The Buttercup Diaries

2011-10-11T17:52:00.001-07:00

Because Sometimes the Higher Road Just Ain't as Fun

2011-10-11T16:46:00.001-07:00

Okay, so I know that I should be the bigger person and be nice and kind and wish happiness and rainbows on those that have something I want. I know that a Commandment tells me not to grab my neighbor's ass and I know that it takes a bigger man to walk away from a fight. I understand all of this. I also understand that sometimes being bitter just makes me (selfishly) feel better. Example: A person that I'm interested in is not interested in me. I'm okay with that (I'm really not but what choice do I have?). But then this person shows up in my life with someone much younger! I'm at a crossroads. My choices? A) Smile and be polite and be truly happy for this person? Or B) Smile, be polite and notice that I am way cuter than his new beau, a child who so happens to have bug eyes? I know it's not very nice to make fun of those with afflictions. He can't help it that he has a thyroid problem and is short. I'm sure he has a really nice personality (and a very small penis). I should be happy that he has found someone to occupy his time..I should also be rich, living in a brownstone and be independently wealthy. So since none of these things are happening for me tonight I'll settle for being a Bitter Butter Eater and comforted in the fact that patience is a virtue and I'm taller with better hair. I'm waiting, Boo....I'm. Waiting.

Buttercup Cards: You are obviously mistaken...

2011-10-01T19:32:00.000-07:00

Buttercup Cards: Love is Like Prison....

2011-10-01T08:01:00.001-07:00

Owning It

2011-09-29T20:19:00.000-07:00

Today I met the boy (man) I'm going to marry. Well not today. Last Saturday. At a gay bar. Before you get eye strain from rolling your eyes, give me a chance to 'splain. He's a friend of a friend. And when he walked in, he took my breath away. I knew I was going to marry him. One day. In the future. The way distant future. How can I be so sure? I don't know. Does he know I exist? Yeah, he does. Um, because he was grinding his ass against my crotch (in my too tight jeans that leave nothing to the imagination). And maybe I offered a sexual favor later that night when he gave me a ride home. I didn't follow through. Does this make me a whore? Probably. A tease? Definitely. But I can only be the only me I know how to be. So now i have the song stuck in my head. I own it. I own the fact that I'm twitterpated with a boy (man) that I just met. I own the fact that I've already wrote our story, beginning middle and end. I own the fact that when it comes to love and romance, I'm still a 14 year old girl.. I also own the fact that I am going to marry this man, one day. I own the fact that anything that is meant to be mine can never be taken away because I already have it. I just haven't reached it yet. I own the fact that I fall in love on a daily basis. On the train. In the movies. Walking down the street. My fantasy gets away from me. But didn't the great poet laureate of the 1980's once say The Canvas can do miracles...just you wait and see. A Christopher Cross lyric? Yeah, I own that too. Now if your eyes aren't too strained from all the rolling they've been doing, I might just give you an invite to the wedding.

At the Laundramamat

2010-11-11T18:47:00.000-08:00

Welcome to a new section of The Buttercup Diaries where I try my hand a translation. I was in the Laundromat nearest my house today, trying to fold laundry and be as inconspicuous as possible. Whilst folding said laundry, a woman was on the phone screaming at (I'm assuming) her boyfriend en espanol. The only words I understood where blanca (white f) diablo (devil) perro (bitch) and trabajo (work). What I am assuming is some white girl that her man works with has either 1. flirted 2. slept with or 3. both her man. She was yelling at the top of her lungs and by the speed at which she was speaking, I assume she was Dominicana. The only thing I'm sure about in this situation is the unseen white devil bitch. If her man is Dominican and hitting on her then one thing is for certain...she must have a big ass. Dominican's (much like black men) like the butts big.

White People Sighted: A quarter, y'all.

2010-11-07T08:44:00.000-08:00

Before I get into numbers from last night (a little intoxicated again. How could I not drink something called a Chocolate Stout? But I digress...) I wanted to clear up some confusion. I count the number of WP's I see from the moment I leave the house until the moment that I am back in for the night. My day begins when I wake up and ends when I go to sleep..so technically it's not from 12am to 11:59pm. It varies. Yesterday it was from 7:15 pm unitil 12:55 am (I had to make a pit stop at the Chinese Food store and pick up what I hopefully believe is Chicken in General Tso's Chicken and steamed dumplings). With that cleared up, please understand this is a (very) unscientific count. I simply count all the white people I see (one WP here and one WP there. Here a WP, there a WP. Everywhere a WP...)Yesterday's count was a whopping 25. Why whopping? Well, dear B-Cupper, because I went out late and had a big number. Meaning, there were more WP's roaming freely on a Saturday night than during a weekday. WP's were swarming last night. I saw a very cute one as I was walking from the train standing in front of the Jazz Club. He was blond and dread-locked. I usually don't like WP's with dreads because of a fateful week I spent with Roncky in her diggs in WP's with Dread Locks Capital of the World but I made an exception for this one. He winked at me and stopped and talked to him and he's now laying besides me in bed as I type this. Not really, just wanted to see if you were still paying attention. He was cute, 'tho. What was I saying, oh yeah, I love steamed dumplings.

HomOpinion: Slapping asses, Go Go Jams and a Woody!

2010-11-06T15:46:00.000-07:00

Last night I spent a lovely evening with DNix. I received an ominous message from said person that said "Let's Go Out!". I know that if I said yes, I would be guaranteed a night of frivolity, fun and frottage (not really, but I needed another F.) We started out at Boxers NYC, a gay sports bar in Chelsea. I know you're saying to yourself (quit talking to yourself!) a gay sports bar? I know. I know! Gay men believe that they are outside of the norm if they like sports, so they all claim to like sports so people will think they're butch. (Honey, you can watch football all you want but if you're sitting there in full drag, dressed as Peggy Sue Cheerleader talking about how you use to have a tight end and you need a wide receiver...butch you ain't but I digress...) It was a really nice bar, crowded with lots of WP's in sweaters and jeans and hot (temperature wise). It was a normal gay bar..shirtless bartenders, shirtless (and underwear clad) shot boys with sports on the screens instead of gay porn (is there a difference?). We decided not to stay because DNix has a rule. If he can't get a drink, he ain't staying. Since there was only one bar (that we saw. There was also a pizza oven and a counter! WOW! Gay men eating all those carbs. Scandalous!) I agreed so we hopped on the train and went down to Urge Lounge in the East Village. I've been there before, crowded mixed crowd (attractive and unattractive) more diverse (not all WP's, Thugs or Latinos...apparently the only kind of "type" you can be in NYC) and Go-Go Boys. DNix loves him so Go Go Grabs. I, on the other hand, never tip a Go Go (Why you ask? Because everybody else has, I really can't spare the dollar and I'm not guaranteed to get any from him so why waste the effort?) The Go-Go's were hot and the drinks were pretty strong and not that expensive. The boys danced around on the bar and got to a point where all three of them were trying to pass each other. DNix referred to this as a Go Go Jam which I thought was pure genius! Since the Go Go's got all wrapped up in each other (and one in particular reminded us of a queeny, little dance major bitch we despised in college) we popped next door to Woody's (no website found). I LOVED IT!!!! They were playing I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany!!! It was love at first head bop. Cheap and strong drinks, go-go's for DNix and a big and fun dance floor! I met a woman from the Nasty Nati who started grinding on me, two really cute boys my age and DNix totally got some hot grab action in the corner with a hot Puerto Rican! Needless to say (and if it's needless to say, why say it?) I will be back at Woody's for the cheesy music and strong drinks. Hit me up with a comment and maybe you can meet us down there! First drink on me (and by first drink I mean no drink but comment anyway)!

White People Sighted: 36. Justin and his friends are taking over and we're all doomed. DOOMED I say..

2010-11-06T15:21:00.000-07:00

Not really doomed. Just being dramatic. Today (or yesterday actually. I was too drunk coming home last night and it took all my effort to stumble up 8 blocks and 5 flights of stairs to even think about posting my count) I saw 36. THIRTY.SIX! It was a banner day in the hood (and a safe day apparently) with all the WP's walking around. It started early this morning when we were waiting for public transport. TeePee stopped in Dunkin' Donuts and I told her that I had to add an addendum to my rules for counting. She asked why and I told her that I can't count the same people that I see over and over. I can only count new WP's (or WP's I don't remember counting). I told TeePee Justin in Dunkin' Donuts was an example. (TeePee: Who the fuck is Justin? Me: The WP behind the counter at DD. TeePee: Justin? Don't you think it's a bit racist to name him Justin just because he's a WP? What would you say if someone said every black person they saw was Ja'Quan or Raheem. Me: I actually know a Ja'Quan and a Raheem. But for this case in point, his name is Justin. TeePee: Because he's white? Me: No, because that's what his name tag says!) I am going to try to not to count the same WP's twice. I can't promise anything because if I have whiskey like I had last night, then all bets are off! Sunday will mark one full week and I'm going to try to do a statistical analysis. Notice the word try. My undergrad is in theatre. Numbers mean absolutely nothing to me. Unless we're talking inches.

White People Sighted: 13 WP's Jumping on the Bed...

2010-11-04T17:11:00.000-07:00

One falls out and bumps his head. Doctor comes in and the doctor says, "Why the hell are 13 white people jumping on the bed?" Today was miserable and rainy and my first WP of the day was driving in her car and was kind enough to let me cross 145th Street without hitting me. I smiled and was happy that Norma Jean White Woman was considerate considering that it was pouring rain this morning. TeePee and I used public transportation today and I counted three before I got to work and got another three at the restaurant by work and another one on the bus home from work. I think the more I use public transport the more I see. WP's must really enjoy riding the bus and/or train. Maybe I can do a special report and statistical analysis and discover a reason why. Maybe I could be on Dateline or something. But instead of To Catch a Predator it it could be To Count a White Person. I think it would be a hell of a lot more fun than a nasty old man trying to have sex with a 14 year old girl, but I digress...

White People Sighted: Crawling Out of the Woodwork

2010-11-03T18:49:00.000-07:00

Diecisiete blanquitos hoy. That's right. 17. TeePee and I were on an excursion downtown to the local homo-establishment, aka Bed, Bath and Beyond (my price range), and WP's were walking freely without a care in the world. TeePee made me stop counting once we got on the A train because she said that it wasn't fair because they were being shipped out, heading downtown en masse so I stopped. I resumed my count once we headed back uptown and hit the 145 street stop. I felt that was far enough uptown for me to resume the tallying. As I walked up St. Nick, I became excited as my count jump up to double digits! I was so excited that I actually clapped when I hit 14, like a little school girl. I was just impressed that the sun had gone down but the Blanquito's, or WP's, had not. Well, not gone down because that would be another kind of count and I'm sure I wouldn't post those kinds of things here. Who am I kidding? I would...and with photos.

As long as there are WP's to be counted, I will be there counting them.

There is also a very hot, artsy WP that lives in the building next door. He was wearing jogging pants so of course I had to do a Package Check. And I ascertained that he must have been working for UPS because his package was quite nice. And if you don't what a Package Check is then ask your priest next time you go to confession.

White People Sighted: I might have to reassess my standard

2010-11-02T15:26:00.000-07:00

10. 10 White People today..ah..ah...ah. Yeah, I haven't come close to my amazing 31 count from Sunday. I might have to count everyday this week and then average the number. I think the tour bus of WP's really threw my numbers off. Or maybe every Sunday will be filled with WP's touring the 'hood, looking to see how the Other Shade lives. WP's at work have been asking to be counted so I am going to list the criteria for my W.P.S. section.

1. I cannot know you personally (unless we've hooked up but then you would still be a random WP in my neighborhood that I thought was cute. Technically, you're still a stranger. But if you call me back after our hook up, I might have to do a recount but you probably won't call me back so never mind).
2. You have to be a WP in either the South Bronx (SoBro) or in Harlem and not be a WP I know (unless you are a random WP I hooked up with but...see random babbling from #1)
3.You have to be White (Not off white, not cream...full blooded, 100% non-Latino or passing. You have to wear shorts in the winter)
4. You can't be black by proxy (Sorry Mom. Sorry Ms. Black)
5. If you can catch a cab at night in any neighborhood, you definitely don't count.

I hope this clears up any confusion (or causes some more).

White People Sighted: There must be a REALLY BIG SALE at Bloomingdales today!

2010-11-01T18:53:00.000-07:00

Only 4. That's right, only 4. One semi-cute WP at K-Mart, strolling with his chest hairs out and his coat flapping in the wind like it wasn't cold outside. Why do WP's wear shorts in the winter? My hypothesis- the lack of melanin in the skin makes WP's cold resistant much like Bjork and the kid that plays Malfoy in the Harry Potter movies. Just a wild guess...

White People Sighted: Setting The Standard

2010-10-31T10:44:00.000-07:00

As I was walking this morning with my lovely roommate, TeePee, to our local neighborhood coffee establishment, I noticed a strange occurrence. I noticed it out of the corner of my eye as we strolled down the block. In front of us, in broad daylight with a quick step, yoga mat and duffel bag...was a WHITE PERSON! No joke! An honest-to-goodness WP! I was amazed. Coming from the Land of Wynkin, Blynken, Nod and Whitie, it's no strange thing to see a WP walking around (unafraid and with bravado) . But after being back in NYC for a couple of months, I got used to seeing different and lovely shades and hues of mocha-choca chocolate delight. Now that I live in Harlem and work in the South Bronx, I've grown accustomed to only seeing those with lots of melanin in their skin! Well, today, I noticed walking down Amsterdam Ave, a plethora of White People! So TeePee and I started counting and I've decided to keep a tab of my White People Sighted or WPS. Today we set the standard so if on other days we see less than or more than, we can say "Oh, that's normal" or "Wow, there's a hell of a lotta WP's out!" or "Must be a sale at Bloomingdales!". Today we get "Oh, That's Normal" with our standard setting number of 31 WPS. Granted a good number of those were getting on a tour bus and a number of those were speaking French (or German or Slovakian...who knows?) but we still counted them into the standard. We even had a debate about a woman who could or could not have been Caucasian. I say she was Latina, TeePee stated that she was just tan. Either way, her hair was horrible, her clothes looked like not only was she doing the Walk of Shame but doing the Walk of Shame after a night of drunken, Halloween, in-costume sex. We came to a truce and decided to count her only if we didn't see another WP walking down the street because she was number 30. Luckily, we saw two more WP's which put us over our 30 and gave us one to grow on.

Boyfriend of the Day: Camera Shy Mr. Clean

2010-09-04T08:55:00.000-07:00

Oh, my camera shy Lovely, Laundromat Lover. We met at the Broadway Laundromat in Riverdale and our love was like a (laundry) Soap Opera. We glanced at each other over the washing machines and when either of us would catch the other's eye, we would look away coyly. He went to the change machine, I went to the change machine. He would add fabric softener, I would add fabric softener. We finally came together over the rinse cycle. We chatted, we talked and we planned our future together. We both wanted kids and a big house with a LARGE laundry room. Our washing machine would be industrial size, with an extra spin cycle and a our dryer, OUR DRYER, would be most special dryer in the world. Our clothes would be the cleanest, the freshest on the block. We enjoyed our time together and then sadly, Camera Shy Mr. Clean did the unforgivable. He put darks and lights together. TOGETHER! I couldn't believe it. I am not a racist, by no means, but when it comes to clothes I believe the colors should be separated. Colored and White clothes should not mix, ever! He couldn't understand my philosophies and called me archaic and old-fashioned. I am from the old-school Kentucky and I can't change the way I was raised. My mother separated the Whites and Colored and, gosh darn it, I will too! You know what happens when you start color mixing? You get pink underwear! Pink. Underwear! Because we couldn't get over this fundamental disagreement, we had to go our separate ways. I will look back on our relationship fondly and every time I feel the vibration of the spin cycle....I will think of our laundry love affair.

Pre-K Aged Whores and the Drag Queens Who Love Them

2010-09-01T11:28:00.000-07:00

I am in Da Bronx sitting in front of a High Def, plasma television so big that even the biggest of the biggest size queens would be jealous, flipping channels while I get ready to find a Starbucks (with a parking lot)and get some much needed (and long overdue) writing done. I am stopped by two shows. The first being Drag U on Logo. The premise is that DQs (Drag Queens not Dairy Queens though I'm sure they are closely related) from Ru Paul's Drag Race take plain jane women and turn them into Fabulously, Made-Up, Confident Drag Queens? Take a real woman and turn her into a drag version of a woman? Really? Each of these woman have their own sob stories ranging from being an overworked mother to having a sick husband to wanting to put the spice back in their bedrooms. Wow. You wanna put the spice back in your bedroom by dressing up as a woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman? How very Victor/Victoria of you! You're a stressed mother so your solution is to put on too much make-up, have big hair, dramatic eye makeup and enough padding to take on a tackle form a 300 pound defensive lineman? That's less mommy more Mommie Dearest! I had to turn it off because the more I watched it, the more pissed off I became. So turned the channel and came across Little Miss Perfect which was more disturbing than the entire drag queen wannabe wannabes. The premise of this show is to take 3-6 year olds and turn them into middle age whores. The tag line of the show is It's More Than Just a Pageant...you're damn right it's more than just a pageant! It's a pedophile's wettest dream come true! Little girls prancing around, shaking their (non existent) tits and asses for three completely crazy judges in front of a crowd of insane pageant moms. One little girl came out with the announcement of having "too much booty in the pants". She was FIVE! I couldn't believe it. My stomach turned but the channel didn't because I had to find out what was happening with these little girls. They were shakin' and shimmyin' and strippin' (yes, one little girl peeled off her long, lace gloves like a prepubescent Gypsy Rose Lee) all around the stage. Now, I loved Little Miss Sunshine for its comic commentary but this wasn't a joke. All of this was real! Very real. All I can do is pray that those little girls don't grow up to be their mother's and spend most of high school as THAT cheerleader who will let you do things under the bleachers if you tell her you love her and she's pretty. And I pray for those woman who go home to to their husbands and scare the shit out of them. You may have walked in here a frumpy woman but you'll walk out of here a trussed up Tranny! And I said GOOD DAY, SIR!

The Buttercup Diaries #5

2010-07-15T14:25:00.001-07:00

1.ALLO! Sorry about the bleeding ears, B-Cups. ALLO!
2. Shoutouts- Stephen @ Clifton Comics, Anthony Cammarata, Jamie Thomas, Blue Bar, Curt Traveler, DJ Nefaria, Joey Oswald, Ricky Frommeyer
3. Boys Suck! (And not in a good way)
4. I'm MOVING Y'ALL!
5. Cunt'ry Crock-Spread 'Em
6. T-Dance @ Blue Bar (Cheap drinks, expensive bartender)
7. White Trash Party at the Blue Bar!
8. Current Events-Gay Pride in Da Nati!, Gay Racist Guy @ Hamburger Mary's, Baby Laxative, World Cup, Le Bron James
9. World B-Cup
10. Much love to all my Listeners!
11. Become my friend on Facebook, become a fan @ I'm Proud to Be A B-Cup!
12. Song-America, Fuck Yeah!

The Buttercup Diaries #4

2010-07-01T17:56:00.001-07:00

1. ALLO!
2.Shoutouts: Suz Fleming, Laura Blackett, John Simpson, Barb Santel, Rachel & Rebekah Santel, Shawn Maus and the Finnytown Crew, Jessica Roncker & Matthew Cooper, Missy Forey, Devin Nix, Elizabeth Sorrell and Jamie Buckner.
3.Website: www.thebuttercupdiaries.com
4. Add me on Facebook and become a fan at I'm Proud to be a B-Cup.
5. Past events: I GOT MY TATOO!! (Mario Johnston did a FABULOUS job); The Roncker-Cooper Affair; 4/4 @ C&D-The Librarian live PA; End of the Season at the Playhouse; Job Interviews in NYC
6. Ramblings: Hipsters in Williamsburg, Pray for my Grandmother, Whore Phase, Wedding Blackout, Straight Guys (The BBC), Bluebar (Curt Traveler and Roderick Willis)
7. Top Five: stupid, awful, horrible movies that you LOVE and Watch all the Time
8.Current Events: Equinox (Gay Pride), BP, Big Butter Jesus, Gospel of Sodom, Arizona Immigration Laws, Tiger Woods Settlement; Top 5: Funny Movies, The Buttercup Diaries Live!
9.Earsex, WE MISS YOU JESSICA!!!!!
10.Goodbye!!! Till next time...

Top 5 Stupid, Awful, Horrible Movies that You Love To Watch!

2010-07-01T11:25:00.000-07:00

1. Killer Klowns From Outer Space (Creepy as hell but brilliant)
2. Earth Girls Are Easy (With the amazing song: Cause I'm a Blonde sang by the amazing Julie Brown of MTV's Just Say Julie
3. Flash Gordon (because Flash was hot and something to look at when I was 7)
4.Shock Treatment (So awful sequel to The Rocky Horror Picture Show)
5. Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (HYSTERICAL)
BONUS: The People Under the Stairs- I can't tell you how many times my sister and I watched this movie during our summer breaks!

Thanks for the advice: Ode to an Asshole

2010-06-22T13:54:00.000-07:00

Asshole
you truly are
a
big one.
The advice you
gave
I'm sure was
from your
drunken
stupid
heart.
Next time
you
Can keep it to yourself.
I may be
fat
but you're
truly a
dickhead.

Kylie Minogue vs. Butter Jesus

2010-06-16T10:59:00.000-07:00

As the "la la la...lalalala" comes on Pandora and the great Kylie Minogue won't get out of my head, many things to ponder this week. With the melting of the great Butter Jesus I am beginning to question the direction of my life. Specifically the question "How the hell do ugly people have cute boyfriends and I can't even get a date?!" I know, I know. Butter Jesus dedicated his life to preaching the gospel of no trans-fats yet keeping the flava of the gospel, but I'm just confused. And I know you know what I mean. You go through Facebook and look at people's stati and you see they are in a relationship. You then look at their pics and see that they have really hot boyfriends! And you say "But Great Butter Jesus, am I not deserving of such a hot boyfriend?" And then I would be met with silence because Butter Jesus has melted and I would be sad all over again. Not that I'm saying I'm a 10 (more like a 9 and 3/4) but don't I deserve the love of a hot man? Or at least a hot dog?

The Buttercup Diaries #3

2010-06-15T11:07:00.001-07:00

1. ALLO!
2.Shoutouts: Corrina Young, Tracey Plummer, Brian Wylie, Clifton Comics, Stephen Struharik
3. Add me on Facebook, Follow me on Twitter @ButtercupSays and my fanpage on FB "I'm Proud To Be A B-Cup".
4.Recap: Filthy @ Subway (The Librarian and Ian Barger), The Rabbit Hole (Douchebaggery at it's best), C&D (KFrey, The Librarian, Rockatansky, Tim Lachut), The Black Eye Peas Concert (Live Telecast @ Showcase Cinemas)
5. Ramblings, Rants and Raves: Lent is over! Roderick's Birthday Party (Ohio River Water Recipe), Being Gay and Christian and "I don't care what you think about it!", Oh Salmon Joke, If You're Going to Quote Leviticus read the WHOLE chapter 1st, Princess & The Frog, Bloom Where You're Planted, Fag
6. Current Events: Healthcare Reform, RNC Gets Busted at a Stripclub, Tiger Woods, Craziness in NYC after Auto Show
7. Current Reads: Horns by Joe Hill (finished), In The Woods (Tana French), Justice League: Rise and Fall, Chew, Captain Swing, American Vampire, Green Hornet
8. Things to Do: 4/4 @ The C&D on 4/23 with The Librarian, KFrey and Seb Love
9. Song: Hats & Cats by The Fruhstucks
10:Email me Jocardo@gmail.com, Add me on FB and Follow me @ButtercupSays
visit: Jocardo.com, Ronckytonk.com and Racecarproductions.com and download on itunes! PASS IT ON!

The Buttercup Diaries #2

2010-06-15T11:06:00.001-07:00

1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RONCKYTONK!!!
2. Shoutouts: Heather Burr, Justin Eckstien and Elizabeth Sorrell.
3. Overview: Went Down The Rabbit Hole and met Superman and his
sidekick, The Cockblocker! Adonis-One of the 50 best? Really?
4.Tattoo Update: Mario at Lambadi City Tattoos. May 19th-Bring it!
5. Clarifications: Last podcasts joke should be Frank Ghery NOT Frank
Lloyd Wright. Sorry.
6.Ramblings: Gay Christians, Gay Republicans (Blecch), FB Salmon Joke,
Diabetic Strippers and Def Leppard, The KY Kid from The Real World,
Stage Fright,
7. Music Spotlight: The New Models feat. Output Message (remix by Evan
Scott) Label: RaceCar Productions
8.Current Events: Local Teen Appears on '16 & Pregnant"; Washington
D.C. Pushes Bill to Fire Teachers Who Have Sex with Students; American
Consulate Employee and Spouse Killed in Mexico
9. To Do: See the Freedom Center 'Without Sanctuary' Exhibit; 4/4 at
C&D 1714 Hanfield featuring The Librarian, Tim Lachut and Rockatansky;
See The History of Invulnerability at the Cincinnati Playhouse.
10. What I'm Reading: Horns by Joe Hill; Dracula by Dram Stoker; Into
the Woods by Tara French; The Blackest Night (ongoing in the DC
Universe)
11. Visit: Impactdash.com, Ronckytonk.com, Racecarproductions.com,
Jocardo.com
12. email me! Jocardo@gmail.com Tell me you love me or hate me or want
to be my boyfriend. Add me as a friend of Facebook!
PEACE OUT!

The Buttercup Diaries #1

2010-06-15T11:04:00.001-07:00

The premier podcast of the "no-hit" wonder.
1.Welcome! Coming to you recorded from Racecar Productions Studios with The Librarian, Ronckytonk and Patsy The Dog
2. Origin of Buttercup
3.The Great Christ Fried Chicken Scandal of 2010
4.Ramblings: Axiomatic Wordage (The instructions are in the statement), Insecurity, The Cocksucking Nun, Lent Burnout, DJ Lessons,
5. Pissy Day Interviews: Email me with your Pissy Day stories and I will put you on the podcasts! (Jocardo@gmail.com)
6. Current Events: Earthquakes in Chile
7. Visit: Racecarproductions.com, Ronckytonk.com, Jocardo.com
8. Become my friend on FACEBOOK!!!!

Ode To Michigan Fan : I see Your Underwear

2010-06-15T10:22:00.000-07:00

Dear Michigan Fan

You are cute

With your blue shirt

With a big

With your blue hat

With a big

With your boxer shorts

Hanging ever so slighting

Out

Of the back of your

Cargo shorts

With the big M.

Maybe that M doesn’t stand for

Michigan.

Maybe it’s short for

‘Mo.

As I Ho…Sexual.

Just sayin’.

Ode To the Socially Retarded: A Hipster “Too Cool For School” Piece

2010-06-15T10:20:00.000-07:00

Oh Hipster…

You with the too tight jeans

And the porn ‘stache

You, the boy with the

Checkered paints

And the sundress on

God wants you to wear deodorant

You tried so hard

To not look like everyone

Else

And you look like every

Other

Who “tries” not to look

The same.

Outside of Williamsburg,

You are not cool.

You would be considered

Retarded.

The Official BCD Website

2010-06-15T10:18:00.000-07:00

I've been working on this for a while (at least a half a day) and now it's ready to go live. Here it is, boys! Here's The Buttercup Diaries website. This will be the official HQ for everything B-Cup..from podcasts, porn (not really), hot boys (hopefully) and everything that means absolutely nothing to everybody. Welcome folks. I hope you enjoy the ride....