My son Cash Russell, is finally here! He is my north star. In love in an unbelievable way. Check out pics in my albums

Last night my husband and I shot our first horror movie, It Ate His Face. It went like a dream. So many friends showed up to help, and we didn't finish early!! It was close to 8am when the last car drove off. Ara wrote and directed it, and is still finishing the script. I'm helping him with it, when he asks ;), and on special FX duty. Which I am so stoked about. I love blood and guts and monsters!!!!!!!!!!! It was a speechless moment on my end when I took a look at my 3 foot monster, and took in that this was MY OWN CREATION!!! He went from an idea in my head to a tangible object. A dream come true. Even the stress of not mixing the gypsum right or the silicone coming out too thin was exhilarating. I am just grateful to be surrounded by intelligent, passionate, and driven people. Thank you to everyone that helped this "after school program" project happen. It belongs to us all. Aramis, Matty Holder, Enzo, Sly, Keshia (for bringing the light), Dave, Gianna Lynn, Rocco Reed, Nikki Rhodes, Mariano, Jesse, and Rob. Thank you.

Ok, Well I didn't get "Stevie Wondered" yesterday, or lately for that matter (too bad though), however a girl I know named Presely Maddox did. I may be spelling her last name wrong, but with such a genius catch phrase, I'm not too worried about grammatical errors. I was doing her makeup for my dear friend Billy Watson's website, www.TheDickSuckers.com and we are talkings dogs, and mutual friends and being, as she so poetically puts it, "Stevie Wondered".

For those not so quick as yours truly (ha, right!) being Stevie Wondered is a synonym for being blinded-by cum. My personal thoughts, hilarious and genius. "A person is not born a genius or normal. he becomes one or the other, according to the accidents of his history and to his own reaction to these accidents. I maintain that genius is....an outlet that a child discovers while he is suffocating"- Jean-Paul Sartre, Saint Genet

Her scene was smoking hot too, I might add. A girl getting off the entire time who just happened to have a little cock in her mouth. Her faced was glazed in spooge and the pretty girl ended her scene by saying, "I can't opened my eyes, I got Stevie Wondered"! Beautiful.

To anyone that saw us in Vegas, I'm not fat you assholes, I'm Pregnant!
So Ms Paloma and Mr Pistol got hitched and are actually having a real, live baby. We are so very excited to be bringing the coolest kid that anyone on Earth will have ever met to our world on August 5th, 2008. We are expecting tons and tons of support and if anyone has a single nasty word to send our way, we will be stabbing you in your vampiric heart with a piece of our white picket fence. So go take a bath with your toaster now and don't forget to plug in!! To everyone else, this is the official announcement!!! More updates and swollen pictures to come. So much love and gratitude as well as wishes for peace....xoxoxoxo ..

So I went back to feature dance at the Crazy Horse in San Francisco.  Had a pretty tough act to follow, last time we ended it all with me being fucked in the ass by a baseball bat.  So on my long drive up from LA, I pondered and pondered away(seeing that I AM the biggest procrastinator I know).  What to follow that with?  Hmm.  Well, some of my favorite movie and photographic footage was from a clockwork orange set I did almost two years ago.  Perfect.  That will be theme.  I am now in my hotel room sewing rubber eyeballs coated in fake blood onto the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, as Alex had in A Clockwork Orange, listening to the soundtrack (almost all Beethoven) arranging some sort of set in my head and it hits me.  A milk enema!!!!  GENIUS.  Performed onstage.  Preferably on somebody.  Okay, now things are falling into place.  I start the show off with a knife show (yes, they were real, and oh baby, the steel flicking my clit was good)  and end it with the "manager for a day" auction winner, Zach, being led onstage, horse bit in mouth, leash and collar affixed, and a cheshire cat smile spreading infectously over my face.  I smother him for a minute, and then insert the milk.  Sascha Grey came by to see the show that night, and her devilish laughs kept me going as I spread my cheeks and let the Vitamin D Ass Milk spurt all across Zachs chest.  Ah, what a victory!!!!  My weekend ended with another great night at the Crazy Horse and then some steam blowing with my beautiful friends Cip and Ben.  We went to all of the bars that Cip owns and where Ben bartends, said goodbye to the Pound, and then had another great night of crazy sex.  Karmas a bitch though.  Last time we hung out everyone got hurt.  I'm guesing Cip's shower wasn't too happy about his ventures in LA with Paloma, because it attacked me as I was recieving a shower (come to think of it, maybe it was just jealous because I wasn't being showered by the shower-Ben!).  Got to see one of my favorite people before I headed home, Rob Rotten, he too was one of the sexy bitches out to watch a disgusting show...So I learned a few things this weekend, Cut my nails, Vitamin D works better than Non Fat,  and I am really, really bad at bartending.

So yesterday I wrote this in an email to somebody.  While I originally wrote it off as my typical nonsensical ramblings, I dropped it and continued on with my evening.  Until it was brought up again when I gave my friend Mark a gift.  The gift was the mug that will be described below.  I got it for him because he is always yelling that I talk too damn much.  I told him the story and he and a couple of the girls seemed to like it too... 

"....It reminded me of Starbucks about 30 minutes ago. I'm waiting on my coffee, and I see a cup with the word, "Logorrhea" printed on it. I notice the definition printed below that described it as meaning "excessive talking". It got me thinking about other words ending in "rrhea". Hmmn. Diarrhea. Gonorrhea. Logorrhea. So, shit, disease, and talking, all in amounts too overwhelming too handle, Well, that sounds what I'm all about. So now, Brian, I am on a mission to spread the Giarrhea all over...Help me, please?
kisses, ..."

start spreading the Giarrhea like it's going out of style...(because it will be, very soon)

This is my first attempt to write about my thoughts and obsevations in the asylum which I call my head.  Testing 1  2  3.....Teasting 1  2  3....alright, maybe this blog thing is so bad after all....