MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

RIP

my birthday twin has left this world. good thing he wrote some stuff down for us to remember him by.

“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”

<3heather

ZOMBIE CRUSH

since we’re on the subject of face tattoos and tattoos in general, i thought i’d share one of my secret (and odd) crushes with you.

presenting, RICK the “ZOMBIE BOY”:

dear rick,

if you are reading this, feel free to email me at twoworldlybabes@gmail.com

maybe we could watch some horror or gore flicks and then go eat some brains.

let’s be friends.

sincerely,

heather

OF COURSE I KNOW THIS GUY…

courtesy of ignored prayers

and that’s not the only “inventive” tattoo this guy has. check out this gem:

the lesson today is that tattoos are forever. sara and i have our fair share. some of which are completely bogus. some of which are meaningful. some of which are funny. i personally like tattoos. i’m not even really hating on homeboy here. he’s doing something extraordinary. but, folks… if you are the type to cry over a bad haircut, tattoos are probably not for you.

for more photos click here

to purchase RAYBANS so you can spare yourself some needle pain click here

<3heather

PANIC

little miss sara taylor is doin’ it, everybody!

she is going to deejay!

tomorrow night. darkroom (on melrose. not to be confused with the nyc bar).

here’s the flyer.

dayyyyyyyuuuuuuum, morrissey, you look good with corpse paint on…

come on down and headbang. it’s going to be our big night out. i feel like i haven’t hung out with sara or had an adult beverage since christmas. big thanks to my mom, by the way, for hosting my family and friends for christmas dinner.

anyway, it should be lots of fun. i can’t wait to request something that makes beer come out sara’s nose.

xoxo

heather

OBVIOUS JOKE ALERT:

yes.

i went there.

period humor.

get into it.

<3heather

THERE ARE NO CZARS IN AMERICA

let me point out that i know this is old.

i also wish to make perfectly clear that i am in no way poking fun at sarah palin. also, i am sure that editing plays a role in the genius/sadness of this video.

i am also quite aware that there are plenty of well-educated americans out there, who have plenty of enlightened things to say about congress, foreign policy, national security, natural resources, social issues and the like. the people in this here video, however, do not.

please, do us a favor. shut the fuck up and read something. and make it something that’s not off foxnewsdotcom. watching nancy grace and reading your local paper out there in buttfuck, arkansas does not make you literate nor ‘informed’. stop making the rest of the republican population look like a bunch of inbred, teddy bear holding, barnes and noble book signing idiots.

with that said, let’s sit back, relax and roll the tape…

MOVIE MANIA

for quite sometime, i have not indulged in the luxury of owning a television. sure, i get the occasional dose at a friend or family member’s house. my friends loan me television series on dvd. i ride in style on jet blue and watch one of their pre-programmed channels. but, for the most part i am oblivious. and guess what, i don’t mind. but the thing i started to notice, was that without a television, i had also started missing out on watching movies. computer viewing just wasn’t cutting it for me, so slowly, the picture shows just stopped. of course i pop on in to my local cinema, but the classics and not-so-classics of yesteryear were being ignored. what a shame.

UNTIL…

santa claus brought this good little girl a movie projector. hoorah! hooray! mama is back in action.

so far, i’ve watched “thirst”- a korean tale of vampires and betrayal to the catholic religion. “eraserhead”- david lynch’s black and white nightmare of solitude caught on film. and what i want to tell all you kids at home about, “anatomy of hell”.

“ANATOMY OF HELL” (or “Anatomie de l’enfer) is an inspiring and enlightening look at what i consider to be a peek into the mind of a woman who is neither feminist nor subservient; proud nor self-defeatist; lustful nor prude, but rather a highly evolved specimen who is just trying to keep it real. things start off bleak for this blood-thirsty, enlightened, super hot she-beast. but, rather quickly she makes a new friend, they make a deal and start teaching each other some very valuable lessons. this is the first film i have ever thoroughly enjoyed that was written and/or directed by a woman. my hat is off to Catherine Breillat for being honest and indiscrete with this portrait on female views of sexuality, fear, self-hate and in the end even love. of course i must point out that this is a french film. it is weird. there is nudity. there is sex. there is “poetic” dialogue. it is “shocking”. but it is a film in which the unspeakable are spoken of (and shown).  an exploration of the things we’ve been taught not to explore.

thank you santa claus.

love, heather

God Amongst Men.

This post is dedicated to the most amazing human being alive. Steven Patrick Morrissey.

When I was about 14 or 15 years old…. I was hanging out with a friend at a house full of older dudes…. one of these guys was more in the same vein of person that I was ( wallflower… socially awkward… drinking solo because I wasn’t interested in being a sketchy young chick at a house full of shitty dudes) and we started speaking about music. I listed off my favorites, Depeche Mode, Nick Cave, yadda yadda yadda….. and he had asked me if I had heard of Morrissey or The Smiths. I hadn’t. I wasn’t about to lie, and was always intrigued about learning of New Music. When I first put in the CD ” Louder Than Bombs”, I was bummed at hearing kermit the frog get super melancholy over some weird guitar riffs, but I kept at it, because I wanted to know why everyone was so into it.

Then it happened. 

I found myself humming along to melody lines of this man’s voice, and was less and less annoyed but how his tone sounded, and actually really in love with it. And when he spoke, everything he had to say related to my life, my existance- and generally how I felt about the world. 

I became obsessed.

I never gave zach pukies back his copy of that cd, and I trolled record stores looking for more and more material. I started listening to all of his solo records, and before you know it, he was the only thing I could ask people about. He was the only voice that rang in my ears. I asked everyone if they liked him, and started purchasing everything I could get my grubby little hands on from his extensive catalog that I was just discovering. 

Morrissey, since that day, has been an integral part of why I am who I am. All my thoughts could be equated to something that he has stated in the past in song, and everything that I experienced is somehow already written about from his pen to whatever paper he used to jot down his thoughts. Every fuck up that i’ve made and felt poorly about, he also had gone through. Every boy who never paid any mind to my being, he had already cast off from his world in his own life. Every little thing that i’ve ever done, or had a ponder on, or said- always can be tied back to this man.

Thank you Moz.

I’m sure that you’ve heard it from millions of other fans as myself.

I’m sure you’ve felt it from every other hug that was briskly thrown upon you in the middle of song, or signing or spotting.

But you have single handedly changed this worldly babe. And for that, I am eternally greatful.

xoxoxox.

sara

Dear Twiglet.

Please stop being your own model and eat a god damn hamburger.

For any of those inquiring on what I’m speaking about. It’s gonna remain a little mysterious, but let’s just say I was somewhere and I happened to gaze upon someone taking everyone else’s designs, and trying to pass them off as her own. Plagiarism is not flattering, not to mention the fact that you shit talked people who choose to live cruelty free ( or whatever facet of freedom from animal cruelty) lives. I have been vegan for 5 years, but that doesn’t mean that I think I’m better than anyone else. I have no such ”  obnoxious pride” for the fact that I don’t eat product containing animal matters. I don’t honestly give a shit if you eat animals. Chicken tastes delicious, cheese compliments pizza and vegans use different plant based substances to mock all of the things that you can eat regularly, because let’s face it- we would like to eat stuff that tastes good, we just don’t like eating things that come from animals. I have no pride when I’m on tour, in the middle of kentucky, and I have to eat a fucking pile of greasy french fries because they don’t have a salad that isn’t covered in ranch or smothered with chicken bits inside of it. I feel like a fucking loser when all I eat are potato grease strips and my friends are wolfing delicious cheeseburgers. Anyways-  Do yourself a favor…. eat something and fuck off.

Anyways. Here are a couple photos because i have a good ol’ fashioned obsession with posting images of my life as opposed to writing down everything that chapped my hyde or ruled my life in a blog.

That’s Jeffers….. He’s a real babe, and he got hammered on his birthday and made the teddy and the nun his loves for the evening. What a dreamboat.

That’s Susan, the dog that belongs to my married lovelies Gerard and Lynz. Since I didn’t have a babedude to kiss when the clock struck 12, this little gem was the recipient of my affections for the new year. Bless You Susan, you really took one for the team.

Duh Graf. If you look sideways ( since the blog wont let me rotate photos inside of it) you can see that the HELLA bubble is pointing to northern california. A-May-Zing.

Get Jealous, Because I sleep in that Puppy pile every single night. Baby Sweetie and Puppy Rufus. 

this Gem right here is my mother. Mama B finally got called out for being the African American Queen that she is, and they decided to send her an issue of “ashro” which is a mail order catalog for all your ebony desires in the fashion world. Y’know, things every self respecting woman needs like wigs and daishiki robes in prints such as ” turquoise animal” and ” starry night dream”. I’m proud of you mom, not only are you a beautiful woman on the inside, but you can now achieve your fashionable dreams and rule the Nile in Style.

xoxoxoxox,

sara little.