hi!

i would like to start by saying:


i start my new job on monday! i think im most excited about having my own office! weeee!

i found the most amazing place to live, im just keeping my fingers crossed they dont lease it before i get my first paycheck.

i also keeping my fingers crossed on the '63 falcon i have my eye on.....since the original 70s mini cooper i was going to by fell through.....*sigh*

and so, dear perverts, this is where i need your help....

ive been living out of suitcases and boxes since august. i havent had my own space in a long time. i need to raise some money asap in order to obtain those things i have my fingers crossed for

i havent taken photos of everything, but so far here is what ive got to offer:
TOPS

DRESSES

SWEATSHIRTS/SWEATERS/BLAZER/CARDIGAN/ETC

American Apparel

SEXYTIME!

NECKLACES

I GOT THE MOTHERFUCKING JOB!!!!!
I CAN STAY IN COLORADO!!!!
(this job is not an actual motherfucking job)






can someone make it say "new kids on the bailey" pleeease??!

*swoooooooon*

one of the people that interview me today was wearing an X swatch. im very interested in having a conversation with him about whether he knows the significance of it or not. although, in 2008 i cant imagine someone wearing one for any other reason.

it makes me feel old that plenty of you will have no idea what im talking about.

sooo...
heres a photo so everyone feels included in my post



i want to try to do a "stupid tattoo of the day" photo for each post
i worry though, that i most likely would not have to look much further than this site...

i started an art project that was supposed to be a late valentines day gift but has now turned into a piece containing dead babies. im not done with it yet because i need to go buy more babies...

"they're zombies."
"they're strippers"
"they're ZOMBIE STRIPPERS!"


i just returned from an emergency trip to wyoming...i did not realize that emergencies could be solved in wyoming, but when it comes to air compressors, i guess they can.

while there we got the dogs ball chopped off. and i got to watch over the whole thing. it was a bit anticlimatic...took about 20 minutes and wasnt gross, bloody or vile. his little balls were so cute though. i wanted to keep them but didnt ask. what girl wouldnt want a pair of balls in a jar?

the best part was drugging him to put him out. one shot got him wobbly and his stomach empty...we let him walk around for awhile and laughed at him....one shot to put him out. he got very floppy and i thought "this is what he will feel like when hes dead...only cold"
im an awesome parent

he did, however, get back at us by peeing all over the inside of the truck.

for those wanting to know:

i quit drinking because i decdided i needed to get back in control of my body. i dont have a drinking 'problem', i just wanted to take a break for awhile. i realized this the other night when i drank too much and spent the majority of the next day in bed.
im sick of losing total days because of drinking

but at the same time i had a long conversation with someone about how if i decide at some point...a night....a dinner....that i want to drink, that i dont want someone arguing with me

i dont want to have to defend my own decisions to anyone....

and that opened up a heavy door of knowledge that there are A LOT of things i dont care about anymore...good things..thorns and punches in the stomach, eye rolling and bitch slaps

im over it

i picked the wrong weekend to stop drinking....


for so many reasons

life is a funny thing.....always changing.
for whatever reason im super optomistic even though things are pretty much hopeless at this point.
must be the altitude.

this is my only source of income at the moment

life is amazing. even the bad parts.

now a photo of my god in the washing machine



and me looking like a dude
i kinda like it