I feel like an intelligent version of that hideous mutant horse from "Sex and the City" right now, writing something so womanish. But despite all of that, its true. No one falls in love anymore. I've noticed it over the past few years, and not through any one person or observation. There are a few of us (and its not limited to gender). The precious few who still have faith in that sort of thing and who listen to the inner voices that everyone else has silenced with fear, reservation, doubt and paranoia. People are so ready to fall into bed, but not love these days. You can put out on the first date but god forbid you fall for someone. How the taboos have changed. Its so easy for people to hate love. To fear and deny something so beautiful and pure and perfect is a travesty. The reason we have stupid, cheesy, horrible chick flicks is because at some point in time, people still fell head over heels in love, and all writers are told to write what they know. The days of our grandparents are gone, but they shouldn't be. Maybe my heart is too old fashioned for today. Maybe I really was meant to be born 50 years before I popped out. Love isn't wrong. It isn't scary. And I feel sorry for anyone who closes their heart.

Where the fuck has etiquette and social grace gone? Why is it suddenly acceptable to abandon all forms of manners and common decency? If you walk into a tattoo shop (or business of any sort) and are greeted with "hello" or "may I help you with anything" or any other common greetings the employees would give you, you respond with "hello", "yes, I'm looking for____" or "no, I'm just browsing" or something of the like. You do NOT simply ignore them or respond by demanding, commanding or barking orders at them. You do not whistle to get their attention. You do not continue to talk on your cell phone while they are trying to assist you. Never proclaim to the people you came there with that you can "get it cheaper somewhere else" or that you're "going to such and such a shop instead." And when an employee of a tattoo/ piercing shop tells you that they cannot pierce or tattoo your son or daughter because they aren't old enough or because you don't have the proper ID for them, they're not trying to be difficult. They're simply protecting your child and themselves.
When you are out at a restaurant or anywhere else, you do NOT point and stare at or talk loudly about people at surrounding tables. You do NOT interrupt their meal or conversation to ask if their tattoos or piercings hurt. You especially do NOT touch them or start showing them your tattoos and piercings. Don't start comparing them to whatever television shows you watch or assuming that they want to hear anything about what you want to get done and why.
If you see someone with tattoos and piercings, you do not criticize them and ask them "why they would do that to themselves" or call them crazy or say that you'd never "do that to yourself." And don't tell them that they "must really like pain" or ask "what their parents think about it." Their choices are THEIRS and have NOTHING to do with you or anyone else.
Keep your religious and "moral" opinions to yourself as well. No one cares if YOU think they're disgracing whatever god YOU believe in or if YOU believe they're going to hell. They're just tattoos and piercings, not symbols of how many babies they've killed or women they've raped or houses they've burned down or cars they've stolen. Ninety-nine times out of one hundred, they're just people trying to live their lives. There are freaks and criminals everywhere, and most of them don't have markings.
We know that we look different. We know that most people don't understand everything or anything about tattoos and piercings. That doesn't mean anyone has the right to bother us and harass us when we're out with our friends and families or treat us poorly at our jobs or anywhere else. Fuck you.

There is no reason for most people to exist. And I don't want to hear about everyone having a purpose or being part of a greater whole or some ineffable plan. Fuck you and fuck that. Productivity is key. If you're not being productive in some way that will benefit others, yourself or the world as a whole, then you should be removed. Its that bloody simple. People need to learn to do shit on their own and take personal responsibility for their actions, inactions and flaws.

I don't want to hear about violent criminals, drug dealers, gang members, lazy, ignorant welfare recipients and other dregs of society being "products of their environments" or any other cop-out bullshit like that. Education is available to everyone, regardless of what schools you attend. And the lower you start out, the more opportunities you have to adavnce. In a country where literally ANYONE can become president, its inexcusable for any citizen to not prosper and have a career and a decent education. And if someone chooses to not take full advantage of educational and career based opportunities, then they should NOT be rewarded for their laziness and criminal behavior with state funds and welfare and the allowances that our government gives them for being worthless pieces of shit.

You can't feed your kids? Then don't fucking have any or start buying food instead of drugs and booze and getting your hair done. You don't need to wear brand new Nikes, you need to buy some milk and bread.

Finish school. Speak, dress and conduct yourselves as human beings instead of slovenly, ignorant, "proud-to-be-poor-and-stupid" assholes.

People fucking disgust me. I'd love to know how anyone can look around and be content with and approve of such squalor and criminality. There's always a way out.

Learn to read, you tools.

There's countless people who have made it out of shitty neighborhoods and ghettos and poverty-stricken upbringings. There's no reason and no excuses for not being able to.

And for everyone who won't try and is glorifying that bullshit ghetto existence? Get rid of them. Every other society and civilization in the history of humankind has operated in that fashion. One scumbag can drag down ten hard working, educated citizens. There is no room for dead weight, so why should we allow for such behavior? Produce or die.

I'm serious. I'm going to be staging a zombie attack in the next couple of months and I need as many zombies and crowd participants as possible. I'll be doing the make up and we'll be invading a town nearby. I'll be planting people in the crowd and sending the zombies out. It will be on a nice weekend day in a very unsuspectng, unprepared town. Let me know if you're down to participate as either a zombie or a crowd member who gets to fight the zombies and get the unsuspecting and uninformed citizens all riled up. More details later.

Sex and the City. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Oprah. Danielle Steele. Feminists. Rachel Ray. The Lifetime Network. The list goes on.

Every time I see some hairy, hippie, femi-nazi in birkenstocks and no make-up... I just want to punch them in the face. Seriously. Put on some makeup, do your hair, shave your legs/ armpits/ snatch and look like a woman. But try not to think (there's a term I use loosely) like one.

Stop being illogical, clingy, screeching, shreiking, weepy, jealous whores. Stop. Seriously. Shut your mouth, start being a human being and don't bitch. No one gives a shit about your period. No one cares about anything you have to whine about. Shut up, learn to cook, give good head and just smile. You don't have to be a mindless, obediant drone, but knowing how to cook for your man and take care of him is fucking important. Be well read and inteligent and all that. But shut the fuck up about "womens rights" and "equality" and all sorts of shit.

You don't know why men won't open a door for you or bring you flowers? Well maybe if you acted like a woman, you'd be fucking treated like one. Don't be a demanding cunt, don't act like you're too good to give him a back rub and open his beer and then expect him to get down and lick your ass (literally or figuratively).

You know why marriages lasted so long back in the day? Men and women knew their parts in a relationship. You know why men were so much more inclined to be romantic and dance with you and *gasp* get down on one knee and propose BEFORE you were 35? Because they knew a good woman when they saw one. Learn from your grandmother. Cook, clean, dress well and you might be able to stop watching the fucking Lifetime Channel and eating tubs of ice cream when you're depressed that no man wants you in your generic "I'm a whore" witty saying t-shirt and your hair thrown up in a nasty, messy side pony-tail. Take off the sweatpants (they're not cute), and wipe that fucking scowl off your face. Smile, and DON'T BE A CUNT.

A pair of thigh highs, a garter belt, nice 3 inch spike heels, a just-above-the-knee skirt and properly applied make up and you'll be a better person. Be able to hold a conversation about SOMETHING he enjoys... and believe me, he hates oprah, he hates rachel ray and he really doesn't think that the WNBA counts as sports.

I hate women. Fucking USE what god gave you to do what you want and lead a better life.

Oh, and if a dude hits you and you don't: A) hit him back B) leave or C) hit him back and leave...
Then you deserve to get beaten, you silly whore. There's always a way out, stupid.

I really am ashamed of my gender.

Look. To each and every handsy motherfucking stranger out there who feels the need to touch my tattoos, the plugs/ tunnels in my ears, or just me in general: STOP. Just stop. When did it become okay to touch strangers?

Don't touch my tattoos to "see" them. Don't grab at me when I'm piercing you. Don't touch my arm or back or hand when you're talking to me. Don't try to hug me. Don't stand so fucking close to me when we're speaking. And for the love of god, when I back up because I don't want to be touched, DO NOT follow me.

There's a VERY short list of people who are allowed to touch me, and they all know exactly who they are. For christs fucking sakes... even my own mother knows I have an issue with being touched.

I can't stand you filthy fucking germ bags putting your dirty fucking dick beaters on me. I don't know you, I don't like you, DON'T TOUCH ME. I have a serious fucking problem with being touched and I have NO qualms about hitting someone with the first thing I can get my hands .. touching strangers. Seriously. Its fucking creepy and disgusting.

Knock that shit off.

So here's the timeline of events that led me to be this fucking angry:
4:30pm yesterday- began my long, hot, annoying journey to hawthorne to get pierced

5:45pm yesterday- filled out paperwork and paid a ridiculous (and mandatory) price for jewelry and aftercare supplies I don't even need

6pm yesterday- got my medusa pierced

6:15pm yesterday- noticed how crooked and off center is was

12:30pm today- took that shit out of my face

Fuck crooked piercings. Fuck piercers that don't even try.

If you've been piercing for like 20 years, you own your own shop and call yourself a "master piercer," it stands to reason that you should be good at what you do. When you're going to pierce someone (especially a fellow piercer) and its going to be filmed for an instructional video, you might want to put some fucking effort into it and make sure its done well.

Is there no standard anymore?

So fuck any of you motherfuckers who think that its okay to fuck up because you've been in the game for awhile. Its not. Fix your shit and recognize the fact that the new generation is here. We're not fucking around.

NJBM is here. The coup is coming. Think hostile takeover. Think soon.

Flow and rhyme and reason in time lost in the shuffle but standing out in the crowd bright colors white surface sun hits the right angle light reflects off with fever and glare from points of interest and dedicated care a swirl of hues and shades placed deep enough to stick but shallow enough to show although there's nothing shallow about this this art this choice this power this love this way badges of honor noble penetration and wordless expression the creators have no need for explanation fuck what you heard what you saw what you think you learned you can't get there from here but you can try this is my path my world my pride I am modified

I hustle and I flow with the big boys not afraid to run like that not afraid to show you the door you can walk through or get thrown through the choice is yours the choice is there I don't need no education I don't need your thought control I'm teaching this class I'm the one with the nouns and verbs and sentence structure like mortar and bricks walling you in and stealing your air so I can rhyme for a few more minutes do you hear that shit do you feel my words pass over you in waves the sea is rough today indeed choppy water and stinging salt mist it gets in your eyes is that the excuse you're using as to why you're crying or will you 'fess up and tell the truth the whole truth or everything but the truth you have some decisions to make you can save yourself and play the giver or you can take and take choose the former or choose the latter at this point in the game does it really matter what you do better late than never is for fools and in my world you have to play by my rules

T-sharp may not be a note but I know I make a sound when I hit the ground even if there's no one around to hear it when I fall full force full fledged full of something I know my mother always said she shoulda coulda woulda but never did so I took the reigns and I will make it rain but not what you're thinking with that mind in the gutter I'm just a little girl in this womans body so back up back off and step down for a second let me catch your breath and my own I know I can do it all at once I can multi task and make it look good and convince you all that I have things under controll when I'm so over the top that I'm in danger of falling off this ledge in this precarious perch I'm in in this situation this dream its recurring its revolving its intense and I can't get enough because its you I'm staring at I'm so weak in the knees and so strong in my heart don't drop the ball don't fuck it up don't miss a beat its a good start we can go from start to finish and pass go again for two hundred dollars and a chance to begin