Glitter Page

A glitter exterior, sparkly hair and tall platform boots.

I just expirenced the glitteriest movie ever! and it is currently my favorite. I suggest if you ever come across 'velvet goldmine' you watch it . . . with caution of false homosexual encounters.

take a look into my sparkly liner!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1y_PRuq7x0&feature=related

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person! Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth!"

Jayne Mansfield

What more could anyone want in a icon? A charismatic sweetheart who took America by surpise with her beauty and talent.

"I will never be satisfied. Life is one constant search for betterment for me."

~J.M

As you sit on your cloud and smile down on us we look up and see only sunshine.

Yours truly,

Toria D

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Getting NoWhere

Dreaming of a car crash
And eternal life

Dreaming of Sobriety
And an empty bottle

Dreaming of No Gravity
And falling down

Dreaming of Virginity
And the girl next door

Dreaming of Darkness
And illumination

Dreaming of society
And the apocalypse

Dreaming of Weakness
And vitality

Dreaming of Growing up
And being immature

Dreaming of Everything
And getting no where

For the eyes of the blind only!

His car's here.

Why did that have to be the first thing she though when she pulled into Jr. Mart? She questioned her timing at moments like this and wondered if she'd ever get it right. And at this moment, a moment unaware of the surprise waiting for her behind the automatic doors, she erased all old feeling for this man she might have had before. A clean slate.

FAIL!

He stood there at check stand 1 and she could only hope he did not see her eager eyes. A face woken up too early and a painted on smile. She knew her nervousness didnt look like blush but she pretended it did none the less.

He followed her into the guest service booth.

"hey", he smiled

shit. She nodded and continued to punch in her hours

"How are you?" His voice seemed smoother than she had remembered and chills ran up her spine and attacked.

"Fine" She walked away and wondered why she hadnt started up a converstion. Why she hadnt asked him how he was instead of looking like a total bitch and not caring at all. She took a moment to look back and noticed he looked rather hurt at her gesture. Her heart sank at this thought and she just wanted to go back there, kiss him, and let him know she was hopelessly in like with him.

How could she not be. He was tall, a trait she had never really cared to notice before, and he had the most goregous hair any women would ever dream of. She felt simple minded noticing his sharp features when she knew that wasnt the reason she ever really liked him.

There was never silence when they had talked. They could relate to the stories of one another and would often strike up more interesting facts about each other. Words flew from each others mouths as though never to be awkward. At least thats how it was. Management removed him from his previous position and their conversations had died down when they had stopped working together. Her feelings for this man were lost in only a months time. However she knew this wasnt true, she wouldnt have longed to see him if it were.

Perhaps it was the wink he gave her every single time she walked by that made her stomach turn and feel as though a billion butterflies were having a party. Or was it the cute smile he only gave her and she had to question whether or not the catching each others eyes was just a coincidence.

She didnt know. She didnt care to know. All that had ever mattered is that she could hope to find these feeling elsewhere, there was no hope finding love in Jr. Mart. Desires and dreams arent made on the cooking aisle.

Is love really blind?

Or are we too ignorant to see?

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Whats good enough for you

Is good enough for me.

Cyndi Lauper, I love you.

Your the sugar coated exterior pop princess of the century.

As my tape starts to demcompose I look to the net and find your one and only. I smile and take back all the mean things I had once said about the Girls of the 80's. I think I'll hold on to you for at least a moment.

Our time together may pass but just know you were mine for at least a year.

Hold me close to your heart

Yours Truly,

Toria D

xxXxx

Hook City!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kMi9tvuuZY

Ray brought me upon this little jem. And for the past 6 hours I havent stopped listening to my cyndi lauper tape!
That shit is gonna get worn out.


For the blind eyes only!
!!!ENJOY!!!

xxXxx

GhostTown after SunDown

The sound. The smell. The inside fucking joke that no one knows.
I felt like killing a man tonight. I had the weapon, the anger, and the chance. My insides started to burn as he turned his back to me and I knew his life was flashing before his eyes. A sudden memory of his fears and desires in just a moments time.
I pick up a metal shard that lies at my feet. One step closer, two steps, three. I could not have been thinking straight. I had been up for days and nothing else seemed to matter as long as his death did not make much noise or a nasty mess for the police to find in the later days. I was too fragile to have 1st degree murder on my clean record.

My eyes widen. A euphoric feeling. I could see his lifeless body lying at my feet before I attacked. I start breathing frantically and prop up my arms before I swing!




A clean cut.
No mess. No proof. No life.

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Where do you find the time?

I dont have time. I never do but when i get a moment, even if its only a minute, i make sure to annoy you with yet another blog. A pointless, self absorbed blog that quite possibly has nothing to do with . . . anything. I didnt think blogs had to be about anything. I can tell i'm getting over excited about blogging and to be honest I LOVE IT!!!! Odd. I've always been odd. I'm the spawn of melting souls and its how i was destine to be.
So you see my dilema. I have work in an hour and court tomorrow and the art of clubs the next day and then work again. I guess friday will be a night of all out internet duty. A-ha its not that easy to get rid of me. no, no I'm sorry. Stain Resistant.

over and out
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Fuck your Weapon of Choice

Thats right! I've given up on stupid people and stupid friends. I dont really understand why you gave up on someone who loves you to death and chose those fucking chemicals that put you to death. I sit at my computer wondering if you still think about me or if the needle in your arm wipes away the memories of us laughing and smoking in your car. Your one of them and I'm so sick of hanging out with people that have nothing planned out for them and are just sitting on their couch stoned and uncoherent. Its ridiculous how often those poeple appear in my life and I often dont judge however when you know the person and you know that they have alot of potential it kills you inside knowing the only reason they are doing this is because they want to fit in. I leave and pretend i never cared for them. Because it kills me more than it kills them. I dont want to sit and watch as they decompose and lose all interest in life.
I stand watching your every move and I'll be civil even though I know your murder scene is only months away. I can remember getting pissed at a friend because he was being ingnorant about abusers and I hated him momentarily. I guess I never quite understood how much pain it caused the watcher. I want to murder you. I think life would be easier on you and on those who care about you nowadays. Because I don't!
Is that why I want nothing to do with you or is it the fact that you ditched me for a substance?
Fuck you and your chemicals.
I know that your a good person and I want you to see that aswell.

How long before you realize this fantasy is an illusion. Feed your addiction.
I understand


Your not ready for someone like me.

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To welcome the blood clotted affair

1st off I would like to welcome coagulation affair to the murder scene. A round of applause please. Thank you. Thank you! I'll Them know you care!

and to go coinside with inspirational artist. I thought i'd steal the idea and write about mine. Any one heard of the Local Artist Grant Fuhst? No? well instead of telling you much about his work i'll just show you it!

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Favorite Person

Two beautiful women! Mother and daughter.

Mariska is my Heroine, I honestly don't know what I would do with out her! Jayne is my Idol every girl should feel as beautiful as Jayne did. Its hard to find someone with such insight.

My forever devotion,

Toria D

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Yngwie Who?

Yngwie Fucking Malsteen thats who!!

Lets see what I know about Him. . .

He's a guitarist[given]

He was born in sweden in '63. Youngest child of the household

"Yngwie originally had no interest in music. However, on September 18, 1970, Yngwie saw a TV special on the death of guitar iconoclast Jimi Hendrix. Seven-year-old Yngwie watched with awe as Hendrix blasted the audience with torrents of feedback and sacrificed his guitar in flames. The day Jimi Hendrix died, the guitar-playing Yngwie was born."

Yngwie has an awesome fender. Even though I've never really liked fender something about this guitar is nice. Specific orders. If i was him i'd want a specialty guitar too.

And yea thats pretty much all I know

What I think?

To be completely honest I had little interest in yngwie to begin with. My friend had talked about him all the time and I couldnt care less. However as I started listening to Rising Force marching out I couldnt believe how great of a guitarist he is. I must admit that the vocalist helped some. I started looking up videos of him and watched some live preformances, he puts on one hell of a show and the 80's were a crazy concert era. Oh and i must say at one point Yngwie had it going on. Something about Long hair and guitars pulls me in. But any way, I found much inspiration in listening to him and i actually picked up the guitar again. Of course i'm not near as talented but just hearing someone say yngwie malmsteen I want to pick of Lonei and pretend i know what i'm doing.

I cant say I would want to listen to him on a regular basis but I definately wouldnt turn down the chance and there's a possiblity that in the future he could become one of my favorite guitarists. So if you ever get the chance to listen I suggest you hit that shit up. You'll know what I'm talking about, you just get that feeling ya know?

Inpiration is found in the oddest of places and I never thought I would find it in a metal god. Twisted everything i knew. But I like this twisted life of mine. I think i'll stick around for awhile:)

musical reveiw part one

out

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Mister E and Elvis

I cant wait until I get to watch "Elvis and Me" again. A movie of pure passion and a sudden shock of emotion. Mister E oddly reminds me of elvis and perhaps this is why I have a dire sensation every time i see him. His button up shirt tucked into his pleeted slacks. Shiny shoes and cuff links.



















I remember having a conversation with someone and talking about the life of elvis and cilla. Even though Elvis grew to be a misunderstood, typical rockstar I could not find one reason to not love elvis. He seemed perfect in so many ways and I would never give up a chance to be with such a man. I guess that could just be my inner rock belle showing through.

I know that's my insta-sensation with Mister E.
ha insta-sensation
xxXxx

Rain on FreeComicBookDay's parade

Hey its may 2nd and you'll never guess the phenomenon that just hit UT.
It free comic book day and alast i can not go. Sadness strikes as the adults take control of its youth yet again.
However I'm moderately okay with my misfortune. I have a whole saturday to sit around doing nothing when I otherwise could have been getting out in the rain and messing up my purple hair. Not very satisfying if you ask me. *sarcasm noted*

On a ligher note I watched the notebook last night on oxygen. Even though I'm an edgy rock chick with a taste in movies such as james bond and batman I'm a sucker for those good old fashioned romance tales that are dark yet playful and happy. But theres something different about 'The Notebook'. I've always been drawn to the 40's so maybe thats it. I honestly could sit and think all day about why that movie is memorable but it would never come to me.

Oh my, I believe I smell a burning breakfast.
My departure occurs


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Honesty IS the best policy

its an honest trait to come upon! but still it sits there as if you have not a need for it! but this trait doesnt understand its importance! did you tell this trait how much it meant to you? or did you kiss it on the cheek to let it know you care? i didnt think so... then how does this trait know it is of great value! this trait IS honest and will tell you how its feels... all you have to do its ask. but most times such trait is forgoten about. perhaps it isnt so important... awh but it is... you see ... this trait is honesty ... and honestly you cant live a life unless your rule is in fact 'honest'

Bagger of Choice

She nervously stacks the ice as if someone is watching closely. . . no one watches. . . no one ever seems to notice the awkwardness of her pondering gaze. But she wishes he would see, at least once, while she acts gracefully upon the other slaves at work.
It takes time to wonder if you are noticed, that you may often get lost far from where you are destine to be. She has spent far too long wondering if she has been noticed by the man she loves that she has forgotten to notice herself.

Intimate options

I am sorry for not telling you the truth. Not that I have said lies but you have most definetly assumed the worst of me. I'm sorry for letting you believe you were anything to me... I work alone in this life. For me to admit you meaning something to me at one point I'd only be half right. I won't call or send you an email, I simply can't stand talking to you anymore. You are fooled easily but I can not apoligize for that. That is your fault, not mine. Be strong and a little less trusting next time.
You're gone now. My long tormenting days are at an end but are far from quiet. I can still hear the loud shouts and the cry ever so often. Not even the keen senses can drown them out. If you don't understand all I'm trying to say is I'd rather hurt you than have you hurt me... I don't want to feel the curse which I have given to you. I am not guilty and I really don't care. Did you think you were going to break me?... right... I wish someone could


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