KuntFaceKelly's journals

It is soo fucking shitty outside! I am staying in and warming up in bed with a blanket and tea while watching 101 dalmations. I seriously am antsy for two things today. Spinnerette to release something, ANYTHING! And for the new group of purgatory girls. Per group does only one of the girls get in or any of them that get the majority of yes votes? I don't have a lot to say because no one has much to say about what I have to say, so I am keeping this one short and sweet. I have a fashion show coming up in April! It's going to be a blast. It is Price is Right themed! Fuck, I love Rancid. And Out Comes the Wolves at least. Time Bomb is totally my ring tone on my cellular device. I'm going to do some waxing today. Sounds like a plan. Then worky worky. Later Gators. <3

I had an amazing weekend! Despite not finding anything I liked shopping, and the jacuzzi not being heart shaped. I ate a lot of Thai food and got drunk Saturday. We wandered the streets of Toronto for hours, then went and saw Disney on ice. It was pretty awesome! Like Aladin had a big huge elephant on skates, and a flying carpet that actually flew! No Rajah though. I was always jealous of Jasmin's tiger Rajah, and he didn't even make an appearance. Then sleeping beauty showed up. I never really seen that movie or anything so I don't know much about it except the evil bitch looks rad as fuck. The little mermaid was the fucking best!! They had black lights on so they looked so vivid and badass. Ursala was there in little form and HUGE giant bitch form. Then Eric harpooned that bitch with some fireworks and down she went and Ariel got her man! Then came Mulan. Borgasmn. Snow White was pretty pimp, I like the evil bitch in that story too. A little girl behind Tim and I was screaming "Don't eat it!! It's POISON!!" It was cute. Not so cute I want one or anything. Last of the first half was, Beauty and the Beast. The fight scene was pretty brutal. I cheered when Garson fell off the roof. A short break, then Cinderella's story took an entire hour. What a lucky slut! The shitty sisters were very amusing. Then they had a ball and all the previous prices and princesses came out along with Mickey and Minnie. Over all it was a real feast for my eyes. Back to the hotel to wait for Gaisha (my friend and co-worker). We tried to go for din din at the plum tomato. The dumbest waitress in all of Toronto works there, by the way. She gave us menus and seated us, the whole nine yards. Then some other guy came out and explained the kitchen was closed and that the waitress was as dumb as a door. So Tim was just pissed and starving. Scared Gaisha a little, I'm use to it. After a mango martini and soup we headed to Lee's Palace. Tim was busy talking to people he knew from his About to Snap days. Gaisha and I found her boyfriend Blair and had some shots and drinks. Career Suicide took the stage. They were good, I enjoyed them. A short break  then the band of the evening got into their set.  Maybe some of you have heard of them, maybe not. Cursed. They ruined my ears!  It was awesome!!  Stage diving and everything. I'm posting a video or two on my facebook account if you would like to see (i am Kelly Kuntface Keillor). After popping the champagne and a few photos Tim and I get into the jacuzzi and had a great time. We checked out at eleven thirty, went to Over Easy for some breaky, then hit up the ROM. They have a fucking dino exibit! It was my first time at the ROM and seeing Dinos. So I was pretty pumped. I'm a nerd like that. That place is fucking huge though! we were there for a good three and a half hours! We hot the highway home and I passed out, till we got back to good old St Thomas. We joined Tim's family for some veggie lasagna. Came home and listened to some of the records we bought wile in Toronto. I got a barbie pink record just because of it's colour, Skrewdriver (no I am not racist, I just wanted to own a Skrewdriver record, is that so bad?) which is blood red and The Subversives. Tim got lots of seven inches and a few 12".
Now today, shall be spent dinking around then going to work. Weeew. By the way I work at a movie theatre. Real professional, I know. But whatever, I've been there for three years. Does the trick for me at night. Especially since I get great perks. I can't wait for the next batch of purgatory girls. I hope I'm amongst them and get voted in. We'll see. <3

It's sunny and snowing! How beautiful! So last night I watched a movie that proved the bible is all astrological and Jesus was a hoax. That the twin towers was an inside job and how banks control everything. It was quite the movie. I have a lot to say about it but whats the point. The movie was great. They should show it on every channel of TV. But, what I don't get is how the church and what not get pissed at movies like The Golden Compass but movies proving how fucking ridiculous religion is, such as the one I watched last night, are out and able to be viewed by the public. I don't get it. Oh and by the way the United States are fucked! That's my rant of the day. I'm deciding today which college course I'm gunna take in September. It's between fashion and arts and science. I think I shall do fashions this year and get more into art next year. This way I can get a job in a nice clothing store in London. Then I shall go do what I want. I need to figure somethings out about myself. So many things I am unsure of. The things I am positive about are, Tim, punk rock, Medusa, moving to London, making new friends, not eating meat, soy candles and not having children. What am I to do with myself? Oh. and I'm sure I'm a Lush bath addict. I should get a job at Lush!! That would be so badass! My bathroom would be a Lush shrine. More then it already is. Anyways, I'm off to start the sunset painting I am doing on the back of the bathroom door. <3

What a shit day. Started out by barely getting a kiss goodbye from Tim. He was running late. Then I wake up at nine thirty coughing so hard it makes me barf. Sounds wonderful, I know. It wasn't even like barf, more like foam and cough syrup. Then I loose the ball on my Medusa. So down the street I must go. I can only imagine how the rest of this stupid fucking day shall go. But on the other hand Tim booked the best fucking hotel suite ever!!!! It's on Dundas St in Toronto. It has a heart shaped jacuzzi in the bedroom!! FUCK YES! Who's a little princess?! So we're gunna have our own little DIY shoot of our own in the room. Maybe one day, when I get accepted (if it happens), you'll be able to see it. Ha ha ha. I'm excited for this weekend now. I think I will paint today. Yeah, I paint. I'm a total art hag. I've been painting Tim's bathroom with an underwater theme for a while now. Some days I have the ambition to do it, while other days I just wanna sleep super late and laze around. I seriously need a day job though. Especially since I plan on going to college in September. For what? ART!! I really enjoy creating art and what not but the whole remembering artists names, dates and titles is a pain in my ass. Anyways, I was looking in the forums under food. All I have to say is, if it doesn't grow on a plant or in the ground, it is meat. Some vegetarians eat eggs and seafood but in my mind, this is not being a true vegetarian. I know of zero plants that grow seafood or eggs so stop calling yourself a vegetarian. Yeah, thats my rant of the day. But now I must go get a new ball and do some drawing. Later ladies and gents!

So I hope everyone had a grand yesterday. Mine wasn't anything too grand but I still enjoyed myself fully. Tim and I went to The Perk, gave our friends some cupcakes, then went grocery shopping. Came home, made some delish din din. Oh and by the way, we do not eat animals. He is a vegan and I'm a veggie eater. Ha ha ha, yeah I couldn't be vegan I love milk products WAY too much. So when I say made food anything, usually it means, lots of veggies and maybe some pasta or rice or something along those lines. Then we went to see Doomsday, which was badass as fuck! Yeah it's like Mad Max, Water World and Dr Dre and Tupac's California Love music video, but I still totally liked it. Though you do see a rabbit get shot and a cow run over, kinda mean. They also cook and eat a human, which I would rather see then a cute little rabbit get shot. But yeah, go see that shit!! Then we went to a shitty bar with some none shitty people and had a drink or two, then came home. I tried to feed Medusa but she wasn't anything of it. Then Tim tried in the morning and she ate it. She loves her papa. Yeah, I'm sure it doesn't make sense why a vegan and vegetarian would have a snake that eats nothing but mice, but what I want, is what I get. We don't feed her live mice, pre-dead, frozen ones. Keeps her docile. So, what's the plan for today? Well it's raining, causing all of the snow to go away. I love winter so it kinda makes me sad but oh well. I can't wait for summer. I don't tan or anything like that, just freckle. But I live by the beach so you can imagine where I spend a lot of my time. The lake is disgusting as all hell and totally unsafe to swim in but I sure as fuck do anyways. I have to clean up from making cupcakes and what not then go to work tonight. I need a day job. If blogging paid I'd be rich as fuck. I hope Tim does laundry tonight. I need some clean clothes. I can't wait till this weekend. We're going to Toronto for shopping, Disney on ice and a punk show. Then if the ROM is open on Sunday, which I doubt since it's Easter, we'll hit that up then come home. I really am rambling now, no one really comments or reads these things. It's like I'm doing this simply for myself. LAME! I clearly don't care anyways, or else I'd stop. It'd still be nice to have some people read and comment once in a while, let me know I'm not the only one on here wasting my life away. HA ha ha ha that was a little over dramatic. Sorry. Anyways clean up, clean up, everybody clean up <3

Happy St Patricks Day! Especially to all you ginger, freckled, fair haired and skinned kiddies out there. I celebrated on Saturday but shall celebrate again tonight. I plan on making cherry chip cupcakes for my wonderful man and slipping into something scandalous I bought on Saturday after watching the other Bolyn girl. Which by the way, was good. I love movies that take place in shitty medieval times. Their costumes and head pieces are soo badass. I also got my upper lip pierced the other day (aka the Medusa). Oh and I think you may find me in purgatory some day. I got sent the questions to answer and send in more pictures. I wanted the name Medusa but I guess it's not read enough. I like the name Medusa. I named my baby python Medusa. I would upload a picture for you to see her but I'm not too sure how to do that so oh well. I got her for Valentines day from Tim (thats my mans name). I'll probably talk about him a lot because I love him loads and spend lots of my life with him. He means a lot to me. Anyways, I have to get my ass down to Scoops and get some baking shit. OH! I also got some clover, as in the plant! Yeah, I'm stoked about a plant! I've always wanted to grow clover and now I am! I'm a garden nerd. Sooner or later my nerdy ways will be out and exposed. Ha ha ha. Cheers!

Even though I have been up for hours discussing numerous different thing with my guy friends, I still vote no for all the girls in purgatory. None of them have anything I like, so I said no. Maybe it's because I want myself to be up there. I'm drunk and careless. I want to be a GG but can't till you as an entirety accept me. Why does this make me sorta sad, because what if I am not what you want. What if all you want is an alterna chick?! I will never be that. I am what I am. Some say I am a punk rock chick and after years of hearing it I believe it. Does that mean there is something wrong with me?! I like to believe no. I prefer to think that I am fine the way I am and there is something wrong with you for not liking me the way I am. Am I wrong? Maybe, but not to myself, my boyfriend. my girlfriends or guy friends. I can only hope to join you and a family and become a GG. What more can I say aside from, thank you for leading me on and keeping my hopes high. Love always for you Ladies and Gents. <3
P.S.- I shall probably say I'm sorry for this in the morning. Till then goodnight and good luck, ladies in Purgatory.

I wrote this on my birthday this year. Twenty is a big number. It was a hard one for sure. But I thought I'd share it with you.


I'm very thankful for all my friends and their warm birthday wishes. I'm greatful to have so many. But for some unknown reason there is a lonely ache I feel. It radiates from my belly button up to my heart and gets stuck in my throat. I don't really know what brought it about but it's there. I have many things in my life to be happy about and yet here I am with my head in my hands. Sometimes I find myself talking to no one, writing letters that have no address, or crying for no apparent reason. During times of celebration and closeness with loved ones I get these feelings. Rather then embrace what I have and enjoy myself I withdraw myself from the situation to go off by myself(haha i said myself ALOT). Then it dawned on me. This has been reoccuring on and off for four years. There's a longing to be held and cared for by someone who can no longer be there for me. I'm going to state the obvious, I miss my mom. No, I'm not looking for anyones sympathy, this is no pity party. Simply putting it into type why my skin is crawling and I can't stop ballin'. Today, lying in my own bed, I realized that even if she was still around I wouldn't be where I am today. Nothing would be the same. Everything different. St Thomas and I wouldn't have this wonderful love hate relationship we have developed. The many fantastic bonds I've developed with so many people would have not occured and I certainly would not have fell in love. But with these pros I must address the cons. I use to want to succeed at things, then I lost touch with it. Without someone (my mom) to impress, to jugde me, yell at me, pat me on the back and my favorite of them all, punish me, I stopped trying. Worst of all, I stopped giving a shit about myself. It's weird how much she was truely my muse. Being sick these past weeks hasn't helped. Just made me want her to be here trying to make me feel better. So on this day, not just any day, January seventeenth, twenty years ago that woman shat me out of her cavernous vag. I'm sure if I'd of known then that only sixteen years later she would leave me to raise myself, I would have probably put up a far more hefty fight to remain in that dark, warm womb. But instead here I am, in all my glorious Kunt fashion. I could blame her for the way I am but really only I am to blame. When you raise yourself, make your own decisions and create your individuality, only you can make your bed and lie in it. So heres to you Mom, I can only hope with everything I have become and am aiming to achieve, that this is how you pictured me before you left me here to remain without you. As sad as it makes me to miss you soo fucking much, this year and all the ones after this shall be different. I can imagine you in my jumbled, overcrowded with bullshit mind, saying to me "Time you grow the fuck up, Kelly. Stop fucking around, you're fucking around too much!" Cheers to growing up and moving on. This ones for you. <3.

I know I'm lame and need to grow up but I had to type something. Hope you don't think I'm a whinny little bitch. <3.

So, I got an email asking for five more photos! woot woot! So I took a few photos after getting out of the shower. Figured you would like me better clean then dirty. I at times go without showering for many days. I prefer bathing. I LOVE bubble baths or bath bombs. My bathroom is like a mini Lush Store. So I'm hoping that getting asked for more photos is a good sign. If not, bummer. Anyways I totally bunked up my application. You see the question part has these little slots for your answers. I took the liberty of assuming they wanted short little answers, which is what I gave. Now that Ive been dinkin' around more and more on the site I now know (thanks to purgatory), that I fucked up. I cut myself short. DAMNIT! I'm usually a very outspoken, blunt bitch. Anyways, I think I shall just post on here my lovely long answers in hopes of regaining your confidence in me. Sorry I let you down there, ladies. Purely my fault for just diving in head first without testing the water first. How like me. Handicapping myself without even knowing it. I'm not posting them right now because I have a pile of dishes to do first and have been attempting to watch TV all day, unsuccessfully. TV is trash. Television reunions between adopted children and their birth parents; encounters between a husband, his mistress, and his wife; discussions among killers on death row (in irons, via satillite), and the families of their victims; confrontations between incest survivors and their abusive relatives; meetings between corrupt plastic surgeon and the women whose faces he deformed with wrinkle-reducing silicone injections that turned out to be toxic; a priest, a rabbi, a monk, and a minister (sounds like the beginning of a shitty joke) who have slept with members of their congregations. You could see all these events on simple, old-fashioned network television, all in one single day. So get off your ass, rip the tv out of the entertainment unit and out the window. Do it! Then I'd cry every night at 12:35, when Conan comes on. I need my Conan fix.

Anyways, those dishes (unfortunately) are not going to do themselves. I shall be back later ladies. <3.

So after a long ride to kitchener, I shared an extremely romantic dining experience with my man at Harvey's! Then he lost his mind and got REALLY pissed looking for the gig center. It was kinda scary when he was driving. Then I made him buy me a shirt AND water, then we waited about fourty minutes. THEN, the always attractive, agen' gracefully, HENRY ROLLINS came out on stage. I'm pretty sure I get moist just looking at him and was the whole show. He talked about lots of different things, traveling, his country (USA), little girls, being Uncle Henry, encounters with punk rock legends, playing with The Ruts, meeting people, and so on. It was great. I would bare his children. Ha ha ha, thats a lie, I won't bare anyones. So he talked for hours. We got outta there and back on the road around eleven twenty. But we stopped at a Tim Hortons so my man could grab a coffee to stay awake for the drive and so I could pee. First of all, the family bathroom was fucking filthy! Yes, I'm big on using the family bathroom. I like being alone while I pee and being able to lock the fucking door. THEN, we had to wait forever because the two kids behind the counter were dragging their asses around, and it may have been their first shift EVER on planet earth because they were fucking STUPID! So at last he gets his coffee and cookies and i get my shit then off we go. Being the grand girlfriend I am I entertain him all the way home. If you know what I mean. If not then I shall translate, I touched myself and sang. Weeeew! Moral of this note; I LOVE HENRY ROLLINS!!!!
That is all. <3.