All my wonderfullly warm and fuzzy freakish friends from YouTubia.

The Internet. Photography. Writing. Walking. Music. Movies. The Usual.

My Own Private Idaho. What's Eating Gilbert Grape? Benny and Joon. Rob Zombie's House of 1000 Corpses. The Devil's Rejects. Tank Girl. The Crow. Dogma. Clerks II. Chasing Amy. Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Naked Lunch. Nightbreed. Existenz. Kinky Boots. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

My Name is Earl. Jackass. Miami Ink. Viva La Bam. Carnivale. American Gothic. WildBoyz. The League of Gentlemen. Blackadder. The Young Ones.

Big Band. 30's. 40's and 50's. 70's rock. 80's hair/glam metal. Punk. Some Classical.

To Kill a Mockinbird. Oliver Twist. Alice in Wonderland. Most horror. Rock Star biographies. Dickens. Poe.

Time online. Time alone. My babies and husband. My brother and sister. My overactive imagination. Anything bizarre, blood coated and macabre. Serial Killers. Cherries. Shiny things. Fruit Liquers. Blood. Occasional Drunken Debauchery. Singing. YouTube Friends. Bladed Weapons. Halloween. Christmas. Thunderstorms. Night time. Unusual People. Usual People. Intelligent People. Crazy People. Insane asylums. Fear. Poetry. Graveyards. Architecture. New socks. My numerous exotic pets. The Jim Rose Circus. Freaks. Fuck ups. Circus Sideshows. Zoetropes. Victorian and Edwardian Era. Psychobilly. Punk. 1950's. Coca Cola. Cherry Coke. Drag Queens. Make up. Glitter. Hair Dye. Breasts. Old People. Being female. Hiding in my house for days on end.

Hate is a strong word.. I hate hate. But I dislike Judgementalism. Small mindedness. Arrogance. Tripe. Olives! Stereotyping. Flying things. The smell of beer brewing. Conformity. Negativity. Feet. Armpits. Social Situations. Coffee. Tea. Water. Other people's children. Forced stupidity to get attention, a favourite among young women it seems. The 'all men are bastards' notion.