How to sell yourself without selling your soul.

gonna find another place, maybe one i can stand.

"I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth."

I can feel everything.

The little things.

taking your ass to court

and winning because you're a liar will be really empowering for me.
i really appreciate my REAL friends who will be by my side in this, too.
this is totally unnecessary and you're a fucking liar.

I can't get me no...

a-no no no!

I'm gonna get me some satisfaction.

i'll make a damn smoothie if i fucking want to.

aw poor baby was sleeping this morning at 10 am when i made a smoothie and you waited all day to talk to me about it and i didn't care? awwww. get over it.

already dreaming about my next apartment...

i love wallpaper. and this just took it to a whole other level.
YOWWWWW!

you're either with me or against me.

going to a wedding and sitting in a section of unimportant guests.

getting new apartment and having epic party, weird things about apartment, those cats are not my cats and my apartment is connected to my neighbors-- a wall was missing, but you should expect inconsistencies when you pay so little. wait? i have a new apartment? i better get a job...

Dream Blinds.

watching my parents gut lots of fish and sell them then dump the blood into the street, fights follow, and a softball coach comes to my house and asks me about my childhood...


--that was what i can remember of my dream last night.

exploring ideas of unknown origin. 

also what it would be like if Robert Rauschenberg were my dad and Frida Kahlo were my mother.

aiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

it's only time, child.

with so much time spent lately being sad and wanting-- i have forgotten to remember all of the things i love about being with just me. i love reading to myself. and i love making myself coffee. and i love getting ready when i'm ready to and going where i need to be to do things for myself. i love me because i don't argue with me. i love me because i'm rooting for me. me thinks i deserve the best. and if i love being with me, then other people probably do too, and that's enough to turn my mood around. at least sometimes-- when i allow it.
i'm not conceited. i'm not pompous or hard to get a long with. i am only saying...
i love simple things and simple times and often i just feel like everything good happens to everyone but me. but sometimes things are slow and i have to remind myself that at least i'm lucky to spend so much time on my own without being bothered or pestered. i'm single and i don't have kids and all i have is a list of to-dos and i ought to be thankful of that because that's something special and rare and might not always be...
my life is slow right now. i'm in some in-between places. i'm watching a lot of people swirl around and they have so much going on they can't think straight. but i can think all day long if i want to-- about books i want to read and things i'd like to do on sundays when i have a man-- in the future. and art i'm dying to make... i make myself feel guilty a lot for the things i'm not doing.
i think about these things a lot and i'm very lucky to even have dreams. i'm privileged.
i really am.
and i'm finally in that perfect place again where i can read and be still without my mind wandering...
i finally realized all of this and i don't really think about what i'm "missing" anymore. 
it's not easy to love being alone, but ever so often i actually do-- love being alone.


it's only time.

Valentine's Day...

I love my cousin. :]

We spent the weekend together, being sick.

And this morning, I was greeted with her morning fart.

Love you right back, little baby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. Rao's-- you need me to not only decorate your cakes better, but to proof read. 

UGH.

Lady Gaga by Craig Gleason

 

"Artist Craig Gleason (his website is very NSFW) thinks Lady Gaga looks a bit like George Washington. As proof, he drew famous Lady Gaga outfits on $1 bills as proof. I think he may be on to something.
If you're inclined to purchase one of his upgraded dollar bills, it will cost you $10. Not bad for original art on defaced American currency. More details on his site."

 

Happy.

MoMA

I feel like I am getting sick. Please let me feel better for Merchant Soiree, tomorrow.

Last Semester

hahahahahaha.

the problem with eating dogs... perception.

From:

Why We Love Dogs, Eat Pigs, and Wear Cows. 

this boy sent me flowers, once upon a time.

The sweetest words anyone has ever said to me. 

the only man i need is really black, really hairy, and loves to cuddle.

i was very insistent on ally cat spending the night last night

 

good thing she didn't.
way to spare yourself from total vom city.
person i called last night-- thanks for not answering.
i'm suuuuch a dumb ass sometimes.
ps. kara, this made my morning. i was gonna cry but now i'm laughing. :] loveyoumeanit.

cooped up too long.

Shoshana/Emanuelle.

bluebird

 

 

 panchooooo.

blunt cards are fun, especially when you don't have a life to speak of.