Month: March 2015

Underage Red

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I’m going to go on a new segment and I’m not sure where I am going with it quite yet.

“This is why we can’t have nice things”

So, fashion. I have my own ideas on fashion and don’t exactly interplay well with the “norms” of fashionable ideas. I like to push the envelope and mix things up and occasionally down-right terrify people with eccentricity. I wear my boots over my knees, my skirts to the floor and pair it with shirts that I rescued from the landfill. Everything deserves a second chance at life!

Kat Von D put out her newest line of lipstick and is getting some serious backlash from consumers for her naming choices. She refuses to apologize! Good for her! She has no need. Her reasoning is incredibly poetic!

She won’t back down; she won’t change the name. She has all of my support! Her lipstick “underage red” should continue to be named that! She is pointing a light at what it means to be young; not degrading women and promoting underage promiscuity nor any of that invoked thoughts of the term “underage”.

“Underage Red” is not a girly, pink shade. It is not a sophisticated, deep red either. It is an unapologetic, bold red. To me, “Underage Red” is feminine rebellion. -Kat Von D

The reason we cannot ever have nice things is because people read into things way too much. Instead of invoking memories of when we were all underage there is an invocation of glorifying underage “adult” behavior.


Kat Von D defends ‘Underage Red’ lipstick: ‘I will never apologize’

UNDERAGE RED.I have never expected everyone to understand or see things the way that I do. With that being said, I…

Posted by Kat Von D on Thursday, March 19, 2015


And now, I’m attempting to make lipstick.



What a Beautiful Troll!

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I’ve been ragging on the public officials a lot lately. I hate the excuse that they are “just doing their jobs”. But, in reality, they are! They hate their job just as much as we hate ours. Going through the troll booth the other day I met an old woman who actually made me feel bad about handing her a handful of the most meaningless round things in existence; yes, I handed her a handful of pennies!

She didn’t care, though. She struck up a conversation with me, even though it was so busy. She complimented my brand new hair cut and dye job, which really surprised me because it’s edgy and she was elderly. She didn’t even bother to count out the change, she smiled and dropped it in her drawer, “Who cares?” she said with a smile, “It’s all spendable!”

And as I drove away from the building hindering my travel, I felt good about my encounter and good about my new haircut! She was sweet and kind. It sucks that she extorts us in the most trivial way, but, that doesn’t make HER a bad person. She’s just trying to make ends meet like the rest of us. Uneducated in the ways in which they are killing our liberties, like most people they just don’t know of any other way to live. Trolls are people too.

I think that old woman manipulated me to stop my saga of the Troll.

peAce, lOve, & anArchy




Who builds the roads anyway?

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At this point, it is obvious that I have a serious obsession vendetta against these roads. When faced with the dilemma of what we would do as a society without government the biggest question for the people who haven’t thought about it is “but; who will build the roads?”


Who the fuck builds these god forsaken roads now?

My whole life I have loathed the roads. They are never maintained and nobody seems to be held accountable for them. Your shocks are bad… can’t be our beloved roads being ill-maintained. Nope! Oh dear… Your tire is flat… you rim is bent… you missed work? Can’t the the fault of the pothole you hit on your way in; Oh no! it’s not the roads fault! You should drive more carefully. A pothole couldn’t possibly do that much damage. Whatever you do:


I grew up in a small town, the question for me was NEVER “who will build them” it was always “who builds these?” It got to the point where we, the town dwellers, just mapped out where these pot holes were and avoided them; mental maps of the best times of the year to use which roads. Remembering where each divot and bump, snow heave and crater was; knowing when to turn the wheel to skate between them. Driving is an art; and oh man, did we master it!

Now, I’m going to educate you on these stupid roads. I’m so angry I’m not even going to immerse you into the fantasy world I created. I don’t care to.

This is real life!

The roads are not built by the ruling class; they don’t like to get their hands dirty. Roads are built by independent contractors hired by the government because they think we’re too stupid to hire somebody to maintain the roads. Also, if you were to attempt to “fix” any problem with the roads you would think that you would get some compensation or a pat on the back from daddy government. You don’t. In some cases you can be fined for interfering.

They like to make life more complicated for you and fill their pockets. Remember, we’re all the red-headed step children (I assume no 1%er will find their way to my blog).

It would be possible to independently own and maintain roads without the stepping stone of daddy. But, I get it. Being blamed for what happens when the roads break your car is much easier than saying “Hey asshole! What gives? You’re just going to let the roads deteriorate beneath our vehicles?”

I just… No.~Poe out!


Spring Fever

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It feels like Spring today; what a wonderful feeling! The sun is out and those big bulky jackets and boots can stay in the car for all we care. It’s a perfect day to roam the streets and see all the people enjoying this beautiful day! Of course, it’s very important to buy those tickets today, because the trolls are also roaming the streets making sure we all pay the smaller fee and giving love notes when you lose track of time.

I only have a half hour.

Today I’m going to bitch about; drum roll please….


So you’re walking the street enjoying the sunshine, your only concern is getting hit by a car. However, you’re a responsible human and you are accustomed to being in proximity to these quick moving giants with other humans in their bellies. You understand that the side walk is the safest place to interact with these giants and that walking where they travel can be hazardous to your health. You know that the trolls paint the stones as a safer way to cross the roads and for the chickens they give you ducks.


All the traffic has stopped, the painted lines are safe for you and your feet to proceed across. All the giants, teleportation machines and the humans from within have been stopped so that you can not look left and right. Great for busy intersections, but down right comical when nobody is in sight to cross. Everyone, just hit the button and walk anyway. Don’t wait for the quacking. Be an inconsiderate prick and hinder movement when completely unnecessary. This is why we can’t have nice things.

Don’t those ducks sound so purrttty?