigh the downward spiral.

Top 10 Disasters of 2007

1. Going from a job that paid decent (but did not guarantee full time hours) to a job that appeared to be very cool but pays terrible, and only turned out to be hell in a handbasket.

2. Moving... again... for the 5th time in 2 years.

3. Having my apartment flooded by a burst pipe from upstairs 2 days after I moved in...

4. Followed by 2 and half months of construction by an incompetant Greek man who barely speaks English.

5. 4 months and counting having not paid my credit card bill. They call me 4 times a day.

6. Pretending to be financially stable while I have negative amounts of money in the bank (I'm currently at -$108)

7. Trying to meet new people... I'm really terrible at maintaining correspondance with people. If I don't see someone everyday, I tend to forget about them.

8, 9 and 10.... You'll have to read my mind, but if you can't. trust me they make the list.


And the ONE good thing that happened to me this year was........

September 10th, 2007 - I went out with someone whom I don't spend much time with and had more fun than I'd had in a very long time. I laughed so hard I cried. I got lost on Tremont St. looking for the Roxy. I got lost on the way home, trying to get back to the dirty burg. I killed my feet wearing 4 inch heels. I made a new friend. And last but not least, I met Davey Havok after the show. (I still owe C for the evening, but I promise I will pay you back!)

Why are you celebrating on the 25th?

When there's so much more to do on 12/21?

Click here to learn something.

decemberoverground

So, as I opened the door this morning, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise. SNOW. Now, don't get me wrong, with a name like Wyntre, I have a very special place in my heart for the cold season. And snow is very beautiful. There is something very moving about trees frosted in sparkling white, a huge open field with no one's footprints in it but yours, the crisp cold scent of fresh air, snowflakes on your eyelashes, everything that is magical about winter and snow.

Driving in the snow is a completely different story. Driving in the snow makes me want to vomit. I drive like your grandma in the snow. I do 30 in a 55 when it snows. Teeth clenched, white-knuckled hands on the steering wheel, every muscle tensed in my body, I HATE driving in the snow with an undeniable passion. Ironically, I learned how to drive in the snow. I took my driver's test (and passed) the day after a blizzard. I lived in the Berkshires for 6 years.

But one fateful day, after I had moved out of the Berkshires, I totalled my car in the beginnings of a snowstorm.And now, I am a wreck whenever it snows.

And so, this morning, when I saw the snow just two days before Thanksgiving (mind you, it didn't even snow [with any accumulation, anyway] until after Christmas last year), I was seriously distraught.

The Sour Milk Chronicles

I think I have taken in more than my fair share of dairy products, as of late. I think I'm going to downsize back to ice cream, exclusively, for a while.

I finally got my hands on a copy of the "Velvet Goldmine" soundtrack, which I love almost as much as I love watching the film. I also acquired the "Clockwork Orange" soundtrack, which is musically at the opposite end of the spectrum, but just as thrilling. Nothing like the synthesized "March for the Funeral of Queen Mary" to make you crave a glass of (soy) milk from a statue's nipple.

I need a manicure.... and a pedicure, if you're paying.

Speaking of sour milk, my roommate threw some away this morning.

And I'm done for the day.

Lili Liar vs. The Faction of Desperate Virgins

... or What happens when a bunch of miserable, obsessed teenagers who will never get to fuck their rockstar of choice end up in one place on the Internet (and no, I'm not talking about MySpace for once)

I witnessed a rather rabid reaction on someone's messageboard the other day. Messageboards aren't really my bag these days. They were great back in the day when I was trying to do anything but my homework in high school. Now, not so much. But I was looking over an old stomping ground, so to speak, only to find it was full of bitter, hostile teenybitches who wanted to talk about what the people in their classes said about the object of their obsession, rather than have any conversation delving into said obsession's lyrics, music, artwork, or anything worth talking about for that matter. Nothing intellectually stimulating whatsoever. And considering the messageboard in question, I was quite disappointed. One of the few people I saw trying to start a conversation about lyrical content was shot down and told to shut up, fuck off, and die. Seriously. The word "juvenile" comes to mind. But what can you expect from a bunch of teenagers with too much time on their hands and too little conversation skills, right?

I watched the film "Billy Liar" the other day, and I don't think I am British enough to appreciate it completely, but did enjoy it for the most part. I attempted to watch "2001: A Space Odyssey" for the first time since..... quite some time ago, and I still couldn't get into it. Kubrick is rather hit and miss with me. Love some films, can't make it through others. However, I was quite amused by "Color Me Kubrick", which gets a little draggy at the end, but features a marvelous performance by John Malkovich, who plays a conman who pretends to be Stanley Kubrick, despite his lack of complete knowledge on Kubrick.

Musically unamused as of late. Been recycling old favorites in the car. Currently spinning:

AFI "Sing the Sorrow"
Duran Duran "Medazzaland"
The Beatles "Rubber Soul" and "Revolver"
Ultravox "The Collection"


And that's all I have to say about that.

The Halloween Tree

You should be watching this instead of "Nightmare Before Christmas"...





If you can't manage to get your hands on a copy (it's only available on VHS), someone has been kind enough to break it down and post it on YOUTUBE.

WATCH IT.... NOW!

Scenes from Someone Else's Life

Don't ask me where I got this. The internet is full of lovely little treasures.

Don't you wish you had someone like this?

Me too...."but then I look around, and I remember that I am alone"

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B: I want you. I want your support, not your condemnation. I want your understanding and never your adult point of view. I want you to grasp that I intend to remain an intelligent child. I want us to twist in the middle, to writhe in what we like of each other. To execute our differences and disregard their existence. This life, as long as it may last, I know I will still find it too short. As you've noticed, I waste no time and if you don't want or can't learn at the pace, all I ask is that you allow me to.

B: I see you as a kind of companion, not a bitch, not property, not mine, not my "gf". We have some thing special that most would never -COULD NEVER understand: consider how we've laughed when most people say ooooo ahhh mmmmm and other such orgasmic nonsense.

A: Awfully quiet. Is one of your hands busy doing something else?
B: Mmmm hurry here.
B: Ummm...no.
A: Well it should be.
B: You want me to cum to you, don't you?
B: Oh I miss you
B: "sip the sea from your skin"
B: oh come NOW, we can light a small blaze on the beach and bury each other in sand as the tide rolls slowly in.
A: Mmmmmm
A: I wish
B: Laze about naked in the moonlight, kiss until we make even the sun come.
A: You're so beautiful. I miss you so much.
A: I love you more than I'll ever be able to put into words.
B: y yo, tu, mi amor, mi corazon de la mer
B: Mi vida esta bonita con tu, mi amor
B: "mi paraiso en mi vida y mi muerte"
A: Je veux t'embrasser sous les étoiles, avec la lune regardant au-dessus de nous
A: La mer molle et silencieuse à nos pieds
A: Main dans la main, joue à la joue
A: Moi et toi, tout seul dans la nuit
A: Amoureux au delà de temps
A: Veuillez m'adorer pour toujours
A: Car je vous adorerai
A: Je m'ennuie de vous, mon chèri
B: Dire non plus. Je vous aime.
B: Je vous tremperai la mer + lèche l'eau de votre chair. Je vous embrasserai sur la bouche. Je vous embrasserai entre vos cuisses. J'embrasserai vos pieds. Je sucerai l'océan de vos orteils. Je vous aimerai. Je vous aimerai. Je vous aimerai. Je vous aime.
A: Mon corps tremble à vos mots. J'ai besoin de vous ici.
B: mmmm
B: I liked that.
A: moi aussi. I am experiencing some salt water, but it is not from the ocean right now.
B: "Don't fret precious I'm here"
A: But nowhere near close enough
B: No, I suppose not. Imagine me as I imagine you.
A: Oh I do, I do

"I wish the world was flat like the old days. Then I could travel just by folding a map"

"She follows me down to the sound of the sea, slips to the sand and stares up at me. 'Is this how it happens? Is this how it feels? Is this how a star falls?' The night turns as I try to explain irresistable attraction and orbital plane. 'Or maybe it's more like a moth to a flame?' She brushes my face with her smile. 'Forget about stars for a while...' as she melts..."

B: You should sleep, lover.
A: I know. I'm not tired yet, though.
A: I feel alive for once.
B: How's that? Or can you explain it?
A: I don't know. "Talking" to you tonight was amazing. I don't think I've felt this excited about us since I first met you. I feel refreshed.
A: It makes me miss you even more though.
B: Herr Doktor concurs.
A: Okay, I really should sleep now.
A: Je t'aime, mon amour. Bonne nuit.