Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Hrmmm Vat To Say, Vat To Tell???


So its been a while since I have last decided to abuse this thing by neglecting it. So here goes some mind vomit for your asses. Denver has been rather difficult, but not totally in a negative way. I have come to discover through the inevitable and non-stoppable growth of myself, that I have out-grown many types of relationships that perhaps I used to covet. I have finally figured out I have been neglecting all of my pain because I have made myself responsible for others' pain whether they have expected me to or not. And now though I still feel that I am a caring individual, my shift in clarity and boundaries has left many people unsettled with my bluntness or refusal to get dragged into bullshit. So I have lost a lot of "BEST FRIENDS". "LOVERS", "FAMILY", and everything in between. But in that process I have learned to realize those whom I truly love and who truly love me. Though the number is smaller and maybe my social popularity has significantly downsized , I'd rather be surrounded with genuine quality rather than quantity.

Finding work has been hard, my life style feels healthy and constructive, though maybe not in the denominational sense. I have been willing to let most elements of my life go in order to find where I fit. Not to say I have found my way yet , and not to say this hasn't been maybe the hardest struggle with my life thus far...but I feel a confidence, beautiful sadness, and complete joy and openness to embrace this vulnerability. I have a huge ability to block everything out, so the conscious effort to do the opposite will be an experience I will never regret no matter how sour shit will get, though I feel it couldn't get much more sour than what I've been through before.

For now I am working up at the Renaissance Festival, selling beautiful schwag, spending the summer centering myself, so that I can embrace new opportunities and maybe , just maybe traveling possibilities. I plan to be getting back to my art in a way to process all of the emotion I never knew I had so easily disregarded or better worded avoided. And so, I guess that is where I am at now. Though fear has stopped me before, I will no longer let it control my journey or the lack of one I would have if I continued to let it*

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Guess What

I am still not dead yet. K.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The DQ is Where it's at so they say in Palestine

Yes that's right folks. I am in the Butt Fuck of the USA and the only place to get wifi is at the Dairy Queen, so I have been sitting here for 2 hours with 31 cent coffee counting mullets and beer bellies. It might sounds as if I view this as a negative experience, but quite the opposite. Much time for myself and focusing and simplifying my life. Last night I had the best dream ever, Lemmy from Motorhead was my favorite uncle and he was dressed like Colonel Sanders and was giving me piggyback rides, how could that suck? Plus I have been exploring some rad abandoned towns and buildings, and example above or below wherever they decide to put it on this shit. I will update better'n shit when I get back to the homestead.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009


It hath come to my attention by lovely Miss E that I have been severely neglecting my blogging duties. Well heavens to fucking Betsey Johnson, let me make it right. I have been back in Denver for almost 3 weeks I think, being a bit too social, wearing a little too much black, and not painting nearly enough. But I am focussing again, though I have many stories to re-tell, how bout I tell one a day.

I will start with last night:

Once upon a time there were two girls minding their own beezwax taking vanilla bubble baths, watching documentaries on killer bees, and eating way too many strawberries, when both of their cell phones blow up with text messages at a much too late hour to be sober callers. Who was it but their two severly dysfunctional but at times entertaining friends, Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dum. Apparently Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dumb Ass had gotten themselves in a bit of trouble with the po po and seemed to be disoriented and in some way thought we could help. Which was not made very clear by the text messages they sent. Usually when someone needs actual serious help, they pick up the phone and CALL SOMEONE IN PERSON AND LET THEM KNOW WTF IS GOING ON. But no these two lovely human beings decided the best way to express their feelings was to call us bad people and cunting whores and the like...So fast forward to today, thest two girls are buying two douche bags and taping them to Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dums front door so they might not be lonely and have little versions of themselves.. just like in Coraline.


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Whaaa Happoned?

Wanna know the real reason girls wear bright red lipstick? So boys will stay the fuck away from our faces, and only admire from afar. I plan on wearing a lot mind you.

Thursday, January 15, 2009


Are you jaded? Well you should be. It's not rocket science like my dear wannabe friend Dr. Laura states.Didn't your daddy ever tell you? Men are simplistic pigs. This is nothing new to hear. And if you don't believe me, just introduce Bro #1 to grain alcohol #2 and see what sort of genius is born from the depths of the universe. No it doesn't matter how beautiful, talented, or deep you are... They could really care less. It might be intriguing at first but only because it might present some sort of challenge. I pray to God I never have a daughter.. my dear parents , it's no wonder they aren't in straight jackets, it's one thing to have a daughter let alone one that might be relatively good looking. Anyways, my point is, men, all they want to do is sperminate the universe in as many different and creative ways as they can drum up. So if you always keep this in the back of your mind perhaps things will be easier for you my dears. Does this mean you have to hate men? No. For instance Santa Claus can bring me a 6 foot 2 ripped but not too ripped fire man any day. I am just saying lets not fool ourselves, this is not Days of Our Lives, and the motivations behind most things are purely simple in nature. I also hope you enjoy my illustrative yet not well embedded slide show Rock out with your cock out. Thank you and good day. And further more if you liked it, you should have put a ring on it BIOTCH!!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

One Mississippi

So tomorrow is my last day of work,unfortunately, which means one less pay check than I was hoping for. However, I am sick & tired of ghetto ass shit heads being dis-respectful and shitty. Yes I know I work retail, and for the most part, I actually enjoy helping people but more often than not,especially around here people seem to be some hardcore motherfuckers. Oh well what doesn't kill us sure gives us a nice excuse to bitch about something.

I tried watching Pineapple Express last night. HOLY SHITFLICK... Even stoned, this stoner movie sucks 100% scrotum!

Drug myself out o bed early today to catch the morning fog for my jog, that paired with some four tet and brand new makes for a nice Sara Buck allowed-only island. It's a pretty great island if I do say so myself, but you'll never get to go there, so sucks to be you:)

13 days and counting

Monday, January 5, 2009

So I was...

watching vh1 premiere of rock of love 3 on the road last night. and as much as anyone is entertained by drunken sloppy bitches fighting, i found myself actually physically cringing and covering my head with the blanket. i almost cried from fear knowing that there's so much drunken bleach blond fury in the world. this show took it to the next level man. hilarious, yes, disturbing, more so. should you watch it? maybe,... but i think i'm boycotting television for the time being. these girls are mean and dumb as fuck. they should be downright ashamed of themselves. and i just burnt my toast bitching about them.... lord, keep me away from a world such as that.

the end.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Spent all day with Sarah Dope and Miss E nerding out on laptops. Updating new DeviantArt account under the name, yes you guessed it.. BunnyBandita... Much to remember as I have not been on this thing since 1982. Got to start posting full res pics for print purposes.... Slowly planning out my move to Denver and spying on neighborhood gay boys, wanting to compare dogs and scarf collections. The End.

Thursday, January 1, 2009