The Curse of Fruit and Yogurt

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

My God – Smallest Child, you must start eating more than fruit and yogurt. The resulting aftermath is more than I can Handle – 3 barrages today, with consistancy varietions from soup to peanut butter. And please don’t make me tell you how bad it smells! I’d rather kick a skunk right in the scent gland.

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Randomly overheard….

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

Strange things heard around Chez Tattooed Psycho this morning:
“I have a favor, and my cemetary is in my mouth.” – Rose (playing at being sick…)

“that’s so the kitties won’t eat Lilah…” TD completely mishearing Psycho-Momia.

TD: “Rose….”
Rose: “I want you to stop calling me that!!!!!”

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Gothic Rhapsody

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

Gothic Rhapsody: \”Gothic Rhapsody Newsgroups: alt.guitar Subject: Bohemian Rhapsody goes Goth Is this the goth life – Is this normality – Caught in a corset – No escape from this apathy- Eyeline your eyes Get rid of your thighs and frooooown – I’m just a goth boy, I need your Ennui – Because I bleakly come, bleakly go, Sometimes high, Always low, Anyway my hair blows, doesn’t really matter to me, – to me -, Mama, just bought a cloak, Just walked into a goth shop, and don’t think I’ll ever stop, Mama, I used to look so nice, But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away – Mama, ooo, Didn’t mean to make you cry – I just think that this look it sort of suits me – I’m a goth I’m a goth…..it doesn’t really matter….. Too late, My lipstick’s on, Sends shivers down your spine – but I promise mum I’m fine, Goodbye everybody – I’ve got to go – Gotta leave you all behind and dye my hair – Mama, ooo – I don’t want to die, I know it looks that way given the coffin – and the bats and the skull but it really doesn’t matter….. I drew a little stiletto sticking in a man, Nephilim Nephilim now I’m listening to the Sisters Thunderbolt and lightning really are exciting me – Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman Neil Gaiman Robertsmith Marilyn Manso-o-o-o-o-o-n – But I’m just a Goth boy and nobody loves me – He’s just a Goth boy – Pity his family family – Did you see his hair its a monstrosity – Easy come easy go -, will you let me goth – Hell fuck that No -, we will not let you goth – let him goth Hell fuck that – We will not let you goth – let him goth Hell fuck that – We will not let you goth – let him goth Will not let you goth – let me goth Will not let you goth – let me goth Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth, Gotho – Mama mia mama mia, mama mia let me goth – Beelzebub comes drinking down the pub with meee, with me , with me – So you think you can take contacts out of my eye – So you think you can just wash out all the black dyyye – Oh Baby – I happen to have a small one up two down flat reserved especially for me and my cat Tabitha in Hades – Just gotta get out – just gotta get right outta here – Black clothes really flatter, Anyone can see, Black clothes really flatter -, Black clothes really look damn fine ooooon meeeee,Anyway my hair blows…\”

(Via .)

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