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Janelle. 24. NYC. Music. Movies. Makeup. Books. Booze. Not as simple as I seem, not as complex as you think.


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Hungry. Thirsty. Late for work. Listening to pantera. Want a brownie. And more liquor. Obsessing over the lipstick I’m wearing. I forgot I loved it. Idc if it’s not high end-nyx will always be my favorite brand. Obsessing over that illamasqua lipstick. There’s no dupes for it. I’m tempted to do the international shipping. Boyfriend, do you understand the level of need I feel? It’s a message in blood. Just kidding. Those are pantera lyrics. I love this album. This fog is kinda cray. It looks even more spooky creeping in from thr cemetery across the street. I miss you nicko marc and michael. We need to take this family xmas portrait. Also. Christmas is racing here. No me gusta. After the holidays I’ll piece my ears again.




Hungry. Thirsty. Late for work. Listening to pantera. Want a brownie. And more liquor. Obsessing over the lipstick I’m wearing. I forgot I loved it. Idc if it’s not high end-nyx will always be my favorite brand. Obsessing over that illamasqua lipstick. There’s no dupes for it. I’m tempted to do the international shipping. Boyfriend, do you understand the level of need I feel? It’s a message in blood. Just kidding. Those are pantera lyrics. I love this album. This fog is kinda cray. It looks even more spooky creeping in from thr cemetery across the street. I miss you nicko marc and michael. We need to take this family xmas portrait. Also. Christmas is racing here. No me gusta. After the holidays I’ll piece my ears again.




My job is draining as hell. I don’t care about the customers. they come, they go. Some are assholes but that’s okay. Everyone has a shit day and sometimes we, the retail workers, get the short end of the stick. It’s my coworkers that I genuinely cannot stomach. It’s like a high school for adults (and I only call them “adults” because they are old enough to get the job…therefore you are an adult). The drama cloud is so thick. I’m suprised some of them have worked there for 10 plus years. Aren’t they tired? Was this their dream? How the hell have they lasted so long and still manage to be a total nimrod? I don’t care about the cliques, I swear I don’t. But I do hate the bullshit and ignorance that floods that place. I can’t go on in there. The money is nice but at what cost must I pay? I know theres crap in any job but I’m sure theres a special grade of shit that resides at sears. And I can’t really take anyore of it.




The 2 chainz show was interesting, fun definitely but I got home at 2am and had to wake at 6am. My body is crying from pain. My chest hurts really bad. My voice is raspy as hell and it isn’t because I sang too much last night-because I didn’t. I’m in pain. And I hate it. I have one 6 page paper on idk what due on Tuesday. One 12 page paper on Frankenstein due on Tuesday. And a 10 source annotated bibliography with a presentation due on Tuesday. I haven’t started any of this. And I’m in pain.


Tagged as: fml, rant,


Watching Project Runway with the mother and of course…I want to commentate. Nothing major but you know…talk about what we’re looking at. Except she keeps shushing me the minute i say two words. I’m not loud. I don’t talk to the entire thing. It’s reality tv for crying out loud. It’s always the same thing on Project Runway. The only time one should be super quiet is when the judges are talking and the critique is going on. Besides that.

Fuck it. It’s tv.




can i complain to you via tumblr post? yes i can.

i woke up wanting to go to your house, get a slice of heaven  piece of that delicious cheesecake, give a kiss to your mommy for having such great taste and go off to the boyfriend’s house. ya know, i really miss him and shit.

but my mom gives me this sad look and is like “can we hang out today?” and me being me, i can’t stand that sad face. so i say sure. but somehow, i ended up saying “i’ll go to lorenzo’s.” she buys breakfast for us and i got jittery as hell from a really good cup of coffee and then i lounged for a bit.

i got ready to go to lorenzo’s when she’s like “hey! your aunt wants to go out for dinner!” and i’m like “sweet, where?” and she’s like “hillstone!” which is my favorite restaurant…it’s also a spiffy place where i can’t wear my bambi tee, blue jeans and black chucks (which is what i’m currently wearing, for obvious reasons).

i discover that i don’t have anything comfortable but classy to wear. (of course, i’m only janelle. i live in jeans, tees and chucks) so i fall on the floor, laying with my face in the carpet and tell my mom that i don’t have anything but my black blouse with the big gold cross on it to wear. i really like that top. but i have nothing to wear on the bottom. so she says “lets go shopping for something!” and i’m like “oh shit, she’s gonna buy me stuff? i’ll go.”

so now i can’t see lorenzo. time won’t allow for that to happen. and now i’m sad. and crampy. and bloated. and i can’t get that cheesecake either. now my belly will be missing out on the happiness that is that cheesecake. ugh. my life. i miss my boyfriend. i wanna hug you. i wanna hug mikey, i like being engulfed by his hugs. i kinda wanna hug everyone i know. my life. my lief. mah lyfe.




i was woken up by my mother: “i need you to go to the store for me before i go to work.” fine. i get up before i usually get up, i go to the bathroom to wash up and discover that my back is in terrible pain. it’s beyond muggy and humid outside and i lay back down for 10 minutes to gather myself. i go to the store for her and rush back home. i go back out to the deli so i can get myself a bacon egg and cheese on a bagel and a juice. that’s what my heart was SET on. i go to the store, pay for my stuff, get my bag and go home. i get upstairs to realize that there’s no sandwich in my bag. FUCK. now i’ve gotta go back. all i wanted to do was sit, chill, eat and get ready for class at noon. i go back to the store. they’re busy as hell. i told them what was up, i waited for over 15 minutes. other people are bitching and getting annoyed. i patiently wait. because you know…it’s BACON egg and cheese. fucking delicious. i finally get my sandwich, go back home and let the sandwich cool off. it’s was hella hot. i open it. IT’S SAUSAGE EGG AND CHEESE. that’s not what i fucking ordered. my HEART was set on BACON. nothing can replace my bacon. I WAITED FOREVER just to not get what i wanted?! I’m ready to flip fucking tables and stomp on necks. i hate everything now.

and class has yet to begin.




About a year ago I was scrolling through my facebook stream and I saw that a good chunk of girls that I graduated high school with were pregnant. Okay. I can see how they could’ve gotten caught out there. I can see how they could’ve gotten knocked up. Shit happens right? But a year later I see that a good chunk of that good chunk of girls who were pregnant a year ago are knocked up again. Maybe this sounds assholeistic but what the fuck were they doing to get pregnant again, so soon?! I love babies but if I got pregnant at a young age (yes, 22 is still young) I’m not gonna do the same thing again. I’m gonna try all I can to avoid having to raise two babies at once. We’ve got enough counting against us as young women from the less-than-fabulous part of new york city. Why would one continue to fuck themselves over? Then again, shit happens (again) right?




really tired. and really not wanting to do much. i don’t mind going back to school, i really do like classes. i just feel like i’m never gonna get out. i’m never gonna make enough money to do anything with my life. i’m never gonna move out of my mother’s house. it’s hard not to get pessimistic when you’re in such a rut. 

too bad there’s only 24 hours in a day.




YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS:

i’m so fucking sick of sharon newman. she’s ALWAYS the damsel in distress. she ALWAYS does the same dumb shit and gets wrapped up in some ridiculous mess. nick is always trying to save her yet she walks right back into danger. as for adam, he’s ALWAYS saying “right here, right now.” he could be a badass villain, in fact…sometimes he really is. but most of the time, his lines are so…predictable and his delivery of the lines is flat too. FUCK THEM BOTH.

i dont get why genevieve is suddenly the most lovely woman on earth. a few months ago, she was this conniving prick who was screwing over kane and everyone. now she’s a wholesome, fit woman? next.

who the hell is this italian chick who’s ruining kevin’s life?! she just came out of left field and is a cheap knock off of the jersey shore chicks. why does kevin always attract the crazy ones? jenna was insane bitch. poor kevin. 

i always have and always will love phyllis (i’ve been watching this show since i was a little kid. my mom got me into it by age 3). she’s always a vixen and always hot. ugh, she’s the shit.

it took WAYYYYY too long to solve the diane jenkins murder case. it was dragged out and it seems like the writers of the show lost their way months ago.

BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL:

has this show just become the Steffy, Liam, Hope show? it’s annoying as hell. steffy should just win for once. let the brunette win! damn, the poor brunettes NEVER win on that show. what happened to oliver?! instead of having that freaky romance between hope and thom, they should’ve brought oliver back. that poor kid was left in the dust. he was actually cute, had decent acting skills and really loved hope. liam just scratches his head and says “i dont know” all the time. he’s annoying.

is it necessary to have EVERY episode show brooke and ridge kissing/in bed/half naked?! i’m over it.

A WORD ABOUT CROSS OVER CHARACTERS:

amber is cool and all but she’s coming across as creepy. she’s like…devoting herself to rick all over again. ridge is being a dick about not letting her sketch out rick’s ideas.

what would be hella cool: deacon should come back to the bold and beautiful and totally fuck up sweet little hope’s perfect life. after all, he is her dad. he should pay his little girl a visit and kill liam…or something like that.

having don diamont play “bill spencer” on bold and the beautiful instead of playing brad on y&r is a mistake. he’s too intense for b&b. and having heather tom play katy instead of victoria is pretty awkward. i LOVE the current actress playing victoria, she’s perfect for the role and i love her classic style, gorgeous eyes and super thick hair. point is, heather tom isn’t a logan girl…she’s really too feisty and smart.

end of rant.