I like getting stoned and listening to The Clash.

I'm in love with Napalm. What kind of amazing girl takes you to Noah's Bagels at six in the morning after a night of hardcore drinking? Goddamn, I said goddamn!

Look.

Oh boy. After this past week I'm surprised I'm alive and breathing. I'm kinda falling into a existential crisis. I don't really know why but I am. And let me tell you that the drinkin' ain't helping. Eeh, I don't want to talk about it, it's boring.

The most important thing that happened to me this week was Napalm proposed to me. I of course said yes. See pictures below.

And! I began shooting what ToniJ says will be the greatest SG set and most comments of all times; Drinkin'. Also see below. Heh.

I can't type for shit right now so I'm just going to leave y'all with some pictutres and a reminder of next Saturday's Global Anti-War protest that you have no excuse not to go to because it's fucking global.


These are good, I promise:

Thanks to tonyknipl for the condoms. Definitely made my life a whole lot sweeter.

I have recently become a very busy young lady. Today was the first day in weeks that I have been able to sit down and shut off my brain.Thank god for it, it was well over due.

I've been sick for about a week now. Today was most likely the worst of it. My voice is completely gone. All day, I've had to write, text, type and or use my mad sign language skills to communicate. I'm the closest thing to mute and I've got to say, it's pretty humbling. I attribute the sickness to working myself so hard. I have been subbing non-stop. When I'm not subbing I'm at school. When I'm not at school, I'm studying. When I'm not studying, I'm working on the radio show. When I'm not working on the radio show, I'm working on my writing. If and only if all that gets done, I allow myself to drink. I've given up sleeping and eating all together. It sounds awful but it's not so bad. This is the most productive I've ever been, I'm actually proud of myself. And up until recently I haven't allowed anything to distract me.

A couple days ago I was writing down spelling words on the blackboard and my chalk fell. When I bent over my skirt's zipper busted. I totally didn't realize it until I heard giggling and one of my student's whispered to me that my undies were out. The slit in my skirt, more or less, reached from my mid back to my thighs. Here's the really bad part, it just so happened I was wearing Sponge Bob little boy briefs. In my moment of shame and humiliation all I could think of was free recess, It was definitely the Sponge Bob riding a motorcycle across my ass that put the icing on the cake (don't say it, please).

Well, I'm going to get back to my chocolate soy ice cream orgy. But I will leave you with something just as filthy.



Pictures from last night;

The highlight of my night had to be when Lovette poured whiskey in my eyes.

I just got back from the outdoor antique market. I love waking up early on sundays. I bought a Bob Dylan record, a vintage dress, a skirt and a shirt. I get such a kick out of the outdoor market.

Yesterday I shot a new set with Napalm. We'll be hearing more about that soon, hopefully.

Earlier yesterday I was at the laundromat and for some reason the combination of the weather and circumstance and a peculiar sensory overload, a rush of specific vivid memories came back to me. They weren't bad memories, it was more like nostalgia. Anyway, it resulted in me bursting into tears in public and running home. I cried for like an hour, I haven't had a good cry in months. I think it was mostly owed to how much I hate something in my life that's just out of reach, something that I want desperately.
Afterwards all I could think about was how fucking ridiculous I must have look running out of a laundromat crying.

In other strange news, I have a new job. I am a substitute teaching 4th and 5th grade. I got the job through my school. It is probably the most outlandish thing that I've ever done. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be a teacher. I've never worked or even been around children in my life. They frighten me mostly and I have a hard time understanding their logic, but you know, it's bazaar but I'm actually loving it. This is bad but I think it's sorta a power trip for me. I never really realized how much I like being in control. And the kids aren't so bad, they're actually kinda in awe with me, it's cute. I'm kinda in awe with myself right now too, I've never jumped into something so unfamiliar and dominated it so well.


I need help with my next tattoo, which I'm getting soon, god willing.

I'm getting the text on both forearms where the white line is. I can't decide whether I want to have the text faces up towards me, so I can read it or so when I put my wrists together and down someone who is not me could read it. I also cannot decided whether to get the font in american typewriter or times new roman. Also, does anyone have any stories about their experience with light pigmented tattoos?

Don't forget to listen to SuicideGirls Radio tonight and every sunday from 12 to 2 am. You can stream from Indie 103.1, here or from you iTune's radio player.


Ps. This is for Napalm, because I love her to death.

Pss. Here's to monday nights at my house.

I found this in my new favorite cook book. I had to share.

The Munchies.

1. Baked Tater Tots, topped with cheddar cheese and bacon.
2. Mozzarella sticks dipped in Cool Whip.
3.Take the chewed-up cracker that is in your mouth and top it on another cracker.
4. Peanut butter sandwich with grapes, bananas and honey on toasted bread.
5. Cold peanuts with milk.
6. Toasted frozen waffles with ice cream between them.
7. A glass of milk with four Milk Duds at the bottom.
8. Popcorn popped in bacon grease.
9. Banana with peanut butter on it.
10. Coconut and peanut butter mixed together.
11. A block of cheddar cheese with mayonnaise on it,
12. Grilled cheese and corn sandwich.
13. Powdered sugar on any kind of cheese.
14. Banana dipped in Jell-O powder.
15. Potato chips dipped in ketchup or mustard or salad dressing.
16. Stovetop s'mores.
17. Crushed pretzels with cream cheese on toast.
18. Uncooked hot dog dipped in Swiss Miss.
19. Turkey sandwich with Doritos crunched inside.
20. Pretzels dipped in peanut butter.
21. Grape jelly with chocolate sauce.
22. Cake mix milk shake with water.
23. Crisco mixed with sugar.
24. Kool-Aid mix and pickle spears.
25. Fudgsicle.

Stoner cuisine is a dying art.

I'd be interested to hear people's glorious munchie recipes. Care to contribute?

If you love Napalm as much as I do, come out of hiding and make an appearance.

I went kinda crazy at the bookstore today. I spent an obscene amount of money on literature. Though, I probably would have spent that money on grass if not on books, so it's a good thing, I guess. I'll just have to read sober, I suppose.

The last two weeks of my life have been completely insane. I haven't had one second to sit and breathe.

I've had friends visiting, which turned into a two week narcotic binge, mix with dancing every night, Hole Mole every morning, a run in with the law, about 5,000 cigarettes, dragging my tired ass all over the city, blood, bruises and broken bones. Overall, we certainly scored an 'A' in painting the town red, but now my body is pissed and I'm broke.

I've been sick for about a week now. I know, I know, I deserve it, but still.

Daze and sickness aside, I started school again. Only this time with a declared major and a goal, which equals actually having to work. I guess that's a good thing . . . right? What I'm really stressed about is work, or lack there of. What is so damn hard about working with my school schedule? Hello, starving student here.

Enough whining already, maybe some pictures will illustrate my point . . .

Trust me when I tell you I'm just as agitated about Global Warming as the next homo-sapien. But how can you deny that this weather is absolutely killer. (That was only a little environmentally-insenstive.)

Yesterday I had the opportunity to hang out with Napalm. She's a wonderful gal, I was in good company. She took me to her piercer and on a whim I got my nipples pierced. Exciting, huh?

Also, Napalm and I are going to be taking over the SG Radio show for a while. Listen.

Boy, that was rough! Who knew the holidays could be so exhausting?

My winter break included:

Intoxication, particularly by cannabis.
Ice skating.
A road trip to Oregon.
Spending New Years at The Black Sheep, with my dear Father.
Getting sick. (And staying sick.)
Whiskey and soup. (Someone's idea of a good cold cure.)
And much much more, that I can't remember. [See top of list.]

My christmas tree this year;

(Plant from IKEA = $2.50.
Trip to New Orleans for genuine Mardi Gras beads = $ 427.00
A 36 chest of Coors Light = $ 14.99
Pack of Parliaments = $ 3.96
Having a Christmas Tree for the holidays - Priceless.)

My favourite present this christmas;

(What I've always wanted! A Mama's & Papa's vinyl! Thanks Santa!)

The best part of it all;

(Spending time with people you love.)

I haven't slept in 2 days (no thanks to Dayquil) and I'm completely enervated, so I'm gonna call it an early night and hull my tired ass to bed.
I hope y'all enjoyed the holidays as much as I did.
Sweet dreams.