So the honey mustard. Maybe six months ago the lovely Aja Reed told me a poignant tale about how, for her twentieth birthday she asked for only the delicious, delicious honey mustard from Claimjumper and no one got it for her. I filed this useful information away, awaiting Christmas when I could drown the bitch in honey mustard ( Read more... )

Great, now all of you assholes are disenfriendchising me because I like to sit in the back of a church sometimes. Fine, fuck all y'all, I was going to tell you about the telemarketers but now I won't ( Read more... )

I've been sleeping in winks all week what with work and school, not looking forward to today when I had to open, then proceed directly to the memorial service for a friend/customer. It was at their house so I knew I would flip out because that meant a lot of people crying in close proximity and no Lord's Prayer or anything, which thanks to my ( Read more... )

On Monday I felt like I wanted to give up so on Tuesday I had Jenn cut my hair off and dye it black and white. Some people don't recognize me right away, like Ossina for example, did not know I was me until I made cat calls at her while she was working. I am a member of the No recognizer's Club too, though. I look in the mirror and wonder who the ( Read more... )

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If I have learned one thing from the neuroscience phase I am going through, it is that you should never give a loon an understanding of their brain. The loon in question is of course myself and every day I am learning the reasons for everything I have ever done. Or felt or thought. But not the big reasons, the whys-my-hearts-brokens and the how- ( Read more... )

Shit boyee, I am tired. I am tired, tired of work, tired of school, tired of malnutrition, tired of quitting things, tired of not getting enough sleep, tired of the crazy, tired of Dr. Vanilla Latte, tired of the teen machine, tired of disengaging, tired of this empty apartment, tired of being afraid that I'm going to get nerd-raped by this wanker ( Read more... )

I always want to french the cable guy who visits a new apartment after I move. The gifts of internet and television are worth at least that.

Bad Idea ( Read more... )

My birthday party was the sweetness, sweetnesses. Wait until the pictures surface, it was incredibly radical. I decorated our apartment like fashion show meets silence of the lambs with all this draping fabric and back-lighting. Even the cocktails were fancy and I'll be damned if they didn't match the glowing red and black light bulbs in all the ( Read more... )