Hi again. I am moving on Saturday and I guess tomorrow is the day we have to pack up the computer (dear god, no!!). Here are some pictures to keep you all busy while I'm gone:


xox,
Bowie

I got a new tattoo yesterday:

(The unbearable five hour process)


(The owl-tastic final product)

If you live anywhere near San Francisco and want a tattoo, go see Shannon at Lyle Tuttle Tattoos. As you can see, she is the most awesomeist ever.

Hello. Here are some pictures flash_rockman took during our trip down south for Thanksgiving.

My grandparents live in Long Beach. There are a lot of these kind of houses in their neighbourhood.

Here I am at Ralph's with a large stuffed animal.

I saw this on the freeway on our way to Joshua Tree. The sign on top reads "Stop the Insanity". How terribly ironic.

This was a picture of me and my dad in front of his trailer. I thought I should crop him out because I didn't get his consent to post his picture. He said that he just got the Suicide Girls DVD and was talking about how awesome it was and how he thought it was really cool what the site was all about. Then he went on to say that he didn't want me to ever pose for it. I hope he doesn't ever buy a membership to the site. Sorry, dad.

We went to this place in Joshua Tree where someone did a huge art installation a few years ago.

There were a few local hippie burnouts attempting to organize a parade there, but it never happened.

This was one of my favourite things there. It looked like a pet cemetary built out of trash.
I guess that's it. Sorry if you have dial up and I just killed your computer.

Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments on my set. They made me so happy I feel like my heart is gonna 'splode. If I haven't gotten back to you, please don't fret! I will respond to all your lovely comments and emails as soon as I can. Thanks again for being so sweet and welcoming me to the site!
xoxooxox,
Bowie

Holy crapballs! I'm naked on the internet!

Hello again. I don't really have anything terribly interesting to say right now, so here is a picture of me for no reason

I am moving to Boston next month. I've never been there before, but I figure it can't be worse than my last spontanious move. Why in the name of god I thought it was a good idea to move to San Diego for no reason is beyond me.

I need to find a new job. I overhear these conversations at work that make me feel like I'm going to stroke out. For example: "I really respect JLo. She was superb in Anaconda..." This was stated without a hint of sarcasm. The guy who said this rarely speaks to anyone. Every time he does say something, it's totally random and out of context. The last time I heard him talking to someone was over a month ago and I think he was making predictions on what will be "in" for men's wear next season. This from a man who wears the same green Patagonia jacket every single day. "Long hair," he says. "Animal prints," he says. "I used to be a model," he says. I later find out what he meant was "I was almost a hair model in the early eighties". He reminds me of one of those musical savants that function at a first grade level in every other facet of their lives, except he has no musical ability that I'm aware of. Whenever I run into him in the hallway, he gives me this look like I just walked in on him masturbating.
He goes on to talk about Anaconda like it's fucking Citizen Kane. He's talking about it for what seems like hours. "Superb," he calls it. Anaconda is a "superb film". My head is going to explode one of these days. Is this type of thought process contagious? I've been feeling progressively dumber since I've been working for this company.
I guess I only have myself to blame. I sit at my desk reading other peoples magazines when I run out of shit to do. I read the prom issue of Seventeen a couple months ago and found this:

Remind you of anything? What the fuck.