Of Bella Donna and the nothing else that mattered.

Bella Donna

I made her today on Marvel's website. I need to start drawing her sexy details soon... Unfortunately Marvel's options didn't include all the kick ass accessories she's going to have. But I think this would be a good little character of who she was before she decided to be a LEGIT super hero. Bet it blows your socks off. It's ok it blows mine off too.

I also made a fort yesterday for a flyer fooor a shooow that is going to be pretty fucking awesome. I am not totally happy with said flyer so in posting it i am ashamed but that's what happens when your computer fucks off and the show is in a week.


That fort scared the shit out of me when I got home last night...

Gabie's heart: la dee da beating beating everythings cool
Gabie's brain: Oh man can't wait to eat this sushi tomorrow
Gabie's heart: yeah btw that shit is horrible for me ... so much salt dude. so much salt.
Gabie's brain: yeah fu w/e
Gabie's heart: LOL jks jks i Love sushi
Gabie's brain: yeah i bet you do---OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT IN MY LIVING ROOM! AHH!
Gabie's heart: WHAT?! WHAT IS IT! I CAN'T SEE SHIT HOLY FUCK *flatlines for a split second*
Gabie's brain: Oh. Nevermind it's that fort I made before I left my house.
Heart: ......fuck you dude.

undercover slut

These are some of the best covers I've heard lately. I love covers. Duvets and shit, oh baby. What? Not those covers.

Right.

I'm going to post the originals too assuming you've all been living under rocks but your bones appear to be generally in tact so.... except for you, Mr. beetle but your hard shell and miniscule size allows you to go under rocks I'd never dare to venture.
This is some heavy shit. No pun intended.

enjoy.

T.I Whatever you Like

Dead Kennedys Too Drunk to Fuck

Kady Perry Hot n cold

Mariah Carey Fantasy

and of course....

"But Gabie this isn't a cover"

"Fuck you it's my blog."

of late late late lates and late.

Early. Whatever.

It's technically early and this fucking hurts.

I'mWideAwakeItsMorning.

Dear World,

You are utmost frustrating. If I were writing this on paper I wouldn't know who to send it to.

The sky is getting light purple as it is now 7am and the sounds of cars passing North & South on Bathurst is on a steady rise and has been for two hours.

Majority of these people are going to work. Going to keep Canada from becoming third-world. Going to spend the very little of the time we have here to afford the commodities we are conditioned to believe to need.

I'm sending this letter out to the internet because I don't know who else I would send it to.

As a species we are caught in a ferocious struggle between wild animal and conditioner. We put products in our fur. Most of our bodies are bald and I'm sure we're very ugly to other animals. There are species of plant designed to be more attractive than we are to each other. Most of all I feel we lack the balance we once held in the animal kingdom. Snow Geese give birth to a bunch of goslings, a fox comes by and puts 4 or 5 adorable fluffy puff balls into her mouth, takes them back to 3 equally adorable fox pups and we watch as the baby foxes eat the baby geese.

Our children would be food for larger prey.

Witnesses have also experienced great acts of inter-special kindness. Wildlife footage depicts a mother hippo actually saving a gazelle from the mouth of a crocodile. There are sick and dying people in the world and all I feel like I can do is put change into those plastic bottles all over town.

It's impossible to be half as happy as I should be knowing my reality is someone's paradise and yet I don't feel as I will do anything to help them in my lifetime. And the officials I will elect, will not take the right steps to help them because suffering is necessary for happiness.

I will give you fifty dollars to take away my guilt.

Please tell the starving children in Africa who don't have Playstation 3 yet that I'm at a point in my life where I'm feeling a little too angsty to assist them or their country.

But hey! I'm young maybe I'll go through an activist phase in college and go visit Haiti for a week and take a bunch of photos with orphans and then come back here and tell everyone how eye-opening it was.

Speaking of open eyes. Mine can't stay open any longer.

Explain yourself to me world, where do I fit in you and how can I fit there without living knowing my happiness comes at the price of great sadness and pain.

From,

Gabie.

Of Soul Mates and PROOF!

Exhibit A:


Exhibit B:


....just saying!

Girls act too Much/Boys act too Tough...

Enough is Enough.
I thought I had something to write.
I guess I did not.

Show was fun last night. Great bands, great people. Except some guy who is no longer my friend fucked up again and threw a can at my fucking head. I feel like I can safely, without causing any form of disrespect to the disabled community classify this man as Retarded.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_retardation

Yep. Yes I can.

Questioning decisions. At what point is your life actually supposed to start? Anyone? Bueller?

Of Insomnia...

You know what I hate about tattoos? ...I've thought of like 800 great ideas and I want them ALL.

You know what I love about shows? I've been to like 800 in the past two weeks. Frankie Foo and the YoYo Smugglers last night and everythan.. kicking so much ass.

Tonka and Puma, Azores, First Rate People and Face Party on Tuesday. I hope to see all the many many many people who read this blog. So basically, EVERYONE EVER BORN. Ever.

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah I made the flyer.