I have loved all things Goth for years. I think I was drawn to the Gothic subculture because it’s so unique and beautiful. Naturally, I started incorporating elements of Goth fashion into my own wardrobe. People took notice and began asking if I was Goth. My response: Not quite a Goth. I’m a BubbleGoth. That response usually gets a laugh and a puzzled expression. BubbleGoth is definitely new and not very well-known. I understand why people would be curious to learn more about it. So, let’s jump into the world of gas-masked teddy bears and pastel-colored bats!

BubbleGoth was created a couple of years ago by singer/songwriter Kerli. Many people started to call her Goth after her first album came out due to its dark lyrics and spooky visuals. Trying to be offensive, one critic called her Bubblegum Goth. Kerli thought that was genius and explained her perfectly. BubbleGoth was born! According to Kerli, it is all about making dark things beautiful and beautiful things dark. Bubble is the sweet and innocent side while Goth is twisted and dark. Pairing a white wedding dress with combat boots would fall under BubbleGoth. You take polar opposites and blend them together to create something magical. It’s a total contradiction, but BubbleGoth isn’t meant to be taken super seriously. It’s all about having fun with fashion and individuality is key.

Cybergoth seems to have a huge influence on BubbleGoth. Gas masks, neon colors, and dreadlocks are all a part of both fashion styles. BubbleGoth isn’t as harsh looking, though. Rave fashion is also included in BubbleGoth. We love kandi bracelets and furry boots. Of course, we have to Goth it up. Ravers are a bit too colorful for BubbleGoth.




BubbleGoth highly values creativity and originality. We make a lot of the stuff we wear ourselves because you can’t find it in a store. For instance, I took a pair of black leather boots and glued rhinestones, bows, and lace to them for a cute touch. It would seem like those things wouldn’t go together, but they turned out really pretty. I also did a BubbleGoth ring tutorial not that long ago which I will link here. Why spend a lot of money on designer clothes when you can make a totally unique piece for super cheap? DIY projects are a huge part of BubbleGoth and everyone’s ideas are welcome.

My Boots

DIY Gas mask

I have heard that some are offended by BubbleGoth and Pastel Goth, which is sort of similar to BubbleGoth, but it involves pastel colors mixed with Goth elements. I’m certainly not trying to offend anyone by the way that I dress. I completely adore and respect the Gothic subculture. BubbleGoth is not a movement to make fun of Goth. We simply twist Goth fashion in a playful way. Everyone should dress the way they want and keep an open mind when it comes to personal style.

Pastel Goth









I would kill for those pink spiky flats! Definitely BubbleGoth. Anyways, I hope I have thoroughly explained BubbleGoth and shown how enjoyable it can be. I used to despise labels, but I gladly refer to myself as a BubbleGoth. We’ll keep on decapitating teddy bears everywhere. 😉

Prozac Nation


I love coming across a good movie by accident. That’s exactly how I ended up watching the film Prozac Nation. I was flipping through the channels and I landed on this gem as it was just about to start. The title alone caught my attention since I am fascinated by society’s obsession with medication. I’m weary of medications myself, but others seem to pop a pill for anything and everything.

The film chronicles a depressed teenage girl named Lizzie (played by Christina Ricci), her spiral out of control, and her rise back to the top. Lizzie gets into Harvard on a scholarship for her talent as a writer. Her childhood wasn’t exactly ideal as her parents got divorced when she was young, but she seems to have moved past that. Lizzie flourishes at Harvard at first. She becomes super close with her roommate Ruby, gets a boyfriend, and one of her music articles gets awarded by Rolling Stone. Everything seems great. Then Lizzie’s depression comes back. She can’t seem to write anymore. She gives her roommate’s boyfriend an “accidental blowjob” (haha), causing their friendship to fall apart. Lizzie starts to fight with her mother again and engages in reckless behaviors with sex and drugs. In essence, Lizzie turns into a mess of a person.

Concerned, Lizzie’s mother sends her to a psychiatrist, Dr. Sterling (Anne Heche). Lizzie resists treatment at first and gets a lot worse before she gets better. By the end of the movie, she seems to be back on the right track due to the antidepressant Prozac.

I enjoyed this movie. I thought Christina Ricci accurately portrayed the struggles associated with depression: pushing people away, quitting things you enjoy doing, and self-destructing. I could feel her pain, but at the same time, I wouldn’t want to be her friend. No one hangs around a depressed person for too long. It’s depressing and exhausting! Christina is one of my favorite actresses. She always ends up in weird roles, but they suit her. Who didn’t love her as Wednesday Addams or Penelope?













The film was based off of a book by the same name. I haven’t read it, but it is an autobiography written by Elizabeth Wurtzel. She is very successful and still writes, so there’s proof that depression only runs your life and keeps you down if you let it.

I read some reviews on this film and I was a little surprised. A lot of people complained that the movie was terrible because Lizzie was annoying and unbearable. Yes, depressed people suck to be around. But, this is a movie about depression. A depressed person isn’t going to be friendly or the life of the party. Go watch a comedy if you want a laugh. I think this movie might have been too real for some critics. Depression is hard to look at, I suppose. I guess that’s why people suffer in silence.

I’m glad I gave Prozac Nation a chance. It’s not all doom and gloom. There are many funny moments throughout to keep you entertained. And if that doesn’t entice you, just watch the first 5 minutes. You may just see something you like. 😉

Eloise Graveyard


It’s time to get creepy, y’all. Not too long ago I blogged about Eloise Asylum and its creepy history fraught with medical experimentation and locked psychiatric wards. The nightmare doesn’t end there, though. Few people know that Eloise Asylum had its very own graveyard. Many patients died in the asylum, so this was a necessity. It is said that more than 7,000 former patients were buried in the graveyard between 1910 and 1948. Poor patients with no family to claim their bodies were dumped here. Today, the unkept field doesn’t even resemble a graveyard, but with a little research I managed to find it.

Being the weirdo that I am, I visited Eloise Graveyard just the other day. What I discovered deeply disturbed me. Now, the graveyard is not new to me. I had been there several times before and I don’t find the graveyard itself to be very scary. It’s located across from a low-income housing complex and the other buildings in the area are pretty dilapidated. The area is often frequented by the police because of a crime problem. Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to be caught there at night. I’ve always visited the graveyard with friends in the past, but this time I decided to go alone. I felt comfortable with it and I was familiar with my surroundings, so I wasn’t worried.

I entered the graveyard through a gate and followed a path into the field. On my right was a farmer working the land, so I felt at ease that I wasn’t alone. Sadly, the graveyard hasn’t been cared for in years and many of the gravemarkers have been covered up by overgrowth. There are no tombstones with the names of the dead; just numbered blocks. The graveyard is enclosed by pine trees and a small forest. It’s very peaceful and beautiful. The random shopping carts strewn at the entrance detracted slightly from its beauty, though.

I love to investigate and discover new treasures at every visit. Finding gravemarkers is a challenge, but it’s exciting when you see them. I spent my time taking pictures of the graves and the pretty nature. I even played around in the forest a bit. I definitely want to do a photoshoot here with the forest as a backdrop. Of course I’ll wear crazy outfits and make a fool of myself as usual. 😀



















Anyways, I came upon some graves that I had never seen before in a far corner of the graveyard. They appeared to have been recently cleared of overgrowth. I saw something white sticking out of the ground near one of the gravemarkers. It was a long white candle! This warmed my heart. The graveyard had been visited by someone who took the time to clear some brush and leave a token of acknowledgment. And here I thought I was the only one who knew and cared about this place! I found candles placed on several gravemarkers, which was really cool. Nearby, I saw a large hole had been dug between two of the gravemarkers. I thought this was odd, but continued taking pictures and exploring. I can be so slow on the uptake sometimes. 😉 I found some pretty flowers and an interesting clump of fallen branches. But, that weird hole remained on my mind, so I made my way back to it.



































I read the numbers on the graves at either side of the hole: 665 and 667. Oh FUCK. I had finally realized it. Gravemarker 666 had been dug up and stolen. I couldn’t believe it. Who would do such a horrendous thing? That is beyond disrespectful and so very wrong. Then I thought about the significance of the number 666. From what I know, that’s the number of the devil. I’m not religious at all, but that’s fucking scary. I just stood there in horror. The person who cleared off the graves had only done so to find one to steal. So disgusting. It ruined my whole visit. I can’t say that I stayed much longer after this discovery. I was really freaked out and upset. My hope is that someone left the white candles on the surrounding graves to cleanse the area and make peace with the disturbed spirits. Perhaps they made the same discovery as me and tried to make it right. If the candles were left there for a sinister reason, then that makes me sick. Vandalizing a grave is pure evil in my book.

There is another old graveyard (William Ganong Cemetery) just down the road that is said to have vandalism problems. Pentagrams have been found painted on some of the tombstones. Supposedly a kettle was found there with bones and feathers inside of it. I would never set foot in that graveyard, but maybe the same people who vandalized this graveyard stole the 666 gravemarker. The graveyards are so close to one another that I don’t think they are coincidences. Regardless, I doubt I will be back to Eloise Graveyard anytime soon. I don’t feel safe there anymore with crazy people stealing gravemarkers. It makes me really sad, because I truly love this place. I like to visit the spirits and show them that someone cares and remembers them. Their stories need to be told and I won’t let them be forgotten. The asylum will always be a part of my life.



I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. At the time, I was really interested in Victorian culture and particularly how horrible life was for women during this era. It is heavily inspired by singer/violinist Emilie Autumn, who is the Queen of all things Victorian. I can’t possibly hide my adoration for her and this poem was written while I listened to her music. My goal here was to blend a dark history with sarcasm and humour. I think humour makes heavy topics tolerable and even entertaining. Tea parties weren’t really all that innocent after all.


Chatter echoed throughout the garden

As afternoon tea prompted women

To spill their innermost thoughts and dreams,

Which husbands could never hear, it seemed.


Clothed in tightly laced corsets that pinched,

Since a woman’s waist looked best when cinched,

These women knew they must look decent

And that breathing was unimportant.


Along with the tea were served muffins

And cherry scones placed in fancy tins,

Which were clearly only there for show

‘For no lady wants a healthy glow.


To protect the women from the sun

Were quaint parasols for everyone.

Because Victorian ladies know

A tan is a definite no-no.


Placed throughout the garden were wickets

For the dames to play croquet in sets,

Since it was unlikely to tire

Whilst knocking balls through small, arched wires.


Little girls pretended to drink tea

Nearby their mothers, smiling with glee.

Little did the ignorant girls know,

Poison-spiked tea is hard to swallow.


The pleasant aroma of roses

Wafted into many pale noses,

Much unlike the stench of master’s breath

When his rapes his lady ‘til her death.


Two of the women sat together

And had been best friends for forever.

If their hidden romance was revealed,

Then love from doctor could make them healed.


The hostess refilled dainty teacups

As one dame tried to stop her hiccups.

And once the party had reached its end

The ladies feared their frail hearts would rend.


Alas, the women said their goodbyes

And a few even began to cry.

Because they all knew their fun was over

Until they fucked their secret lovers.

Emilie’s “Marry Me” was clearly an inspiration for “Teatime”. 😉

Charles Bukowski


This is probably the last person anyone would expect me to blog about. Yes, I like normal stuff sometimes, too.

Charles Bukowski was a novelist/poet/drunkard from Los Angeles. I say drunkard lovingly here because he would not be the same without the booze. He had a rough childhood complete with an abusive father and horrible acne. This is all documented in his novel Ham On Rye, which is supposedly being made into a film (can’t wait!). His poems, short stories, and novels are semi-autobiographical, revolving around Charles’ fictional alter ego Henry Chinaski.

There is nothing flowery about the writing style of Charles Bukowski. It’s simple, realistic, and blunt. That is a major reason for his popularity. You don’t need an education or a dictionary to figure out what he’s saying. People from all kinds of backgrounds can easily understand a Bukowski work. The excerpt below demonstrates this:

“I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there was nothing to the job. It was one of the biggest fattest lies of the century. I’ve been looking for that guy for years but I’m afraid somebody else has gotten to him first.”

This quote comes from the first novel Bukowski ever wrote, Post Office. It chronicles the 12 years he spent working for the U.S. Postal Service as a mail carrier and clerk. While the work was extremely boring, ridiculous, and unbearable, Bukowski managed to get through the day-to-day grind with alcohol, sex, and race-track betting. Post Office is my favorite of Bukowski’s works because I relate soooo much to it. I also worked for the U.S. government (not telling which agency it was ;-)) in the past and so many of the things he wrote about I dealt with on a daily basis: lazy co-workers, psychotic bosses, unnecessary stress, and office romances. There were bad times, but there were also amazing times. All I can really do is laugh about it all because it really was ridiculous. And I met some great people there. Actually, I discovered Bukowski through that job. One of the girls I worked with told me to check out his stuff and loaned me one of his books. I’ve been hooked ever since.

Bukowski always manages to add loads of humour and surprises into his writings. You never know what the “Dirty Old Man” will throw your way next. He can get vulgar, but I think it adds to his charm. Bukowski’s graphic descriptions of his own bodily functions definitely make him a class act. You don’t get more real this man. I could quote the infamous “beer shit” from Ham On Rye, but I think I’ll save everyone from that visual. Instead I’ll share a different excerpt from the novel:

“I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn’t have to do anything. The thought of being something didn’t only appall me, it sickened me . . . To do things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother’s Day . . . was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.”

True story. Bukowski had the balls to say what we all think. I think he was a bit of a pessimist, but some would say that’s just being real. It’s a shame that he died in 1994 at the age of 73. I’m just happy he got the chance to share his life stories with the world. Now I have a craving for booze.

The Wiener’s Circle


I don’t watch a lot of TV because I find it to be a waste of time. But, I seriously can’t help but watch The Wiener’s Circle. It’s so funny and outrageous. Along with being a very strange person, I also enjoy profanity and stuff that may offend people. I personally don’t believe in censorship because I think it takes away from the integrity of something/someone. So, you may come across stuff on my blog that you don’t agree with/offends you. This TV show could fall under this category. You have been warned. 😉

The Wiener’s Circle is a hot dog stand in Chicago that recently got it’s own reality show on truTV. That’s because the interactions between the staff and customers need to be seen. A lot of the people that come in for food are drunk/stupid. If you have ever been drunk, then you know that greasy food is the best at this time. So, the staff treat the customers badly in order to get their attention. These people are so drunk that they won’t remember any of this the next morning anyway.

The premise of the show is to ask the drunk customers to partake in outrageous challenges in exchange for free food/prizes. Everybody loves free food. So, customers make fools of themselves for the enjoyment of viewers. They will do pretty much anything.

I have decided that I NEED to visit this place at some point in the future. It looks like a blast. I want to get berated by Poochy the manager. lol It’s all in good fun! The food is apparently amazing as well. I would work there in a heartbeat, too. The staff are hilarious.

This show has been renewed for a second season! I can’t wait. They didn’t think it would be as popular as it is. People love stupid stuff, though. I know I do.

The Speaking Dolls


Yay for my crappy poetry! I’m trying to get back into writing, since I love it. So, here’s a poem. 🙂

The Speaking Dolls

Bold in your pursuit of innocence,

Yet quick to hide from detection.

A coward and manipulator all at once.

The thrill of the acquisition

Occupied your vapid life.

Determined to feel young,

You aged me to death.

A plethora of broken dolls

Lie in your wake.

Some broke long ago,

While others never before left their glass prisons.

The crystal case enticed you,

A challenge you couldn’t turn down.

Once inside, your excitement dissipated

As the novelty was conquered.

Your hunt will never end

As new dolls are yet to be discovered.

The damaged toys need fixing,

But your secret can never be fully erased from their bodies.

Blythe dolls are the best.