Last Stripper Standing

Hey guys! Once again, I'm here at the library. Just a few updates.

Not much new in my life. Honestly, though, it is rather tough.


Since my father is unemployed he has taken over everything my mom used to do. So nothing really feels clean as it used to be, and the food isn't as good, and I honestly hate to say it, but I miss the days Dad came home and bitched about everything. Nowadays, it is just silence with some outbursts of how good the food is. And it sounds so damn stupid. I cannot get through a dinner without feeling the need to stab myself in the leg with a fork.

And something the other day, really pissed me off. I could barely resisted setting this trailer on fire. As a poor as fuck folk, my mother invented hand-me-ups. So, all of my immediate family (my father, mother, brother, and sister) all have at least one old garment of mine. This causes a lot of trouble with laundry, even worse when my brother comes to stay.

I had a cute shirt. It was black with a Boo from Mario and "BOO!" written above it. I wore it a week or few ago, I think. Anyways, I noticed that despite having gone through a few loads of laundry, the boo shirt hadn't made its way back into my dresser. Noticing this, I felt a growing anger. Because I know when clothing mysteriously disappears, it is going to someone else's dresser. So, when my father went to go pick up my mom Monday, I decided to dig around their room. I found the shirt, just sitting on top of the vanity dresser. Just fucking sitting there. Not even hidden.

I know I didn't where that shirt as often as my other shirts, but my mom took it without asking. She didn't even fucking bother. She didn't even tell me. The shirt was just removed from my inventory without my knowledge.

Yes, I really wanted to burn down the house. Mainly because, I do not really see them as my parents much anymore. Just two annoying roommates, who happened to give birth to me. Though my tolerance for my father has risen, it is not by much. My mother is still horrible and I don't really know what to say about her. It isn't that I do not know what to say about her, I just have way too much to say.

My most recent fantasy, is me running away to Atlanta to become an actor. Though my main problem is that I'm not sure if I pack away all of my important things. I think I can. Though I am not sure if I can easily run away. Despite the fact I due hate my parents currently, and I'm close to a mental breakdown sometimes and I want a day of reckoning for my parents, where I tell them every single thing wrong with them, and top it all off with telling them I am a homosexual, and I enjoy crossdressing.


I'm putting in more job applications today. I'm reapplying for Goody's, and applying for Panera Bread and Starbucks, and maybe a few other places. I may also submit my lyrics to some places, though I may resist, since I have no money, and when I submitted my lyrics to Paramount, they sent back a contract that just asked for me to spend money. I have a feeling I could've just sent in "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and replaced every instance of the word star with the word fuck, and they would've sent me a contract.


I'm hoping my life gets better, just a little bit. I'm thinking about giving up on getting a decent job I want and accepting the fact I may have to apply for a fast food job.

But art updates.

By the time I have far more stable internet, I will have a lot of stuff.

Throne of Lips will definately be finished.
Dreampunk and Miss Congeniality may be finished.
1-5 new albums may be finished. Though the only ones I know may be finished will TRASHPOP, Bad News, and an album currently working under the name of "That Boy is Dead".
I will probably have at least sixty drawings, which will be uploaded in chronological order.
Insatiable Anorexia will have at least one more chapter done. At most? Maybe quite a few.
A few short stories may or may not be done.
Like millions of photographs.
At least one poem.
Maybe the start of a few other long lasting prose series.


Hope to see you guys soon. Have a happy Halloween guys.

Also, if you have any interest, my local news station, WJHL/Channel 11, is doing a story call Last Stripper Standing around 6PM eastern time. I think with how streaming is an all  that crap, anyone can view.

Just a spoiler alert: I'm the last stripper standing. I'm a hot blond named Chestnut Praline Latte.

Ciao for now.