Button nose
Would you ask someone with brown hair if that was, in fact, their natural hair color?
NO.
But it's incredibly funny.
Anyway, I'm super excited about the purchase of my old/new camera. Minolta XG1. I can't believe I'm listening to this song. Ever since I broke my right thumb, I've been using the spacebar with my left thumb and even when I take my cast off, my right thumb won't do it, or they both do it. It has greatly decreased my WPM (which used to be really high...I remember because I tested myself online in Rurik's room when he was too busy for me. Shot to the heart, Rurik, but at least I got some useful comparative information from it which is now only annoying me). I am also excited that I'm going to Williamsburg tomorrow to take on the goddamn world, or at least Williamsburg. Or at least 66 6th street. or at least the 5.6 cubic feet I take up there. Yes, I just calculated that, and there's a remarkable chance that it's completely wrong. No, actually that sounds about right. If I'm 5'7 and my shoulders are more than a foot across (which kind of bothers me hahaha) and the...deepest? (ew) part of me is less than a foot, it makes sense. the difference between my width and my depth hahaha is 7 inches, which is more than half a foot, but just barely and anyway accounts for the fact that ok nevermind...I might cut this so everyone doesn't skip over the funny things I write.
I don't believe in erasing thoughts, just censoring them :) hahaha. wow ok i'm never going to be funny. Anyway, I'm taking a completely manual camera to a show.....to photograph it. i'm taking a completely manual camera that I haven't used in years to a show to photograph it. GAH! The paper totally expects things of me too, since I got this gig in the first place but that's just because I'm a manipulative go-getter. Not a liar, just manipulative. People should stop being so fucking easily convinced and then they can tell me I'm lying to get what I want, because as of right now, i don't have to lie to get what I want. Anyway, I already have an extension on this piece because, as the editor-in-chief said, it's 'high profile.' GREAT. I love pressure. At least Chuck is gone.
Oh, and I want it to be noted that as of today - I am the only person in our apartment who has yet to have a boy in her bed. It's ok Amanda, it's because they have boyfriends. I just think it's funny; and want it to be recorded for posterity. Why? Because I am comfortable with the fact that I am a boyfriendless, non-whore. Because I noted it, my potential children or (if they never come to be) those who read my really boring memoir will know that on the Ffteenth Day of September in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eight I was not an indiscriminate, dirty little whore.
The Sixteenth and Seventeeth are still up for grabs, though.
NO.
But it's incredibly funny.
Anyway, I'm super excited about the purchase of my old/new camera. Minolta XG1. I can't believe I'm listening to this song. Ever since I broke my right thumb, I've been using the spacebar with my left thumb and even when I take my cast off, my right thumb won't do it, or they both do it. It has greatly decreased my WPM (which used to be really high...I remember because I tested myself online in Rurik's room when he was too busy for me. Shot to the heart, Rurik, but at least I got some useful comparative information from it which is now only annoying me). I am also excited that I'm going to Williamsburg tomorrow to take on the goddamn world, or at least Williamsburg. Or at least 66 6th street. or at least the 5.6 cubic feet I take up there. Yes, I just calculated that, and there's a remarkable chance that it's completely wrong. No, actually that sounds about right. If I'm 5'7 and my shoulders are more than a foot across (which kind of bothers me hahaha) and the...deepest? (ew) part of me is less than a foot, it makes sense. the difference between my width and my depth hahaha is 7 inches, which is more than half a foot, but just barely and anyway accounts for the fact that ok nevermind...I might cut this so everyone doesn't skip over the funny things I write.
I don't believe in erasing thoughts, just censoring them :) hahaha. wow ok i'm never going to be funny. Anyway, I'm taking a completely manual camera to a show.....to photograph it. i'm taking a completely manual camera that I haven't used in years to a show to photograph it. GAH! The paper totally expects things of me too, since I got this gig in the first place but that's just because I'm a manipulative go-getter. Not a liar, just manipulative. People should stop being so fucking easily convinced and then they can tell me I'm lying to get what I want, because as of right now, i don't have to lie to get what I want. Anyway, I already have an extension on this piece because, as the editor-in-chief said, it's 'high profile.' GREAT. I love pressure. At least Chuck is gone.
Oh, and I want it to be noted that as of today - I am the only person in our apartment who has yet to have a boy in her bed. It's ok Amanda, it's because they have boyfriends. I just think it's funny; and want it to be recorded for posterity. Why? Because I am comfortable with the fact that I am a boyfriendless, non-whore. Because I noted it, my potential children or (if they never come to be) those who read my really boring memoir will know that on the Ffteenth Day of September in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eight I was not an indiscriminate, dirty little whore.
The Sixteenth and Seventeeth are still up for grabs, though.