JESSICA ♥ LEIGH
"i am a weekday on weekends..."
41 years old
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. 41 years old (a to-the-tee virgo)
. a queens, NYC native/current resident
. a <?php is_wordpress(‘developer’);?>
. a very colourful ex-raver who never outgrew her punk/goth/alt phases
. an annoyingly emotional SPORTS fan
i love, love, love:
oscar (my cat), the 80’s, the 90’s, HOCKEYYYYYYYYY!!! ♥ the ny rangers ♥, the ny mets (although they constantly break my heart), going to shows, hanging out with good people, painting, collaging, hiking, biking, graffiti (an observer), body mods, bike mods, iced lattes, cold coors lights, reading, binging streamed shows, nostalgia, ikea, autumn, horror/halloween, making rad jewelry (#UNRULEDclub), making rad mobile wallpapers (666@UNRULEDclub), bargain shopping, nail art, etc.
MUSIC = LIFE
i felt kinda corny noting the “i never outgrew my phases” thing up top there, but it’s still true. before pandemic happened, going to shows was still a big chunk of my social life. i love concerts and all that comes with it. it’s how i’ve made a lot of friends over the years, it’s a good outlet for stress and a workout, it’s fun to dance, you get to see your friends in one place, you run into old friends randomly, you make memories, you see your favorite bands live – you can FEEL them singing in your feet. that shit makes my cold, black heart so dang full.
♥ ♥ ♥
anyways, i mostly listen to: punk, ska-punk, ska, *some* pop punk, 80s/new wave/post-punk, synth-pop, heavy metal, house music, screamy shit (screamo, post-hardcore), 90s alt rock, 90s pop music (i mean, i was coming of age/teenager back then…), early/mid 90s hip-hop/rap/R&B
i’ve had personal websites since the late 90s, and while i’ve tried to break up with them, i always come back.
i don’t use my blog(s) the same way i did years ago, but it’s always therapeutic for me to write (even if not all posts get published). this site isn’t meant to be a self-absorbed display of my life on a plate – i honestly love sharing cool shit i find, or ideas/stories people can relate to. sometimes you just have to get things out – my ways are through art and blogging.
i used to be a part of a rad codey/design community, and there were really cool people that had websites just like this, and that’s how we all met each other. i’m honestly still in touch with a lot of those folks, for the most part. while many of those fell off of the entire website lifestyle completely, i code websites for a living, not just for fun. it’s good for me to keep up code skills creating and maintaining websites, SO here we are. still bloggin’ two decades later.
while comments are now off, you can always use my contact form to say hi. i really do like meeting people through my site(s).
lastly: not to be totally morbid, but when one of my sister’s longtime boyfriends (who i always considered a friend) passed away back in 2005, i found myself going through his xanga a few times over the years. he was hysterical… it made me feel like he was still with us, you know? it was comforting to read all of the funny shit he spewed. i guess if anything ever happened to me, maybe someone i care about would potentially have that feeling reading my site.
– this domain name is the title of a deftones song.
– “thunderstorms could never stop me” are lyrics from the from first to last song “emily”.
i’m sorry this site isn’t mobile friendly… but neither was myspace. 😉
thanks for dropping by!
(well, most of you… go away, fattyfattyboomboom)
let’s be friends?
no thanks to my stalker, i’m not quick to give out my contact info anymore. i do have a contact form if you’d like to reach out, but if for some reason you’re looking for me elsewhere online, my accounts are all private. i really only use twitter and instagram for social media. pinterest/tumblr too, but rarely. if you see me anywhere else that isn’t a private account, it probably isn’t me — steer clear.