gather round..swishers and bleeders..

bet you thought this was an AHS recap.

it isn't.

that's coming though.

first i thought i would update you on swishing..

 

i haven't swished in 4 days.

my doctor told me to hold back a bit..

since i was feeling so bad.

he recommended i do it every other day.

and i did.

bc i was.

feeling reeeeal bad.

tired beyond what is acceptable.

fever that caused aches.

panic attacks that caused murder thoughts toward my loved ones.

i was unable to leave the house on some days bc i hurt so bad.

and then i would get really sad and start sobbing as if i was listening to a joni mitchell song while reading the bell jar.

and throughout the 4 days off the symptoms persisted.

i debated (still debate) on whether or not i have the flu..

but there is no stuffy nose, no coughs, no runny nose, no poops, no pukes etc..

nothing but terrible malaise.

like the worst hangover of your life.

last night the headache of all headaches started.

and as i write this i am shaking with pain in my brain.

i NEVER get headaches..

maybe once a year.

 

and then this morning i woke up to this:

 

so..

i have questions.

mostly my older lady readers are going to be able to answer them for me.

 

did this detox cause the worst pms of my life?

am i just in the beginnings of the change?

and does the change cause me to feel like i want to seriously murder everyone?

i mean i know pms can make you crazy, but crazy AND feel like i am dying?

 

the thing is this..

i KNOW detoxes can bring out some nasty shit.

i KNOW some people are more susceptible to these effects based on their immune systems.

being a type 1 diabetic my immune system is probably a little slower than yours.

while doing a detox your body can 'grab a virus' in order to facilitate the elimination of the toxins.

but yet, nothing was coming out of me.

no snot, no diarrhea, no puke...all effective ways to eliminate the toxins.

and yet, all of my symptoms sound exactly like the herx symptoms.

 

 

speak up my ladies.

i need your experience here.

 

and if you're in your 20's pass this around to your moms.

 

 

i love you all.

i hate you.

i love you.

i hate you.

stab.

 

 

 

 

the smoking clam and other observations

  

 this one...

 

she's the best kind of crazy.

 

 

i tolerate kyle bc she says things that normal girls say...

but every time i see her twirl her fucking horse tail i wanna stab my mom in the throat.

(jk mom i would NEVER stab you in the throat)

 

shame that pandora got ken's looks.

 

HAHAHAHAAAAHHAH HA HA HAAAAA!!!!

do you think she looks at these images and regrets her face?

 

i enjoy brandi and her nips.

kyle is a bully.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what is the clam's problem?

i mean, what is at the root of all of this?

are we expected to believe that this is all bc her husband was abusive?

is this a marketing ploy to get us all to buy her dumbass book?

 

please.

i'd rather read kim's.

 

 

talk it out.

 

 

 

 

leftovers

thank you so much for the birthday wishes yesterday.

i felt popular.

and as we all know that's the only feeling in the world that matters.

 

sadly when i came home from the whole foods with supplies for ad hoc cupcakes

i started to get a chill.

then a full blown fever with aches.

 

then i cried into my softened butter.

 

somewhere between 6 and 7 the fever vanished.

still achey but no more fever.

i SUSPECT it might have been old mr. detox.

for those of you swishing..

there is a thing i found called a herxheimer effect.

essentially when you are detoxing your toxins say fuck you right now with this..and go into panic mode,

bc all of the bad shit is dying off.

your body gets burdened with a toxic overload, that is too much for it to handle..

hence a fever, aches, chills, nausea, headache, swollen glands etc..

you can read more about herx and all the awesome side effects here.

 

the good news is it's likely NOT an actual infection per se..

so it should pass relatively quickly.

the bad news is it sucks donkey balls and ruins birthdays.

 

honestly the BEST part of my shit birthday was the many comments i read from you guys wishing me birthday love.

so thank you.

and happy birthday to all of my fellow sagittarians.

 

anyway..

here are some leftovers from the birthday favorites category..

 

BAM! just like that some pink and purple and chocolate all up in your face.

 

 

bringing it back down with some cream and white and black.

 

 

YSL's stuff.

 

 

ahhhhhh...

 

 

dark and stormy with a side of quirk.

 

 

delightful as ever.

 

 

a 1-2 punch..

 

come to think of it..

 

POW..

 

KABLAMMO..

 

 

KERSPLONK...

nathan turner bringing it for amanda peet.

all still awesome.

 

 

yep.

 

 

yes.

 

 

an entry way!!

 

 

i'll never forget...

 

 

shut. it. down. steven.

 

 

that's all for now.

 

it's fun revisiting old favorites.

 

word to your donkey turd.

 

all images via pinterest via elle D, domino, house B, lonny, abigail ahern, habitually chic

my birthday and my favorites

yep friends.

it's my birthday.

i have already opened my jacquie lawson E card of a dog digging in some ivy and shit.

i have already opened my cookbook present.

and now i present to you some of my favorite rooms that i like for long time...

 

 

i still love you domino purple and black and peach room.

 

 

yes.

 

 

not sure how i'll feel about you in a few years but i like you a lot right now.

 

 

the chairs with the books and the gray.....good.

 

 

i have the exact same doors.  even the knobs.  except only one of mine is black..

bc i am a lazy asshole who needs to be karate chopped.

in any case i LOVE this entrance hall area place.

 

 

yard gathering.

 

 

mmm...yes.

 

 

stop the madness.

 

 

 best kitchen ever i think.

 

yes. for sure.

 

 

this bathroom shreds my heart into pulled-heart sandwiches.

 

 

nursery finery.

 

 

 

triple hearts club.

 

 

this sings to my inner rainmain.

 

 

a big, striped hug.

 

 

and so began my love of rust velvet.

 

 

and so began my love of blue velvet.

 

 

englishy forever.

 

 

yes.  i would suck on a chicken pox lolli-pop just to call this my sickbed.

 

 

KERPPLOOOWWWW!!!!!!

 

 

 

that's enough.

there's like a thousand more but i got bored.

 

 

 

now..

for those of you pulling your oils i have some updates...

i feel better.

more energy.

sleeping like a horse after a race.

but..

i am zitty.

i am pretty sure that it's just wine and nutella coming out of my skin.

oh and i have the weirdest taste in my throat...

like old boogers.

 

anyone else?

i know zdub got a bloody nose.

respect.

 

 

 

old hippie birthday farts,

 

room of tears..aka the bathroom after mike drops potatoes aka where the pope keeps his box (that's what she said)

 

 

well friends..

it would appear ben is coming around.

it would also appear tate's peen is a horcrux for voldemort.

 

 

interesting theories abound in this epsidoe..

thank goodness.

since they blew their wads with all of our questions answered in last week's epsiode

it was cool of them to add in new head scratchers.

 

 

so grab your nitrous oxide cans and let's recap this fucker!

 

the screen tell us it's 1947..

a cab pulls up outside murder house and out walks mena subaru (slut from american pie.)

(american beauty whatever)

she mosies ('walking' in 1947) up to the front door and knocks.

some dentist opens the door.

we see her in his office and she's insinuating that he can have sex with her in exchange for some dental work.

that happend a lot back then.

women just didn't have their own money and life stuff.

essentially if you weren't married you were a hooker.

 

i just made that up but it's probably true.

 

anyway..

the dentist tells her she needs to take the carnation out of her hair and she's all..

umm..it's a dahlia.

cuz...

she's the black dahlia.

 

 a few moments later..

we see a woman walking her daughter in a stroller, the little girl goes..

"what's that mommy?"

"oh just a mannequin.. wait a seecc..."

 

yeah, not a mannequin.

just a human woman chopped in half wearing a glasgow smile,

looking like a tim burton movie.

 

 

 back in modern times..

hot moira is making the bed and ben is like stop acting like an asshole slut

and make my daughter a sandwich.

moira's like you know you want this

and ben's like, um yeah..kinda..but i can't bc i love my wife.

moira looks like someone just told her she looked like frances conroy with a lazy eye.

and ben's space in hell just got a little bit more comfortable.

 

 

next door constance is mainlining teascotch while she paints what i think was adam and eve only adam was a fucking horrifying monster with half of his face missing.

was it larry burny face?

 

in walks viggo boyfreinsen (aka travis) with his hair and face perfection.

constance tells him to go get her some smokes from the korean and to take the dog with him.

 

once outside we see crayden standing there.

she starts to talk to travis and is like let's do sex.

somewhere in a bed they are sexing each other and he's like..

oooooops!

i just came inside you.

and cray's like...who cares i can't get pregnant.

travis hi-5's his peen.

crayden says she just wanted to see if she could do it with a guy who's alive.

 

OBSERVATION:

ghosts can fuck you.

 

 

next up is the introduction of crayden's bitch of a sister.

right off the bat she smells something fishy and it's not travis's weiner.

and then in walks crayden.

to defend her ben.

see look...i'm not dead or missing.

here i am.

 

OBSERVATION:

ghosts are just like us.

 

crayden continues on with..oh, i love you and i was a crazy bitch..sorry for being such a crazy bitch.

i ended up getting that pesky abortion after all..blah blah blah..

 

then ben's in his office and in walks the black D.

she's trying her old song and dance numbah.

ben's like, do you have an appointment?

you're so pretty.

she's like..

i am?

she moves in for some sex.

ben sees the sex in his mind's sex eye.

 

then the phone rings and it's that slut ass bitch ass slut doctor. 

she's got some KABLAMMO to share..

viv's twins are the result of vitropaternachakalaka-something.

2 different baby daddies.

 

that is some soap opera shit if ever i did hear.

 

then constance storms into murder house with a bone to pick with violet.

she smelled some piznussy on her man and assumed it was violet.

really?

come on constance...you's smarter than that.

 

moira's like, hey guess what!?

mrs. harmon's babies have 2 different dads!

 

constance storms off looking for tate.

she knoooooows!!

a mother knows!

she finds tate in the basement (of course)

and proceeds to beat him about the head and neck like a mom boss.

 

 

back in ben's office ghost lesbian love is happening all over the couch.

oh ben.

even i would have given you a pass here.

jump in there!

shit like that NEVER happens in real life.

 

but alas..

ben is changing right before our eyes.

he tells black D to get out and moira that she's fired.

 

a few minutes later cray cray saunters in and wins best condescender...

telling black D all about how famous she really is.

 

we flashback to the dentist's office..

black D is in the chair and

 the dentist is on top of her like a honey badger..

taking what it wants.

only she's still wearing the nitrous mask or whatever it is..

(that i could use around here)

 he finishes up and then tries to wake her only..

guess what stupid???

she's dead.

not to worry here comes ghost doctor charles  

to cut her into scraps.

 

OBSERVATION:

 the ghosts can kill.

 

QUESTION:

how did cray know this?

 

moving on..

ben is visting viv in her concentration camp style room.

i am close to certain that he's about to tell viv that he believes that she was raped and how sorry he is and please let me get you out of here..

sadly he doesn't actually think any of this.

instead he calls her a slutty slut.

 

 

ben and cray get drunk in a bar.

blah blah you're so funny when you dance..

this song is so white...blah blah..

i have a crush..

blah blah..

 

then poof they are in the gazebo.

cray's like..it's written in the stars 

 

OBSERVATION:

written in the stars=foreshaddowing 

 

ben's like..nah..i don't love you.

crayden's like..whaaaaa???!!!

 then you should know that some black guy has been hanging around your house a lot. 

 BAM!

she just planted the morris chestnut seed.

 

 

meanwhile constance wants to get married and have a baby with travis.

constance's most not smartest moment.

he says oh man..that's lame and gay.

i'm way too awesome to not be famous.

constance is superpissed and says he's no man and that he'll never be famous.

 

OBSERVATION:

more foreshaddowing.

 

anyway..

travis is so mad he needs to hate fuck crayden.

cray stabs him repeatedly.

nobody hate fucks crayden.

 

then a gaggle of ghosts appears in the basement to decide what to do with trav's corpse.

dr. charles is like..i know JUST what to do with him!

i will slice him black dahlia style.

 

cut to a bunch of brothers somewhere not so safe looking playing basketball..

one of them chases a runaway ball right to travis's sliced up remains..

 

and just like that travis is FAMOUS!!!!!

 

next we see constance visting viv in cell block slut.

constance asks about the baby.

bab-IES! corrects viv.

constance is all..i am a champ at raising kids.

viv plays the sick card and tells constance to FO.

constance says that being doubted ravages the soul.

 

viv suddenly has a change of heart and tells her that she was raped.

but don't tell the fam...

they need to think i've seen the error of my crazy brain eating ways.

constance zips up her mouth and throws away the key.

which is bullshit for...bitch i will rat you out in a minute and steal your babies.

 

 

 next we see smoke-when-i'm-stressed-ben fiddling with the rent-a-cop alarm and in walks

morris chestnuts (resting in my open mouth)

looking all chestnutty.

ben smokes his way through a stupid speech about luke being the father of one of viv's babies.

luke proceeds to put that m'fer in his place saying..no i shoot blanks but should that baby be mine i damn sure would take care of it, but it's not and what do you care anyway you just called your wife a liar and a whore.

peace out.

 

 

ben stands holding rubber suit mask in his hands when moira rounds the corner with all her lazy sexy come-on's...

seriously i love the way she barely tries by the end of this episode.

ben asks moira if she saw anything weird..

she's like who cares?

you're a douchebag.

he admits to maybe making a horrible mistake about his wife..

and then my jaw dropped a little bc young moira became old moira..

she says.."you're finally starting to see things as they are"..

which is to say he sees a wrinkly old slut instead of a young hot slut.

 

and then shit starts to get REALLY weird..

 

next door constance and the craigslist psychic are having some cake and tea.

 

the rest of the show goes down like this:

 

constance: can ghosts have babies?

billie ray psychic: (shrugs) mmnknow.

but the pope has a magic box. it's in the chamber of secrets and 

the secret is the end of days.

indiana jones: no. you're thinking about the holy grail and the temple of doom.

harry potter: no it's the sorcerer's stone and it's in the 3rd floor ladies room.

constance: would you two like some bundt cake?

indiana jones and harry potter: yes, please. 

billie ray psychic: NO YOU TOTAL SLUTS!  i'm talking about the immaculate conception with the devil's dong. 

voldemort: yes. exactly.

constance: smell this bundt cake voldy..

voldemort: i can't i don't have a nose.

 

 and scene.

 

what say you? 

how do you feel about the religious angle being thrown in?

a part of me is like, that is the only way to go bc it leaves things in such a could be/couldn't be scenario. 

plus nothing's more controversial than religion.

and then the good and evil aspect doesn't get more literal than this.

 

spill it sluts!

 

 

december is so glittery

lots of things go down in december..

 

my birthday for one.

and also fiona's birthday..

and jesus's too.

 

a triumvirate of awesome if ever there was.

 

before you get your AHS recap (and it will be a doozy)

you need to chomp on this bit of glittery december goodness..

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16

 

 

and for more moodboard magic visit tobe at because it's awesome so that you can see the living room i designed for her.  she bought a painting from me that i used as inspiration.

here.

 

 

on the swishing front..

i am on day 4.

i have read that it's better to actually do it every day than to skip a day.

so..i changed my plan.

i woke up today with a headache and my eyes feel like suitcases.

how are you guys doing?

 

stay tuned for your recap..

and many thanks for the outpouring of awesome comments yesterday.

it was the lift i needed to bring you the dumbest recap possible.

i might even draw something.

 

glittery oil farts,

top image via atlanta homes mag