Bring on the rain, bring on the THUNDAAAHH!!

I've briefly mentioned my alter ego Tequila thunder when I introduced you to Penelope.

Tequila thunder was born almost 2 years ago. We were at a friends house and our friend Kevin decided to name drunken me, Tequila Thunder.

Dressed as Tequila Thunder for a Halloween party

Watch out! There is a storm comin'!

"Bring on the rain, bring on the THUNDDAAAH!"

Tequila and I are pretty tight, we've been friends ever since i decided to leave the Captain, Captain Morgan that is. During high school we had a pretty decent relationship but decided to break it off once he started to make me sick. That's when I met Tequila. He was good to me, fufilled my alcoholic needs as a 19 year old girl and tasted absolutely delicious.

Everyone knows about beer muscles, well tequila used to give me mexican liqour muscles. I thought I was the invincible woman and had a big mouth.

We would go out dancing, have a few drinks and after a few shots of Jose I would be making out with my best friend and planning on punching the next bitch who rolled her eyes in my direction.

Tequila thunder doesnt only fight, she loves.

Hence the making out.

I get friendly when i drink, really friendly, and like to show my affections with my tongue. Don't judge. If your nice to Tequila Thunder she will be your best friend and probably try to shove her tongue in your mouth.

So here we were, hanging out and having a great time when booze decided to take over my life. After a few drinks to everyones suprise (I wish you could notice the sarcasm here) I get drunk and really "friendly"'

The next morning I'm browsing through my camera only to find pictures of myself sitting on our friends fiances lap giving her kisses and according to my boyfriend assuring her that i would never break into her house and try to beat her up. I guess I was telling her stories of a previous occasion where i went to a girls house and attempted to break in through the window after she wouldnt open her apartment door. I did have a good reason, kind of. She stole 500 bucks from my best friend. The cops came, i told them the situation and how i wasnt going to ler her get away with it. I avoided being arrested but my friend never got her money back. I swear I'm only crazy when it comes to certain situations.

That's when Kevin comes up with the now infamous name among our friends. "Whats the weather like tonight Kayleigh? Is there a storm brewin'? Bring on the THUNDAH!"

As much as this story makes me look pyscho, im really not, I may have been then but i wouldnt do something like that again. I already had my encounters with the law and luckily got away with trying to harm a few people.

My luck doesnt run so well when it comes to speeding and parking tickets but that's another story.

Tequila Thunder caught on fast, now whenever we have a party or go out my friends and my boyfriends friends try to force her out. Its really not that hard. She can be a good time.

Anywho, this is the story of how Tequila Thunder came to be and Im stickin to it.

Im not clever enough to think this shit up on my own.

Blogging...its a different kind of drug.

Its been almost a month since I've blogged?!? Holy shit! That must have been why i had the sweats and the shakes yesterday.

Blogging withdrawals.

It's a different kind of drug, you know. . . that good shit. Getting high off your thoughts as you write them down for yourself and anyone else to read. Putting yourself out there, it gets addicting. Combined with my personal addictive qualities and my families history with addiction, I'm hooked.

Well fellow bloggers, Its been so long because I've been busy making a photography website/blog.

My job sucks and I'm hoping i can make something out of this picture taking business. Why not make money doing something i do every day for free anyway? The only problem is, until i can get my own domain name im using wordpress. Wordpress and I haven't been on speaking terms in a while so I'm a little rusty and its taking longer than i thought to get my site up and working to my high standards. God damn themes don't want to cooperate with me!

Well here are some pictures from my party, i was a little drunk and forgot to break out the camera early. Unfortunately we have no pictures of lady gag gag all bloody and taped to the table but trust me, she was there!

Black light beer pong. I took this picture with my phone.

Best costume of the night! Next year I'm having a contest

I was trying to be a tiger. Not very scary.

Notice the unicorn horn in his mouth. He was practicing for later.

Fire!!!

Beer pong funnel that i never got to use.

The graveyard.

Some of the decorations

So that's the party if only you could have been there to get the full effect of how awesome it was. Between the punch bowl, Jello brain and all the jello shots my boyfriend was handing out I was feeling pretty damn good.
Now i will leave you with some pictures of a sunset. Hope everyone had a great Halloween! 

A tale of a Cereal Killer.

For my Halloween party i came up with the basis of a story behind the decorations surrounding my fireplace and my clever minded friend gave insight for a more interesting story than i could have ever discovered on my own.

Al Koholic was a lonely man who love his cereal, but liked it better dead. Every morning Al would crack open an ice cold PBR and pour himself a scrumptious bowl of Kelloggs products, yet it simply could not satisfy him. The snap crackle and pop just had to stop! He then discovered the only cure for his impotence was to gaze into the microwave as he nuked the shit out of his breakfast.


He needed to kill the cereal!


One morning after enjoying a particularly satisfying bowl of Fruity Pebbles, and of course a frosty beer, Al was coming to a finish and exploded. His seed shot out of his tiny privates with such force it sent him hurtling backward into the fireplace, as if he were a midget wielding a fire-hose. The flames shot up around him and in his last thoughts it occurred to him, he would still be alive if only he drank enough to disable his penis.


Now he waits, thirsting, trapped in the mantle for all eternity plotting to steal your beers.


The only way to stop Al Koholic from murdering your cereals and stealing your beers is to DRINK IT UP!

Yeah I know we're fucked.

We're also talking about the same girl I was paired up with for a High School project, we ended up making a video of us trying to stick a bottle of Ant Jemima's syrup up each others bum holes. We ended up becoming friends for life, mostly because she makes me feel sane. I'm pretty sure we got an A on the project.

These are the only memories that make me miss high school.

Some other pastimes we have include coming up with twitter hashstags such as #drunkencrafts and #sobercrafts while making decorations for the party.

Growing up my mother overdid everything. If she would decorate, throw a party or even cook a thanksgiving dinner it always has to be the best. She should have been on an HGTV show, i would watch it.

I acquired that trait from her as well as many other awesome personal and physical pluses.

Since my mom tried to out due every trend or party with a limited supply of funds and would always succeed, I ended up acquiring a love for awesomeness.

My boyfriends 29th birthday i threw a Harry Potter themed party complete with Hogwarts Express, Quiditch, a wand shop and more. I've thought about become a party planner since every party i plan is the highlight of my day, but i don't know the right people and don't want to have to go back to school since education and I aren't exactly tight.

I was that kid in class with all the "dumb" kids, we weren't dumb just semi mentally challenged.

Don't be jealous because we got to use calculators during math exams.

Now that I've gone completely off subject, lets get back on subject.
 
I love parties, partying, booze, people, music, life and I'm hoping this Halloween shindig going down at my house is going to as epic as I plan on.

My boyfriend let me invite whoever i want and is letting me decorate the entire apartment, being the crazy person i am i feel I've come up with some great ideas.

Lets see how long it takes for the boyfriends anxiety to make an appearance. Should I have a bet going on?


It would have been cool if i could do a haunted house but i think I'll have to tackle that project next year. I've already been running around like mad woman trying to get all this stuff done by Saturday. Unless the man wants to be in charge of the "haunted garage" but i doubt either of us will have time and i don't want it to be lame. Not that he would make it lame, i just feel i would need to be there to supervise.

So here is the basic story behind my semi-haunted apartment.

It begins in our yard, as you walk into our custom zombie graveyard everyone who has confirmed they're coming is provided there own gravestone. Some say its bad luck for me to provide there own plot in our yard, i say its Halloween so get the fuck over it.

It's also bad luck for a black cat to cross your path and I have one of those.

So i guess my apartment is just going to be full of bad luck.

Anywho,  we're also going to collect sticks, stones and whatever else we can find to make the entrance of our apartment look blair witchy-like.

When you walk through the door you'll see blood dripping over the plastic sheeting covering our walls to resemble Dexter's kill room. Our Lady Gag Gag blow up doll will be strapped to the table as her alcohol filled jello brain is lying next to her.

Around "dead" Lady Gag Gag will be white keg cups set up for black light beer pong since we will be replacing all our lights in the kitchen with black lights.

I think i might need to have a few practice rounds before the party so the host can kick some serious beer pong ass.

When you walk into the living room our couch will be pushed aside for a dance area. As soon as we decide its "dance-party" time we can all break it down with our best party moves however, before then we'll have scary movies playing on our flat screen. The fireplace will be decorated creepy fun style along with the story about our ghost Al Koholic.

Hopefully everyone will be ready to obey the rules and DRINK IT UP!

Lets make more brown.

I am by no means the darkest skinned girl around. However, i am Puerto Rican so when summer comes along or i decide its time to hit a tanning bed i can get pretty brown.

I usually find a bronzer that suits my skin tone, the kind that doesn't make me look fake and orange. I hate seeing those girls who go tanning and then choose the makeup that makes them look more like a pumpkin than an actual person. I know Halloween is around the corner people, but for an everyday look id rather not look like a jack-o-lantern.

For some reason whenever i find a color that matches my skin tone best, i get the privilege of using it for a few months and then they discontinue the darkest color. This pisses me off,  im picky about the shit i put on my face since i break out easily, especially during "that" time of the month. I don't need my skin to be more oily than it is, and proactive doesn't work for me, just ask the cysts that decide to make an appearance on my face every few years.

So my question is, what do black people do? If i cant find a the right dark color makeup for my face, do I have to special order it or something? If that's the case, its bull shit.

Why can't i just go down to my local convenience store and be able to pick out the right brown color bronzer? Not everyone is light skinned, and even those people who are naturally light skinned, most of them go tanning. Everyone these days wants to be tan, so why discontinue these colors? It looks kind of funny when my body is one color and my face is pale as fuck.

Everyone has different skin tones whether it be yellow, white, black, brown or pink. How about we cater to everyone, that would be nice. All i'm looking for is convenience, I don't want to have to pay 40 bucks for a bronzer in some magazine when i can get it for 10 dollars down the street.

It's not like where i live isn't diverse enough, and even if it weren't the town over could be. Ever think about that? I wish i didn't have to wear any makeup, now that would be convenient, but that isn't the case.

So makeup providers and makers please give me the opportunity to keep buying your product by not getting rid of it. If you want to, ill buy out all your product in bulk. That way i don't have to go to the store ever again. K thanks!
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