It Has Begun!

Christmas was fine, much like Thanksgiving the Family and the Utah Escapists gathered in my living room to consume food and drink while watching dumb cartoons and playing fun video games. Frank brought Jack who I have adopted as my brother because he's adorable, Laura showed up and my much beloved Valerie came over to consume Christmas waffles with me! (Val is currently doing her Masters program at Georgetown and I have not seen her in months!) So I was a happy camper.

We're not big on gift giving in our family so we gave each other some small things and that was that.
Frank did not don the metal gear this time around, he didn't get that crunk.

In other news, I finally get to start collecting LIving Dead Dolls! Back about ten years ago when I first saw them I wanted them so badly! But mom thought they were too grotesque, even with her love of morbid stories and crime scene photos. So I waited out of respect for her. Then I got older and didn't have the money for such things. NOW THOUGH! Now I have the money and the space and last night I ordered my first Living Dead Doll!

BILLY DOLL! From my favorite of all movie series SAW. He was on sale for only twenty dollars so I am happily awaiting his arrival.

Happy is the Goth Girl with the Dead Doll.

Hannibal Says

Shes a rotten kind of cute for a zombie prostitute


But I'll allow kisses anyway.


All those books? They're for us bunnies to eat.



Yes the dear Hannibal thinks my books are for feasting on. It's hard to keep him from it so I just keep old magazines and scratch notebooks on the bottom shelf so he can chew them. I think if he knew that he'd try harder to climb the shelves.
The skeletons on the shelf are name Voodoo Charlie and Roy the Toxic Boy. They live up high because Hannibal, as always, ripped Roys feet off and a few of his ribs. Poor Roy.

Exquisite Corpse. What a game.

I'm not sure why I started another blog. I'm not sure why I made it black and purple with a blurry picture of some sad, anime boys as a header. I do know why I called it Cadavre Exquis. Not just because it is my favorite book of this point in my life, and I intend to have it tattooed on my body, but also because I love the game. The rules are at the top of this blog. It's basically Telephone but in a story form.
The best thing about it, is that you can play it with more than words. You can play it with art, or word of mouth. I feel like it's a good way to describe life. You write so many words, draw so many lines, shape so many pieces, and then another person comes and starts another line in your story, another piece to what you've begun. Every so often you take over narration again. The story is in your hands, then you hand to someone else. To put their pen to your paper and write bits of your story.
So this little bit will be my Exquisite Corpse.
My pieces to my story. Maybe I'll get others to put theirs here too.