July 29, 2011

Status quo

Yeah, so far, still blows hard. I’m drinking mini wines in a “garden” in a housing complex in Napa, city of- not valley of, alone accepting the fact that I’ve moved out here. I know nobody. I’m drinking mini Pinot Grigios. In full body sweats (all of which rep Martha’s Vineyard). Let me tell you, my self esteem is flying high right now. People here decorate their walls with “wall art” from Michael’s or TJMaxx. I feel bad, but it makes me want to kill myself. They don’t even get sarcasm. I just got a place in Calistoga, California. I’m terrified. Its beautiful, sure, I’m terrified about the lack of anonymity- because I’m fairly certain I will have none of that. Did I mention that I’m chilling in the yard of a stucco a housing complex? Unless it’s Marcy or Lafayette projects housing complexes,complexes are dead to me. And I’m white. And got bucks. And have a huge ass. This shit is too weird.

July 15, 2011
Q
I've had a crazy lust for you since I saw you in drawing class at pratt. Years ago. Sounds creepy but fuck it...
Anonymous
A

wait…is this a joke?

April 22, 2011
So believe it or not, these are two different pictures from two completely different nights, several months apart. Yes they are friends, but one lives in Australia (Band-Aid Face) and the other, well, the other one is me and I live in New York.  Obviously we were both shitfaced, so much so that we both happened to fall down and injure ourselves. Publicly. And we both took some kind of pride in this; like Aussie fell on her face and really cut her shit up, but instead of going home she just laughed and put a bunch of neon band-aids all over her face, whereas I slipped and fell onto some broken glass that hadn’t been cleaned up sliced the shit out of my knee (scar’s still there guys), didn’t notice that I had deeply wounded my leg, ordered another drink and then after five minutes noticed that there was literally blood streaming down my leg. So what do I do? I play with the blood and pose for pictures for a while giving the middle finger because fuck the world I so know what I’m doing and whatever it is, it is totally rad. I am the hardest core and I don’t care. Unlike the Aussie, I was out of luck in the band-aid department- all the bar had was napkins and packaging tape, so I wrapped my shit up and kept on drankin. Awesome! Awesome?….funny…(kinda)..ok lowercase awesome.  See, both of us make an attempt, albeit not the greatest one, but one nonetheless to be functioning adults, yet BOTH of us made these separate images our profile pictures on facebook where it is available to the public.  Sweet guys.

So believe it or not, these are two different pictures from two completely different nights, several months apart. Yes they are friends, but one lives in Australia (Band-Aid Face) and the other, well, the other one is me and I live in New York. 

Obviously we were both shitfaced, so much so that we both happened to fall down and injure ourselves. Publicly. And we both took some kind of pride in this; like Aussie fell on her face and really cut her shit up, but instead of going home she just laughed and put a bunch of neon band-aids all over her face, whereas I slipped and fell onto some broken glass that hadn’t been cleaned up sliced the shit out of my knee (scar’s still there guys), didn’t notice that I had deeply wounded my leg, ordered another drink and then after five minutes noticed that there was literally blood streaming down my leg. So what do I do? I play with the blood and pose for pictures for a while giving the middle finger because fuck the world I so know what I’m doing and whatever it is, it is totally rad. I am the hardest core and I don’t care. Unlike the Aussie, I was out of luck in the band-aid department- all the bar had was napkins and packaging tape, so I wrapped my shit up and kept on drankin. Awesome! Awesome?….funny…(kinda)..ok lowercase awesome. 

See, both of us make an attempt, albeit not the greatest one, but one nonetheless to be functioning adults, yet BOTH of us made these separate images our profile pictures on facebook where it is available to the public. 

Sweet guys.

April 22, 2011

Reality Bites was made in 1994 and it starred Winona Ryder, Ethan Hawke, and Ben Stiller- Its basically about a group of friends and roommates and their weird post college existence. She was a film major at the top of her class expected for greatness, and she finds her self as some lowly assistant. Shock. Theres promiscuity and burnouts and gays and fear of parents and cigarettes and major angst. It has been, good god, SEVENTEEN YEARS since this came out and it could have been last week, what with all the hip 90’s fashion revivals happening these days. I wish my idealistic hipster friends who are incapable of keeping or getting a job looked as good as Ethan Hawke does…

April 22, 2011

When I was in my twenties, it felt like I was riding wild horses, and I was hoping I didn’t go over a cliff.”

Chaka Khan