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It's 10:35 a.m. and there are already skanky white trash hick boys in large herds giving rebel yells down the street. This bodes no good for the day. On top of which, I have a mud mask on my face that smells like bug spray and is slowly pulling my bottom eyelids down towards the corners of my mouth as it dries. Mmmmm. Today I am going to relax ( Read more... )

I was reading yesterday's post and I decided I am not going to be some overstuffed Scarlet O'Hara any longer. Conversely, I am not going to 180 on myself (or anyone who reads this) and prance around like some ninny-pinny hopeful-assed Pollyanna. I will drink my poison and I will wear appropriate knickers at the same time. Fuck wallowing in ( Read more... )

Today is not the best day, but I've certainly had worse. First, I just discovered that my co-worker would likely have two men with "towels" on their heads arrested for suspicion of terrorism activity while simply walking across the Golden Gate Bridge. Then, I read headlines stating that the Terminator is, after so much "suspense," definitely ( Read more... )

So cool. Mates of State and PolyVinyl Records just spent over a week trying to track me, the great and powerful O, down in order to ask permission to reprint the illustration I did for them, in Section M, as stickers. How fucking cool am I? Not only that, but they're gonna give me $. Not much, but enough to get me a new pair of shoes and drunk ( Read more... )

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Shauna is such an inspiration. Or maybe it is just that I am totally unoriginal and can't think for myself. Either way, her list of past crushes sent me off into LalaLand, reminding me of the first boys I ever got googly for. So, for those interested, here's my short list of the men who made me blush, or puke, whichever way it went ( Read more... )

I did that quizilla thing about hipsters and it was totally wrong so I won't do it the honor of pasting it to my journal. *sniff* Emotional fuckwits.

Last night I attended the Federated Indians of Graton Rancherio meeting regarding the propsed casino near Sears Point. I think it's very important to note that I am not- repeat, am NOT- a fan of gambling or in any way reducing your genius levels on the off chacne that you might gain a few bucks. However, as I am Indian, I found I had to look into ( Read more... )

Veronic reminded me of something I have not done in a long time, so here it is: the revision of my cool list. In no particular order ( Read more... )