I had a dream I fucked another guy.  In the back of a van or truck with two guys in the front seat keeping watch for us. It was totally animal like an itch to be scratched.  When I woke up I was relived to realize I dreamt the whole furtive desperate act ( Read more... )

I went to a wedding in Michigan this weekend of an old friend whom I met when I was probably seven ( Read more... )

I got a new job.  I am now a part - time assistant to Nick Cave, who is an artist who makes some crazy intricate shit requiring lots of sewing.  There are going to be six of us on staff.  I spend all day alternating between feeling discouraged about my own career (when can I support MYSELF on my art, let alone staff?), and pricking my finger ( Read more... )

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So, after an hour or so of perusing facebook and myspace, I have come to the conclusion that online social networking sites are profoundly alienating.  Like, all the people I would have been happy to forget after highschool are getting married, old hookups knocking people up (thank god it wasn't me!) and posting baby photos, bands I once groupied ( Read more... )

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Today I threw out a green heart-shaped glass jar with a cork stopper.  It has been sealed since I first met my ex-best friend.  It filled the first night of our friendship, with: one blue feather from the Necto NYE 2005 boa, one rainbow wristband, and one essential oil infused twice-folded paper with affirmations ( Read more... )

I got accepted to a show at ARC.  Turns out the feminists like my art.  And by art, I mean disembodied phalanges protruding from the wall.

In an unrelated incident, I sprained my index finger last night.

Ah yes, summer time.  Suddenly, I am fresh out of close female friends.  (This, by the way is why I am so afraid to speak up- some people don't want to hear what I have to say.)  And as such, have not baked myself into a scarlet oblivion at Montrose Beach, nor seen Sex and the City.  Travesty.  I am pale and pun-free.

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