The start of something new. This is who I am.

Hey all :)

It's been a long time, hasn't it. I have been updating FB and HNN a lot but I have seriously neglected this blog.
Due to recent events, I have decided to make this a diary of sorts. A place where I can talk about more things than just horror or entertainment news. A place that I can express myself and show who I am without all the glitz and glamor (like there ever was any haha)that you normally get on my other websites. In simple terms, this blog is gonna be about me. Just me. In all my weird, abnormal, hectic, complex, and psychotic glory. So I will start this off and open up a little but about who I really am, what I really do, and give you an inside look at where I came from in comparison to where I am going.

I was born on May 3, 1982 to David and Laurali Green (now Laurali Phillips). By all accounts I was a pretty ugly baby if you ask my parents. I had a huge mouth and my head had just enough hair to give me a mohawk. We moved to Mastic Long Island and my childhood could have been called typical until things feel apart. My parents separated and I lived with my older sister, Mother, Grandmother, and her filthy pig of a husband. I won't get into to too much why he is a filthy pig but let's just say if you ever meet an old fart in New York (probably)named Nicholas DeMarco, feel free to spit in his face. Just to be on the safe side, ask if he was ever married to a Sherry Eaton before you do it otherwise some poor guy had his face spat on for no reason. We moved to a little shit of a town called Pueblo, CO and then Las Vegas, NV. I became a pretty troubled kid and by the age of 13 my mother kiced me out of the house to live with my father. I stayed with my uncle until Dad came home from Korea (military man. God Bless our troops) and we moved to Enterprise, AL. This is when I found out I had a little sister and my Dad was a single parent just as my Mom had been with us all those years. I straightened up for the most part but when he decided to move to California, I returned back to Vegas where I fell back into bad habits. I left home when I was 16 and moved back to AL by myself. At the age of 17 I got pregnant with my twins. HOLY FUCK did not explain the feeling I had when I found out that I was not only pregnant but I was having two. My boyfriend's name was CJ and he was the most head strong, buttfaced, crappermouthed, awesome kid I had ever met. He would become the love of my life and the epitome of heartbreak at a later time. We were homeless during my pregnancy. One night I had to sleep behind the dryer of an apartment complex's dryer in the laundry room and realized that I was going to end up dead along with my babies if I didn't change something. I moved back to Vegas alone at six months pregnant and had two beautiful but tiny babies boys one month later. I had just turned 18 three days before their birth. One was 2lbs 6oz and the other was 2lbs 8oz. In a series of VERY careless and unfortunate events, I almost lost both babies. They survived but with some serious health problems. (They are doing awesome now but both still have serious conditions due to hospital negligence. I don't want to go into those as this would be the longest blog post in history.)
CJ and I couldn't be together and his drug problems got worse so we broke up. I met another man in this time and had a son with him. When this man and I were months away from our wedding (while I was just newly pregnant) I lost one of the fetuses and fought to save the other. Days afterward I found out this man was sleeping with every female who didn't have a nickle between her knees and left him. The lies I found out after this cemented the fact I would never be with him again. The other fetus survived. This one was full term and awesome as well. I was a single Mom of three boys at the age of 20. One year later, as I was still holding out hope CJ would straighten out and we could be a family as we had still talked about, he was found murdered on a country road in Henry County Alabama. My heart died that day...
The only thing that could even become a positive about this would be that I now have a burning passion to help victims of crime (which explains my constant talking about it) and that I have the greatest best friend which is his Mama, Doni Mobley. Everything else, well.... this is a pain that no one should have to feel in their lives.
To move on from that... Later I met another man and on our first "encounter" I made a beautiful little girl. FINALLY a girl!!! Woo hoo!! Yes, I have tied my tubes since then. Due to MANY circumstances (which I will not go into due to the fact I just DON'T want to talk about it) it ended. I was now the single Mom of four beautiful, awesome, and rambunctious children who I lovingly call my gremlins.
I stayed single for three years to try and clear my head and reverse certain damages until I slowly started dating again. After a few casual encounters I met this last one. He was pretty much perfect for me except for one thing... I still haven't figured out what that thing is but needless to say, we didn't work out after 1.5 years of trying. Well, I tried. He kind of just said he did. I won't talk bad about him although I am pretty hurt by the way things ended up. Less everything that has happened, I still care.

Well, there is pretty much 70% of my life right there. I left somethings out for different reasons including that I will probably relive them in these posts and don't want to be redundant or that you may already know them.
As for who I am now??

Hi, my name is Dai and I work in the horror industry as a website "headmistress"/writer, a script doctor, podcast host where I talk about entertainment, am currently in school for psychology and taking criminal justice classes, and a mommy of four amazing kids. I have been in movies, comic books, and even do a voice over in a hip hop song.
My favorite colors are black and red, I eat LOTS of Italian food, I HATE mushrooms and bacon, I laugh at pretty much anything, certain commercials make me cry, I listen to pretty much all music, I associate smells to weird things (the other day I thought my kids' bedroom smelled like old man pants. It really did), I make fun of myself MORE than anyone could possible do, I fall a lot, I don't drink alcohol because my body hates it and am pretty seriously against drug use (it kills too many and destroys the lives of most) and I collect the strangest things. I will go into that last one later. I am also a HUGE dark/horror art freak. Oh, and I am a spiritualist who loves to answer the door for Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses because they entertain me.
I think that is about it. If you have any questions, let me know and I will answer them. I hope you guys enjoy reading this blog. It may be strange at times but it will always be honest.

Thank you guys and I will see ya soon!
Dai