My Top 10 Things I Love

As suggested by NotAPunkRocker. ❤ It’s hard to think of only 10 things that I love because I love a lot of things. But I’ll try to stick to things that I love beyond reason. Like crazy love.

1.) Books. Whether they be old or new. If it’s a book I want I’m going to be all creepy like and fondle it and touch it and smell it. I’ll probably do that for a few week before I actually read the darn book. My fiancee started telling me that she thinks the books feel rather violated while I do this. I just can’t help it. I’m currently doing this to my recent buy The Sowing by Steven Dos Santos.

2.) The color orange. Almost obsessively. I try to buy as much things as I can in the color orange. Most people find it ugly, I think it’s like rays of sunshine. No they’re not yellow. Look at it again.

3.) I really love nail polish. I have bottles and bottles of it. But what keeps me from buying newer ones are the prices, I need coupons for most. And I really hate how long it takes to dry them so that reduces the amount of times I actually paint them. But I have a lot of bottles and I love every single one of those colors! Especially, for some reason, the blue. I just like how blue looks on my nails.

4.) This guy:


For those of you who don’t know, that’s my baby. Cloud. He just turned two on March 17th. Lol. And yes, he’s obsessed with guinea pigs. He’ll sit like this at PetSmart for hours if he has too, just to watch them. I had a few guinea pigs at one point and I would let him be near them. He wouldn’t hurt them. Just sit and look at them and occasionally bathe them (which they hated). I love this kid with my whole heart and as of this moment in my life, he’s very important to me. The only one in the world who, regardless of what mood I’m in or how much attention I give him, he’ll wag his tail for me and act like I’m his whole world. It’s a special feeling. And it’s a great pick me up when I desperately need one. ❤

5.) Hippos. They’re adorable. Everyone who says they’re vicious and ugly have not seen this:





THAT’S adorable. Cutest thing ever. No argument.

6.) Superheroes of all sorts. I love them. Especially Spiderman. I’m a huge spiderman fan. If you can’t talk superheroes with me then I honestly don’t see the excitement in your life!!! They’re amazing and fabulous and I swear to god one day I’m going to be a superheroes. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but it will happen.

7.) Lists. I think that has something to do with my OCD. I love lists. Whether they’re mine or someone else. I just like them. I don’t know why I bother to make them sometimes, because I toss them or loss them, and I rarely follow them. But they make me happy and they look so pretty all neat and organized like. 

8.) Old Fashion purses. I love them. I won’t buy new ones because I feel like they don’t have the same character as older ones do. So I’ll go to thrift shops, antique stores, yardsales. And I’ll buy a bag there for like $1-2, I’ll be wearing that bag for a very long time. And I’ll make it look good.

9.) Piggy Banks. I don’t even put money in them. I just like having them around. Whether they’re makeshift out of jars and cups or not. If it’s a piggy bank, I want it.

10.) Coffee Mugs. This is my all time favorite thing (not including Cloud). I love coffee mugs. I might not be drinking coffee 24/7 but I love collecting coffee mugs. They’re funny, pretty, cozy. And they just make me feel happy and spazzy. I love them. And I have about 30 of them right now. But I still want more. (Just thought of the Little Mermaid. O.O)

Well those are the my top 10 things I love. This is getting fun honestly. Let me know what you think down below. Leave me anymore suggestions and I’ll see what I can do! Until next time! ❤


My 10 Top Peeves

Okay so I decided to start  talking about my peeves. Mostly so that people could get to know me. Because for some reason I just can’t talk about myself. So let’s start with this.

1.) This is my biggest peeve that has to do with food. When you’re opening a bag of chips or something… Open the whole bag. Like you know what I’m talking about, the chip bag has a side you can open the top from, make sure it’s opened all the way. Don’t just open it part of the way. This literally irks me the most.

2.) If I’m reading a book or watching a show or movie, why should anyone talk to me? This actually happens a lot. I don’t like being bothered when I’m watching a show or reading. It’s the same thing when I have headphones on and suddenly the whole world needs to talk to me. I don’t know about anyone else but this annoys me and I kind of feel like people do it on purpose.

3.) Hanging hangers the opposite away. This might seem a little silly, shoot I even see it as silly. But the moment I see anyone put a hanger in with the hook facing your way, expect me to sigh heavily and redo it for you.

4.) The word Coolio. That’s not even a word but for some reason people like to use it.

5.) People staring at me while I eat a hotdog or a mini microwave pizza. I know that I eat both of those foods weirdly. It almost looks like I’m playing with my food, believe me I’m not. I’m OCD. That being said, I’m performing rituals that I feel need to be done when I’m eating those foods. So please don’t stare. It makes me not want to eat at all anymore if you do.

6.) Dirty dishes that are put into the sink should at least be in a neat order. If you’re just toss dishes into the sink, it’s not going to make me want to clean your mess. Pile it neatly, it shows courtesy for the one who is washing them.

7.) If I’m talking to someone on the phone, don’t talk. Please. I find it rude because I’m already talking to someone else, I am not going to stop talking to that person to answer your question or to have a separate conversation. If I’m talking to someone important like a bank operator and you forgot to tell me something that I needed to know about it. Too bad. You should have told me before. Don’t start telling me and expect me to tell the operator, especially if I am in the middle of telling them something already. I’m probably not even going to listen to what you just said. It annoys me because I know I didn’t get all the information I needed before hand and once again, it’s rude.

8.) People who treat my books like they’re not special. If you’re borrowing my book, I expect you to treasure it with your life. I don’t want to have it back all nasty and ruined. And I don’t want you to keep it for months and months. I think I’m pretty logical and reasonable to expect it back after a week or two.

9.) Dirty carts or baskets from stores… Ew. What else can I say? I believe that stores should clean them up once in a while. I know that it’s just extra work, but I don’t want my merchandise touching something nasty and black that I can’t even identify. I don’t care how crazy I look while I am pulling out multiple baskets or carts, I’m going to find a clean one.

10.) Now this is one of my biggest pet peeves because my dog is my baby. I try really hard to keep him off of people. He gets excited and thinks that everyone automatically likes him. And I know that’s not the case, so I try to keep a hard hold on his leash. But sometimes it happens, and he is able to just on you or put his paws on you. But if you start screaming and swearing that my 17lb dog attacked you, I’m going to punch you in the throat. That’s one thing that will make me borderline violent. My dog is little. He’s not aggressive. He looks no where near intimidating. But I have seen people scream and cry and swear that he has bitten them or growled at them. Right while I’m in front of them. Don’t do that. Ever.

So those are my top 10 peeves! Hopefully I’ll try another list as well!!! Give me some suggestions down below! ❤ Until next time!!!

Book Review: Tantalize by Cynthia Leitich Smith

First of all, let me say that I have done away with the schedule that I had made. I could not keep up with it since I had so much going on. Plus let’s face it. I’m not that organized! So I’m back to my movie and book reviews and my randomness. Sorry!!! ❤

Now let’s talk books. Particularly, Tantalize.


Now I remember reading this book when I was about 19, I think. I remembered liking it but for some reason I could not remember what it was about. So I reread it in a day. Yup a day. I know. All 310 pages of it.

Let me just say this (though I think I have said it before…), I typically hate female protagonist. Most because they tend to make the wrong choices, are hard headed instead of headstrong, they feel like the world owes them something, they gain a love that they don’t deserve… Honestly my list goes on and on. The end factor is, I hate female protagonist most times. That’s my thing, don’t hate me for saying it.

Now, the protagonist in this book, Quincie Morris, I did not hate. Quincie is about 17, just lost her parents, in now the owner of a restaurant that her uncle manages for her until she turns 21, and she’s in love with her childhood best friend who is also a werewolf. Keep in mind, that I never said I liked this female character, but I didn’t hate her. So I will not be bashing her character to bits. She had a few moments where she over sexualized herself. But honestly that was the only fault I found in her.

Kieren is Quincie’s wolf friend. He’s very unique because unlike most werewolves of his kind, he can’t change at will. He’s also in love with Quincie but he will never show it or act upon it because he is afraid of hurting her. I loved this character to bits. Unfortunately, though Kieren’s character is strong and steady throughout the book, you will see it suddenly drop at the end of the book, which makes me angry at the author.

Then there’s our Bradley. Vampire macho. You learn to love him despite him being the bad guy. He wants Quincie to be his bride. And he wants her restaurant to attract other vampires. He had a great potential to be a badass villain. But… just like with Kieren, his strong character suddenly goes down hill and he is defeated WAY too easily in my opinion.

Now I don’t want to give away the story more than I have, I figured that with this book I’d talk more about the characters than the actual story. Let’s just say the beginning was okay, the middle was great and kept you hooked and the ending was right out just plain weak. I rated this book 3 stars on Goodreads. I would have rated it higher had it not been for the lame way it had ended. Though I will say that this book is worth your time and you can enjoy its good moments. 

I’m off for now! If you’re interested in following me on Goodreads, look for Spaztic_Nerd! Check out what I’m reading and what I have read! Let me know if you agree or disagree! ❤ Until next time!

Quick Update

So if anyone is following me at goodreads, I have changed my name to Spaztic_Nerd there since I was tired of people referring to me as The Butterfly. -.- So I went back to the name I use here. So feel free to check up on me there and my reviews.

Also, I was just given a time for an interview so I won’t be having a criminal blog today unless I have some time. Sorry about this! I have plans that never seem to come out for me. Which I apologize for. This month has been pretty hectic and depressing. But hopefully soon I’ll be a little more stable than what I am now.

Also I forgot to say good morning!!! ❤

Book Review: A Tale of the City by Armistead Maupin


First of all, I’m going to say that it’s 11:03 pm on Monday and I almost didn’t post this because I’m still not over my depression. But I figured that I’ll get my butt up and try to be productive, even if it’s just writing one blog. Right?

Now let’s get to the review.

I loved this book. I really did. And as soon as I found out that there were more books to this tale, I went right over to the book store and bought books 2 and 3. 

This book started off so blah. Like you knew that someone was staying permanently in San Francisco with a friend that she hadn’t seen since high school. You knew that the friend liked to sleep around. It was almost boring. But it still was interesting enough to keep you going. As the book continued, you realize everyone is weird and has some fault in their characters. Major faults, might I add. Let me tell you a few: Connie sleeps around, Beauchamp is cheating on his wife, Dede cheated on her husband, Anna likes to give everyone marijuana. See? Major faults. But before you know it, you’re held captive by this book and you can’t put it down. You need to know what’s going on with Mary Ann and did our gay Michael finally find the right guy and what the hell is Mona doing? The book sucks you in. And right when you’re getting towards the end, you start laughing, crying and becoming bewildered with these characters. It became quite a shock to me when I started to realize that I actually cared deeply for these characters and I wanted all of them to be okay. And I cried actual tears when a dead finally happened, even though I was expecting it already. 

I don’t have to keep going. The book is wonderful and it speaks for itself. I highly recommended this book and I gave it a 5 out of 5 on (Feel like adding me there? Look up Glass_Butterfly! <3)

I’m Sorry

I’m sorry that I deserted my blog for about 3 days now. I have been struggling with a lot of personal things. I know that it would help me to talk about it but right now I think I rather not make it public. Just know that I was dealing with a lot and I went through a dark place.

But I’m back now. My writing will go on as scheduled and everything that was not posted up for Thursday and Friday will be posted up this Thursday and Friday! So don’t lose hope with me yet!

I think distracting myself and talking with my friends will help move me along. Lol. So once again, I’m very sorry and I will be getting back on track now that I’m here! Monday’s book review will be up as scheduled so don’t miss out! ❤

True Crimes/Criminials #1: Albert Fish



When I was younger, I never believed in monsters. I shrugged at the notions of real boogeymen, vampires or witches. To me, they were creatures of the imagination that were created for fun. It wasn’t until I grew older that I realized that we really did have monsters among us.

Not imaginative creatures of the night with claws and fangs. But real monsters who looked just like any normal human living a normal life. People you would look at and never guess that they live a double life behind closed doors.

Now that I’m older, when I hear “monster”, one name definitely comes to mind: Albert Fish.

Albert Fish looked like your average little old man. He was quiet, about 5’5 in height, 130 lbs in weight. Pretty much harmless. No one could have guessed that this friendly elderly man had been kidnapping, killing and EATING children for years. I was actually watching a documentary that said that Albert had confessed to about 100 murders. Whether that number is true or not, only Fish knows.

A case that he is widely known for, and is what got him caught in the first place, was his murder of Grace Budd. The story goes that Albert Fish had been living in New York City when he came upon an ad in the newspaper. 18 year old Edward Budd was looking for work at the time. Albert had decided that he would meet this boy, kill him and eat him. He personally met with Edward and his family. Introduced himself as Frank Howard and chatted about the farm he had and the work he needed done. He had instantly charmed the family and had gained their trust. That day, he left without a victim. Letting the family know that he would pick up Edward on Saturday. Though when Saturday came around, Fish had written a letter to the Budd’s explaining that he had gotten busy and would pick Edward up the next day. On Sunday, Fish arrived at the Budd residence with treats from his “farm”. The Budd’s invited Fish to have lunch with them and that’s when he saw her: 10 year old Grace Budd. Instantly, Fish knew he had to have her. So he made up a story about going to a friend’s daughter’s birthday party and he asked if Grace could go with him. Her parents could see no harm in this and let Grace leave with Fish. Grace did not come home that night. By morning, the Budd’s finally called the police. For 6 years, no one knew where Grace was nor where Albert Fish had gone. The case was all together a mystery, but never forgotten. It wasn’t until Mrs Budd received an anonymous letter, which Edward read since the woman was illiterate, that horrifying told of Grace’s end.

The letter read:

“My dear Mrs. Budd, In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma,  Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone. At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1 to 3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak – chops – or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price. John said there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them – tortured them – to make their meat good and tender. First he killed the 11-year-old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was Cooked and eaten except the head – bones and guts. He was Roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At the time, I was living at 409 E 100 St., near – right side. He told me so often how good Human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it. On Sunday June the 3 – 1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese – strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her. On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them. When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma. First I stripped her naked. How she did kick — bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin.”

The police were able to trace the emblem of the letter and link it to a NYPCBA (The New York Private Chauffeur’s Benevolent Association). A young janitor working there had told the police that he had left paper and envelopes in Albert Fish’s room. And in December 13th 1934, Albert Fish was arrested.

He never denied the murder of Grace Budd. And once his picture was printed in the newspaper, more people were able to identify him and link him to other crimes. Like the disappearance of Billy Gaffney which happened a year before the death of Grace Budd. When questioned about Bill Gaffney, Albert said:

“I brought him to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where I took him. I took the boy there. Stripped him naked and tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag I picked out of the dump. Then I burned his clothes. Threw his shoes in the dump. Then I wlked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 a.m. and walked from there home.

Next day about 2 p.m., I took tools, a good, heavy cat-of-nine-tails. I whipped his bare behind till the blood rap from his legs. I cut off his ears, nose, slit his mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out his eyes. He was dead then. I stuck the knife in his belly and held my mouth to his body and drank his blood.

I pickjed up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then I cut him up. I had a grip with me. I put his nose, ears and a few slices of his belly in the grip. Then I cut him through the middle of his body. Just below the belly button. Then through his legs about 2 inches below his behind. I put this in my grip with a lot of paper. I cut off the head – feet- arms- hands and the legs below the knee. This I put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach.

I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey and pee wees and nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good.

Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut of his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy.

In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was a sweet as a nut, but his pee wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.”

Police had Fish examined by doctors, who were able to diagnose Fish as legally insane. To give you an idea as to way they came up with why he was insane, Albert had confessed to sticking needles in his groin area. When they took xrays, doctors could see 29 needles right where Fish had left them.


Fish’s kids also told police and doctors about how Fish would hit himself with a nail studded paddle and would constantly punish himself. Though doctors claimed these reasons made Fish legally insane, the jury wanted to see Fish killed for his actions even though they all agreed that Fish was insane. Albert Fish was killed by electrocution at 11 pm January 16, 1936.

And so ended the terror of Albert Fish. That, my friends, is a real monster. Though I can’t be sure if he was in fact insane or sane by our modern standards. All I know is this man’s words bring chills down my spine in a horrible way.