my evening consisted of:

sitting on the couch fending off hernandez, corynn's evil, still testicle bearing, dog.

then listening to raymond talk to hernandez as if he were a mobster.

this is the life of a wild and crazy twenty year old in nyc i guess.

i was reading this thing in the village voice about a dried up pool that has become the congregating spot for all the new york hipsters. the article was loaded with pictures of young dj's, graphic designers, and just general fuck offs in their summer best with captions in which they quoted how they so "effortlessly" threw together these outfits and ( Read more... )

across the street from my work is a place called tea and sympathy. it is an all british compound. essentially they all exist out of that shop to keep their "londoness" to themselves. but my main problem with these particular group of individuals is that the sit in their picture window and stare at me during smoke breaks. especially this little ( Read more... )

im a goof that somehow weasled her way into the italian glamour shoot posing as a hair assistant. fantastic really. the only indoor smoking-air conditioned room i have been in for a long while. plus as andre put it "free booze and hot girls". i only took advantage of the free booze ill have you all know. the fashion world is a riot. a bunch of hot ( Read more... )

im tired of people getting sick.

adventure beginning june 1st.

beauty pagent at the cock tonight. vote for shaquanda cocamulatta.

new projects for the summer-

helping organize...

the mistress new york beauty pagent (prostitute competition, winner last year was miss queensborough bridge),

orchestra of street performers in grand central,

and the circus of enlightenment.

thank you vic thrill.

i think ill make a damn fine sidekick.

last night i found myself on the less-than-gorgeous side of brooklyn, swooning and being swooned by a man far too old for me. but he's so god damn witty. gosh i feel like ive been here before.

bennys tonight! happy cinco de mayo

lyz crump en route to the ding dong lounge

"that devin sawa-looking motherfucker"

im going to miss having the crump at the 551.

i found a disposable camera under my bed today and got the pictures developed. if someone were to judge my life based on these pictures they might think i was a cancer patient who likes to take pictures of people she knows under the covers and has friends that eat a lot of hamburgers in a less than lady-like fashion. that sounds like a pretty ( Read more... )