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I came home from uni when my sister asked me to ensure that she had read correctly that Gerard and Lyn-Z Way's baby girl was indeed named Bandit Lee Way, and I confirmed it, she burst out laughing...I was curious and wondering why on earth did my sister just asked me stuff about Gerard Way 'cause she had never been a fan of MCR. I went upstairs to her room to see what's up and I found that she came across accidentally to a website with this year's most unusual celebrity baby names and Bandit Lee Way came 9th.

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Celebrities have set a high bar when it comes to wince-worthy baby names. Who could forget classics like Moxie Crimefighter (daughter of Penn and Emily Jillette) and Kal-El (son of Nicholas and Alice Kim Cage)? This year is no less memorable than years past, when it comes to our stars and the blazing baby trails they leave in their wake. Some first-timers welcomed in their babies by giving them a name to remember (Echo Hexum). Others added to their already attention-getting clan: Erykah Badu, mother of Puma and Seven has added Mars to the triumvirate, while Chef Jamie Oliver, father of Poppy Honey and Daisy Boo, added to his whimsical genetic treasure chest a daughter named Petal Blossom Rainbow. But there’s more, so much more.

Here’s our list of the most unusual celebrity baby names for 2009.

1. Mars Merkaba Daughter of Erykah Badu and Jay Electronica. After tweeting through her labor (Mars was delivered by a midwife born at home with no drugs) Badu sent out a message on Twitter that she was going to name her new daughter Twitty Milk. That did not happen, but Mars Merkaba did. Though Badu hasn’t discussed the name’s origin, “Mars,” in addition to being a planet, is the Roman god of war, and “Merkaba” is Hebrew for “stone-chariot of god.” Arrange those meanings as you will.
2.Petal Blossom Rainbow Oliver Daughter of Chef Jamie Oliver and his wife, Jools. No explanation of the name was given, but considering her sisters’ names are Poppy Honey and Daisy Boo, we’re guessing he’s just sticking with the whole Naked Chef/natural/garden theme.

3. Sparrow James Midnight Madden Son of Nicole Richie and Joel Madden. There seems to be a code to break when it comes to Nicole and Joel’s kids. Their daughter, Harlow Kate Winter Madden was born in January, the middle of winter, hence, the second to last name. Sparrow was born in the middle of the night, so we’ve got the Midnight part down. The rest of the code -- specifically, “Sparrow” -- we’re still working on breaking.

 4. Ikhyd Edgar Arular Bronfman Son of Rapper M.I.A. (real name Mathangi Maya Arulpragasam) and musician Benjamin Bronfman (aka Benjamin Brewer). Ikhyd was one of the biggest hot-button names of the year, because when first announced by M.I.A., the general public thought she was naming her boy Ickitt. She addressed the media through her blog, “MY BABY IS NOT CALLED ICKITT, PICKIT OR LICKIT THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO ALL THE HOLLYWOOD PRESS. HES A BABY, HE DONT NEED PRESS!” She did not give any hints to the meaning of Ikhyd, but “Arular” is the code name her political activist father adopted for himself while fighting for the Tamil Tigers in Sri Lanka, as well as the title of her debut album. “Edgar” is his paternal grandfather’s name (Edgar Bronfman Jr., who is CEO of Warner Music Group).

5. Nakoa-Wolf Manakauapo Namakaeha Momoa Son of Lilakoi Moon (aka Lisa Bonet) and boyfriend Jason Momoa. Momoa explained the Hawaiian origin in a forum on his official fan site, jasonmomoa.com: “He was born on the stormest, rainy night. so Nakoa(warrior)...Mana(strength/spirit) Kaua(rain) po(dark)...”

6. Java Kumala Holloway Daughter of “Lost” star Josh Holloway and his wife, Yessica Kumala. Yessica was born in Jakarta, Indonesia, which is located on the island, Java.

7. Dreavyn Kingslee Son of Billy Martin (Good Charlotte) and Linzi. No word on its origin, and when it comes to the Social Security Administration’s list of most popular baby names (www.ssa.gov) perhaps not surprisingly Dreavyn doesn’t have an entry.

8. Atlas Heche Tupper Son of Anne Heche and James Tupper. In Greek mythology, Atlas was a Titan who bore the weight of the heavens on his shoulders. He joins his older brother, 7-year-old Homer, in a classical-friendly household.

9. Bandit Lee Way Daughter of Gerard Way (of My Chemical Romance) and wife Lin-Z (of Mindless Self Indulgence). No explanation was given and this one’s just a little too out there for us to even speculate.

10. Gunnar Flowers Son of Brandon Flowers (The Killers) and his wife, Tana. Flowers said that he wanted a tough name for his child that “combats against Flowers.”

Worth Mentioning Though not as far out as the above set, these names still made our list for most unusual this year.

1. Stella Luna, daughter of Ellen Pompeo (Grey’s Anatomy) and husband, Chris Ivery.

2. Echo Hexum, daughter of Nick Hexum (311) and his wife, Nikki.

3. Lou Sulola Samuel, daughter of Heidi Klum and Seal.

4. Blaise Ray, son of Amanda Beard (Olympic swimmer) and her husband and fellow swimmer, Sacha Brown.

5. Bardot Vita Boreanaz, daughter of actors David Boreanaz and Jaime Bergman.

6. West Flynn, daughter of Marley Shelton and Beau Flynn.

7. Roman Stylianos Gianopoulos and Adele Georgiana Gianopoulos, twins (boy and girl, respectively) born to Molly Ringwald and her husband, Panio Gianopoulos.

8. Goldie Priya, daughter of Ione Skye and Ben Lee.

9. Jett Hamilton, son of Jill Scott and Lil John Roberts.

10. Seraphina Rose Elizabeth, daughter of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner.

Link: http://features.parents.com/unusual-celebrity-baby-names.html

Shes one of the new girls on the scene these days when in fact shes been working her ass off for quite some time now! I just joined the whole band wagon since ive been seeing her name everywhere and here what I got

first thing I noticed was she was gorgous. i loved her hair and style automatically. so i read up on her some more. she was the lead singer of a punk band which she just recently quit (her music was good :D) and now shes a solo singer. and she also does amazing portraits of celebrities take for instance

i was amazed at her skill as   an artist cause anyone has to admit, shes fucking good.  then I read up that shes a band promoter... she works with freaking bands! which i thought was cool.  I did everything read her blogs, looked at her pictures she seems like an incredible person! she even helped release the ep in nuff we trust. I HAD to put her on this site.

people are saying shes the next metal sanaz and I definately agree.  love her or hate her-- can wait to update about her :D

I love slam mastic

BACKMASK

No words. 

Erm... I'm just want to say that I'm really sorry for not posting this for like a really long time... Writer's block...

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and Samantha

Gerard grabbed his bag and fished out a piece of scrap paper and a mechanical pencil. Then, after a few doodles, he immediately shoved the piece of paper under her nose.

Lindsey looked at it before giving out a snort of laughter. She looked up and wiped away the tears. "So that's your impression of them?"

Gerard nodded and grinned at her. For once, genuine happiness flooded through him. The last time he had grinned this widely was when he was ten, having getting himself all muddy after playing a game of soccer with Ray, Bob, Mikey and Frank.

They sat there, grinning at each other like idiots before Lindsey piped up, "So... tell me about your school life."

Gerard nibbled on his bottom lip for a while before saying, "Well... it was... pretty boring, studying in a boarding school. All we did was study and do the arts. The students are pretty competitive when it comes to academic stuff but because my school is an arts school, you can imagine the competition between the students," he shrugged. "But honestly, I don't really bother about this type of stuff. The reason I actually bothered to join the competition is because my parents pressurized me to," Gerard glanced at the concrete floor, a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes. "What about you? Tell me about your friends."

"Basically, we're pretty much a bunch of outcasts," Lindsey said, shrugging her shoulders. "We don't go with the crowd, like gossiping about which celebrity broke up with which celebrity, what's the newest and hottest trend in town, etc. We are our own individuals, we wear whatever which looks good on us, we listen to bands that inspire us and at the same time, give our very best in school and in our bands."

"You're in a band?" Gerard asked.

"Personally, no, but the others are. Anyways, we generally lead pretty normal lives but..." Lindsey paused, glancing around nervously. "We have our ups and downs too. I recently just got kicked out of my house but luckily Alicia's family took me in. But I think the worst happened to Zac and Josh, it left a pretty huge scar on their emotional selves."

"Why?"

"A year ago... they lost their younger sister, Samantha, in a car accident. Zac is slowly accepting her death but Josh still thinks that he is to blame for her death," Lindsey sighed. "Samantha was a great friend; she was always there for us, comforting and cheering us up. So her death was a very big blow to us, Josh wouldn't eat and all Zac did was doodle and mope. It was a very dark period for us; our teachers were screaming at us, they thought that we were being rebellious."

"What was the cause of the accident?"

"The driver was driving under the influence of alcohol. It didn't help when he had taken drugs too. But truth to be told, the actual cause of the accident was because Josh had an argument with Samantha.

[Flashback]

"Stop trying to tell me what to do!" Samantha screamed. "This is my life! I am who I am! I hang out with whoever I want to hang out with and be friends with! Would just stop nagging for once and let me do what I want?!"

"Listen to me Samantha," Josh pleaded, grabbing her wrist. "They may seem nice and normal but look at what they've made you to become?! Drugs, alcohol, staying out late into the night... You're slowly becoming like them? Your grades are plummeting, your behaviour is unruly and the way you speak to Mum and Dad. It's like... you have no respect for yourself and them!"

"SHUT UP!" Samantha roared. She yanked her wrist from Josh's grasp and slapped him across the face. "Why are you such a... a... ARGH!! I don't see you lecturing Zac the way you are to me. I'm 15, stop trying to treat me as if I'm 7! I'm not dumb!" She immediately turned and stomped down the pavement.

"Samantha!" Josh yelled, running after her

"Stop following me!" She dashed across the road towards the other side, not watching for any incoming cars. Without warning, a red Chevrolet knocked into her.

"Sam!"

[End of flashback]

They sat there in silence and Lindsey immediately turned back to face her table. Gerard looked at her for a moment before muttering, "I'm sorry."

-END-

Ok, I was just thinking, maybe this story should basically just focus on them trying to deal with stuff which you and I face, peer pressure, influence (the people whom you hang out with), etc. But it's not really go into the really hard stuff like underage drinking, drug abuse, sex, and other stuff. So, on a final note, there will be no romance, just hints of it here and there.  What do you think?

I originally wasn't going to post this because I don't want to deal with all the horse shit replies ill get from it. But I figured I'd start talikng about how stupid certain admirations are when it comes to people who know bands. If your planning on already leaving a rude and unintelligent comment then please stop reading now. And if you dont care and wanna leave me one anyway have better lines then "get a life" and stuff.

I'm not going to state any untrue facts, just my opiniouns. and just because they are my opinions it doesnt mean they are 100% fact.

I'm not saying the WMHC are bad people or anything I'm just saying the way they responded to hate mail was very immature.

1. I hate how people kiss there ass. They arnt that amazing. Them getting together and making a pompus website didnt better or harm the world. Yeah okay maybe some of there ahcievements were okay. But alot of people are guitar techs,photographers, managers, stylists etc. how many people do you think would admire you if you did those things. People make them more then what they are. they talk like they are bread and water. They arnt. They are just a couple of adults that got alittle to self obsessive.

2. They arnt famous, never was never will be.  the only reason why I even know of them is because my little sister used to be obsessed with alicia and honestly most people wouldnt know  who any of those people were if alicia wasn't on the site.

3. Okay they want to talk about there accomplishments, why did they have to ramble about there lives like "hey chris was born..." if they wanted to help somebody with advice, thats how your site should be modeled. You dont need to say everything about yourself like alicia couldve just been like "YEah I did some tech work and worked for labels." she didnt have to write shit nobody cares about.

4.The fact they responded to hatemail so immaturely is a huge thumbs dowb with me. We're talking about 20 something year old adults getting all worked up about something a teenager says. So what if they got alot of "hatemail" they had to be exagerating, atleast people like miss e and such. if you google them hardly anything pops up. they arnt that famous. its not like there was magazine covers and stuff. Nobody really  knows who they are, and in reality not alot of people hate them. getting hatemail doesnt make you a role model or a  war hero and its an overall stupid and self absorbed reason to make an enitre website. This is fact. It was a very immature move on there part. they couldve just ignored shit. people will only post shit for so long unless they get a reaction and there reaction was very extreme.  they could have simply been like "Okay this is what was said and its not true" on there myspace blogs.

5.And one last thing being internet famous or being famous because your affiliated with a band is the dumbest thing i ever heard in my life. I know most people only like people like alicia because shes married to mikey. Okay thats great and all but why so "OMFG SHES SO PREETY IM HER BIGGEST FAN" and then they lie and give the excuse "Oh i like her cause she played bass for fftl/was a tech" she hasnt done anything as i know of lately besides modeling {which she does preety okay}in the music industry. and alot of people have been fill in bassists. I can give you a list of atleast 20 people if you want. she isnt that unique, or spectacular career wise.  and personally i dont think shes a very good bassist from the videos ive seen online.

thats all i really had to say, im going to be posting more rants about random internet celebrities and my sisters other obsessers. I dont hate everybody she likes by the way there are a select few i find extraordinary and very inspiring. and this whole journal wasnt written out of hate or anything. I did my research and made my opinion. It is not biased in any way. Anyways stay tuned and thanks for reading.

love.

What's in a picture? A story? A conversation, perhaps? Coins? If the latter is true, then I'm getting ripped off! I get sent pictures every week and yet never a single coin! Maybe there's no money in pictures after all. Fortunately for you, I am blessed with the gift of picture analysis. I can find the story or conversation in almost any picture. If you don't believe me, you suck. For this week's Analyze This...

 "The first song we'll try is called 'Bitches'.

  I almost smiled when he announced it.  He was such a strange person, him and the other two in the room.  I wondered if it had been a mistake coming here...they didn't look like the kinda people who took their music seriously.  Although, saying that, I didn't exactly have much ground to stand on either - I'd basically picked up my roommate's bass guitar, less than a month ago.  I hardly knew any note names, I had no idea of which string was supposed to be the E...it was gonna end up just completely embarassing us all.

  I'd first seen them (there were four then, but they'd recently got rid of their original bass player, which was the spot I was now auditioning for) in the college art show, and they'd seemed cool to me then.  However...somehow I had the feeling I would never be able to even dream of being that cocky and everything.

 "Okay, so I should probably take down your details first,"  the lead singer drawled.  He was possibly the weirdest one of them all.  His hair was dyed bright pink, he was tall and skinny, and he wore baggy black shorts, a bright pink vest that matched his hair, elbow length fishnet gloves, a purple tie and knee length football socks in the most revolting colour combination I'd ever seen - lime green with red stripes.  His shoes were brand new - navy blue converses, and he had his long trenchcoat hanging over his shoulder.

 "So, name, age, why you think you'd be good in the band, any experience.  When you're ready."  I nodded and stepped forward, clearing my throat nervously.

 "My name is Lindsey Ballato and I'm 24.  I think I'd be good in the band cause I think you...cause I ca-can...cause I'm a...fuck, this is going sooo bad.  I don't know, okay?  I don't have any experience at all at bass, I was a singer in a Dolly Parton cover band a while back, but we broke up.  I only picked up the bass, well, less than a month ago and I only came to this stupid audition shit cause I wanted to push myself, to actually have to try to get something I really wanted."

 "That's cool,"  the singer grinned.  "I can tell you've got attitude, just from that badly prepared speech.  You're at the art college, aren't you?"  I nodded, confused.

 "So...wait a minute, you're still willing to give me a try...even though it's already completely obvious I'm gonna suck?"

 "Why not?"  the other guy shrugged.  I glanced at him.  Surprisingly enough, he was the most normal looking one.  I remembered he's been playing guitar when I'd seen them.  He was kinda overweight, wearing all black - leather jacket, right down to his jeans and trainers.  His hair was also black, but I didn't know whether it was natural or not.  

  I stole a glance at the final member of the group.  She was the drummer, but you couldn't really tell.  She was around average build, wearing red and black armwarmers, a black vest made out of what looked like some kind of plastic, a necklace consisting of about five layers of pearl chains and a long black skirt.  Her hair was a dirty blondish colour and she had a lot of make up on.  She was also wearing heels.  Catching me looking, she gave me a supportive grin.

  I glanced around at all of them, then smiled slightly.  "Okay, I'll give it a go."

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  About an hour later, we had just finished setting up for me to play a couple of songs with the band.  I kinda felt a bit stupid, to tell the truth; thinking I was only going for an interview, I'd worn pigtails, and my outfit consisted of high heeled boots with knee length socks, a short black skirt and a black school-girl style black shirt, with a black white tie.  I found myself wishing I'd worn tights, or, even better, jeans.  I was shaking now, really nervous.  I decided to take a quick trip to the bathroom to compose myself a bit.

  Inside the ladies room, I opened my bag and slipped out a bottle of Bacardi, taking a quick drink.  God, I was so fucking terrified.  I glanced at myself in the mirror.  Surprisingly, I actually looked good for once!  It was just after I thought that that another, sneaky plan began forming itself in my head.  This could either go terribly, terribly, dangerously wrong...or it could get me into the band.

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  Out there, everyone else was already in their positions when I re-entered the room; I quickly put on my roommates stolen bass, then went and took my place.  We'd discussed the songs we were to play earlier on, and I'd had a quick run through...which, of course, didn't go so well.  

 "Okay, Lindsey,"  the singer - I'd learnt his name was actually Jimmy...Jimmy Urine - declared.  "Tornado.  Lets go."

  I took a deep breath - it was now or never - and, as the guitarist - Steve - hit the first chord, I put my hand to my chest and removed the film canister of Bacardi I'd slipped in there while I was in the ladies (don't ask why I had it on me, I was an art student).  I knocked back the shot and held it in my mouth, pulled the pre-placed matches out of my pigtails, struck the sandpaper board glued to the back of my bass...and basically just blew fire all over the room.  

  Instantly I found myself regretting this move; the flames had shot everywhere, and Jimmy was in serious danger of getting burnt to death right there and then.

  The song stopped, Jimmy finished stamping out the small patch of flames next to him, and everyone turned to stare at me.  I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.  However they decided to let me down, I was adamant.  I.  Would.  Not.  Cry.

  The room was silent, then Jimmy opened his mouth, hesitated, then said it.

 "Fuck.  You're hired."

Based on LynZ's account of how she joined Mindless Self Indulgence.  Read the Kerrang! interview for the story.  Let me know what you think below :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot.

Lindsey surveyed the boy at the front of the class. His hair was black and it made his skin stand out even more. In fact, almost everything on him was black. Black shirt, black jacket, black jeans, black converses, even his bag is black. She switched her gaze to his face. His lips were pursed, as if he didn't want to be here. His eyes had a bored and annoyed look in them. Lindsey squinted a little; she could see traces of eyeliner around his eyes.

"Josh," Pete whispered, leaning back in his seat. "Maybe you're right, that guy could actually be a vampire. I mean, look at him!"

Reita, who was sitting beside Pete, whispered, "Honestly, I think he reminds me of Edward Cullen, albeit one who's not bronze- haired and has sparkly skin."

"If that's the case, I hope he doesn't sit near me," Teruki said. "But for some reason, I find him really familiar, like I've seen him before but I can't remember when."

"That's Gerard Way," Gustav butted in. "You know, son of that millionaire, Donald Way."

"Oh yeah, now I remember, Gerard Way, that kid who is apparently a piano prodigy."

 "He's a rich kid and piano prodigy at the same time?" Lindsey asked, shocked. "Why is he doing here? In this... dump you call a school?!"

"Well, apparently, rumour has it that he and his brother got into really huge trouble with the principal," Teruki whispered, and they leaned in closer to listen. "What type of trouble, I have no idea, but it was so serious, they got expelled."

"Whoa, does this mean that he might burn down the entire school building?" Andy asked, joining in the conversation. "I hope he does because-,"

"Are you fucking with me here? he is a piano prodigy? He does look like a rich kid but piano prodigy, No way!" Gabe interrupted.

"Way, Gerard Way," Miku giggled.

All of them, including Lindsey, burst out laughing.

"Josh, Pete, Akira, Teruki, Gustav, Lindsey, Andy, Gabe and Akiharu; I would really appreciate it if the eight of you would listen to what your new classmate has to say about himself and stop having your little conversations with each other," Miss Rosie snapped at them. "If this mindless chit- chat keeps going on, I may have to rearrange your seats, whether or not you like it. Same goes for you, Georg, don't think I didn't notice you." she added, eyeing him.

Georg shifted slightly in his seat, a pink tinge slowly appearing on his cheeks. The others kept their mouths shut, but it didn't stop them from passing notes to each other. Lindsey threw a fleeting glance at Gerard and blushed when she saw that he was staring at her with a look of amusement in his eyes, his mouth curled into a small smirk.

Gerard glanced at the girl who was sitting at her seat with her head bowed slightly and face flushed. He couldn't help but give a small smirk at her embarrassment, the round glasses which she was wearing fave her a cute but dorky look. Then, he turned to Mrs. Rosie and asked, "Is it okay if I sit beside... erm..." He paused, trying to remember her surname. "Miss Ballato?"

Mrs. Rosie hesitated from a moment before giving him a smile and replying, "Why don't you sit between Leighton and Paris instead?" He looked at the two girls who she was pointing at. They were staring at him which such intensity that he swore that the moment he sat between them, he is going to get screwed, literally.

She continued, "I'm sure they would love to show you around the school, you might pick up a few good manners too! Also..."

Gerard rolled his eyes. More like they would love to eat you alive, he scoffed to himself inwardly. Good manners, schmood manners...

"I'm sorry Mrs. Rosie, but you see, I don't normally sit at the back of the classroom. It's pretty distracting," he explained, flashing his most charming smile at the old English teacher. "Also, I may have to squint to look at the whiteboard which is pretty bad for my eyesight. So if you don't mind," Gerard hitched up his bag. "I shall sit next to Miss Ballato." Then, before she could even say anything else, he stalked off.

Lindsey smiled at Gerard as he placed his bag on the chair. He grinned back and gave Georg, who was sitting beside Lindsey, a smile. Georg grinned at him and continued doodling on his note pad.

"Oh wow, now dork girl is trying to get a boyfriend!" A loud voice laced with sarcasm floated across the classroom. "Not surprising since she had recently just got dumped."

"Very true, Leighton," another voice remarked. "First a quarterback and now a millionaire's son, she sure does change her taste in guys a lot. I'm not going to be surprised if she starts dating one of her guy friends."

"Oi! Would the both of you shut the fuck up?!" Gabe yelled. "It's not her fault that you girls were born resembling hags in the first place!"

"Yeah! Also, at least Lindsey isn't the one with legs like chopsticks!" Andy added before throwing a paper ball at Paris.

"Enough!" Mrs. Rosie shrieked. "Mr. Saporta, I would appreciate it a lot if you would refrain from using explicit language in my class. Mr. Hurley, please do not throw anything across the class. One more time of such nonsense, both of you would be getting detention

Gerard turned to look at Lindsey, who was looking down at her shoes, face flushed and her eyes were filled with tears. He blinked for a moment before reaching over and patting her hand. Then, he whispered, "Come, let me draw you something that will cheer you up."

-END-

Finally it's updated! Part 2 would only be posted after my piano exam, which is about a week away. Also, credits to Isabelle Chan for Leighton and Paris! Comments?

My mom finally found the hundreds of pictures that i've been hiding on my computer and she DEMANDED that i delete all of them. here's how our conversation went(note that she said lynz as 'lins'):

Mom: Who is lynz?

Me: She's in a band

Mom: Well whoever, she is, you need to take all those damn pictures off of our computer.

Me: What's so bad about having pictures of her on the computer?

Mom: We already have enough crap on our computer, that's why it moves so slow. And having pictures of some slutty girl really isn't helping.

Me: Why are you calling her a slut? You don't even-(i got cut off)

Mom: Anyone who jumps around on stage bending backwards laying on the floor flashing her panties obviously doesn't have any respect for themselves. All I'm asking is for you to delete those pictures. You don't have to get all defensive about it.

That was the end of our conversation and we havent talked since then which was yesterday. so i guess i'll leave you with a pispam. Here you go:

It really pains me to delete all of these beautiful photos but i have to if i want to live

I was just browsing through the 200+ pictures of lynz that i have (yes I'm that fucking obsessed) and i noticed this:

it's a picture right? WRONG! Look a her left wrist. the arm with the sleeve. what is that you say? it's a tattoo. OF A DICK!!!!!

See:

i have no idea why she got that but i was just trying to figure out what all of her tats were and its like BAM!!!!!!!!!! DICK IN YOUR FACE!!!!! Well now that i got the shock out of my system. i'm gonna make a video. Goodbye, buzzfriends!!!