(e:pyrcedgrrl) sent me a link to this video, and since she hasn't been around estrip much lately, I'm snagging it and putting it here. I think its kinda neat-disturbing-fascinating. No surprises really, but a reminder that there is a lot of work that goes into the final "product".

seeing (e:paul) 's comment in the chat that the tops news story states, "Bush's bottom breached: Cheney takes top position"
reminded me that I needed to share this with you. gave me a really good chuckle..

Comedic dreams

The details are fuzzy, but there is one clear scene in my dream sequence that I remember and it really cracks me up. Normally I would awake in terror and tears if I dreamt about being married. This dream left me in a fit of giggles. Emotional progress, I suppose? So the elements were bizarre, as with most dreams. My husband *cough*, was Tom Cruise (hey, I have no idea where this was coming from!) and resembled more of a younger Brad Pitt (damn, this is sounding so cliché), the dream had been going on for awhile (fuzzy) and at some point we ended up at a very busy and loud art gallery. The pieces of work were interactive, contributing to the hustle of the room. We were walking around together when Tom took a phone call and wandered off to find a quieter part of the room, about fifteen feet away, with view, sitting on a block along a wall to my right. I then proceeded to join my friends, Dana and Kate. (the latter, I don't actually know in real life) We sat on a bench along a partial wall to view a tv screen mounted on a main wall just a couple of feet in front of us (I wish I remember what we were looking at). Kate was to my left and Dana on the other side of her. Dana and I chatted, with Kate interjecting short comments occasionally. My attention was broken from them when I heard my name- I looked over and it was Tom, still on the phone where I left him, and although he called out to me, he returned to the conversation, and I could hear, "my wife carey..". Un phased, I turned my attention back to my friends. Dana was chatty and Kate sat with her arms crossed looking and acting peeved. Her comments became shorter, "you just love that don't you" with a bit of a sneer, (and some other comments that I don't recall, but were in line with that one). I was completely confused by her words (we hadn't seen each other in a few years according to my dream) and calmly declared that, "I heard my name, why wouldn't I look?".

Skip to after the event. Dana and I were trying to figure out what was wrong with Kate. Then it dawned on me that, "oh shit, that is Toms ex". (why oh WHY did my dream take this form?), I guess she was feeling rather scorned. So that part of the discussion dropped. We continued to chat about stuff, and apparently Tom and I hadn't been married for long because I said, "the Scientology thing hasn't come up. If it does, just check on me once in awhile to make sure my eyes aren't all glazed over"-followed by an impression- eyes rolled back, half closed, acting zombie like.

We cracked up over this..

More or less, end of dream.

I had plenty of other dreams, really good ones, yet I don't recall enough to say so.. yet THIS I do?! The thing is, I don't follow any celebrity crap, other than what is mentioned on (e:strip).. so who infected my brain with this? Hmmmmm?

Then humorously, ironically, I woke to a message blinking on my laptop, "marry me beautiful", somehow I think he's serious. Anyway, none of this has been on my mind, but wtf was that all about? heh

And now for Adventures in Spam Mail..

Before it was a slew of "you are sole heir to a ton of money" sort of SPAM, then a bunch of SPAM with subject line beginning with "re: blah blah blah"m trying to look real now its moved on to:

You received a greeting card from a colleage
You received a greeting card from a school mate
You received a greeting card from a partner
You received a greeting card from a classmate
You received a greeting card from a family member
You received a greeting card from a worshiper
You received a greeting card from a friend

some say, "e-card", many have different sender names, but it appears to be all the same. Not sure where it would go and I am not opening it. The first time one came through, I wasn't sure what it was, as I am sent ecards regularly, but they always say who its from- not a general, "from a friend". But I'm sure that will be next in the spam bag of tricks...

Jeffree Star will be in Buffalo at Warped Tour, August 10th.

Half super bitch and half mega cunt. He is a self admitted boyfriend thief and makeup addict, he is a photo junkie and designer clothes slut,..

-snagged from profile


go here for some fun. Listen to the lyrics to "Eyelash Curlers" and "Plastic Surgery Remix" --->




"Plastic Surgery Slumber Party"video:


"Glamour"


pictorial montage to Plastic Surgery Slumber Party




Haha, most fun I've had since, Kelly Likes Shoes!
"Shoes"

No matter how its said, it isn't easy

I think as I write this, (e:ladycroft) is still in flight from London to Doha. Hope the compression socks are helping! And they thought you had cocaine? Oy!



Well, yesterday morning began with an early surprise visit, hours before take-off.. *sigh* --tears all around.





very empty room



her life stashed in just a few bags



forget the travel gnome, its a travel voodoo doll!!



loading up, view from room..


great bear hug


driving away, heading toward a new adventure.. (mix of sad and happy, for sure)



best wishes!!!