you can see me slouching in the background. red dress, black bob. also at the bar. oh how tiny!

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You can now listen to Neely & I telling you stories on itunes:

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really.

love.

when i die ( Read more... )

i'm dressed up for my perzine workshop tonight (personal zines for the pensive!) ready to read rollerderby outloud, wonder at the greatness of lisa carver & dame darcy.
&
happy birthday molly.
(if you read this at all, leave me your address, i have something for you)

so so so sick. a sickness that has not gone away for days, a week now maybe. but there was easter, with the rediscovering of the jesus story (the only way to understand is to think of jesus as a political martyr, and judas as a confused man, not being truthful to himself, not quite radical enough. he needed to go through some workshops) but in the ( Read more... )

a lawyer on the bus gave me his card. we talked about hair dye and gentrification. is this a come on? i told him i'd call him if i got arrested during a protest. he half smiled, not sure whether i was joking.

the argument that made fellatio count as sodomy ( Read more... )

ps it is time for the "holy shit it's time to get work done" mix cd. which was made for me by a boy i went to school with. it is mostly techno. i would never listen to this around anybody else or load this on to my computer. it makes me feel like i should be running.

i have an empty house for four nights. there are cream cake parties at midnight and wine drinking at ten am in my fantasies, but that's probably not going to happen. what is going to happen is probably a lot of walking around naked and scrambled eggs.
i miss the summer terribly. make it come back.

there's a reason this was named after me.

oh what a terrible anti-capitalist i am.
maybe i'll make my own skirt, out of baby blanket scraps and embroidered poppies, and i will name it hazel and it will be even better because it will actually be made only for a hazel!
and then i will say poo poo to you, anthropologie!