I have possibly the most fucked up sleeping habits ever. I sleep maybe 2-4 hours a night, on average. But the past two weeks I slept like a fucking baby.

I recently came across this passage in a book I'm reading:

It's so true. Coming home to an empty room today was weird. And guess what....I'm not tired!

El_Scootro came up with the best tattoo idea for me. It'd be kinda like Bailey's:

Under one butt cheek it would say "Googly" and under the other "Moogly" I think it is BRILLIANT and I really wanna do it but I dunno..a little TOO ridiculous perhaps?

In other news I was basically told I got that job I wanted, and then the offer was rescinded. Kind of sucks a lot. So. I NEED A FUCKING BETTER JOB! I'm a college graduate and I make MINIMUM WAGE. Not cool.

I kind of wish I was drunk right now.

This weekend I will be in Philly. Hoorayhooray.

This past week can be summarized as follows:
Work snorgz food booze snorgz booze kittens snorgz.

Rinse. Repeat.

My phone and purse were stolen last week. It was not nice, and it's a long story. I got my phone and purse itself back but much of the contents, including my mp3 player were stolen.

El_Scootro came to visit last week. He was supposed to go back home Monday morning. He's still here. He is a bad child who doesn't go to school.

We're supposed to go to the SG Havana party tomorrow but that's looking more and more dismal by the minute. Bummerfest.

I start the trial period for my new job this week. I don't wanna say too much about it because I don't wanna jinx myself but cross your fingers for me. Lord knows I need a better paying job the way I spend the monie$ on booze and clothes. And now that I am fully supporting myself for the first time ever...YIKES.

This is what I've been listening to this week. Enjoy.

Whatchu know about that?

This week is gonna be a good week. I move out, Babysnorgz comes home, Halloween, I'll finally get a day off work after 9 days straight (some of them double shifts. gross!). Sheeeeit.

I ate the best grilled cheese sandwich of all time yesterday.

But now I am in a shitty mood and will punch you in the head. I hate being in Pittsburgh right now.

Hello little jaggerbushes.

Your girl here is sick as hell and has mysterious lumps on her domepiece. Seriously, I have two little goose eggs on the side of my head like I got hit.....except......I didn't. I mean, I was pretty drunk the other night but not THAT drunk.

Anyway, I'm more than slightly creeped out by the bumps on my head. Maybe I'm allergic to my weave? I hope not!

RedAss did a painting that I think is fucking FANTASTIC:

I had possibly the best weekend ever last weekend. It basically involved kittens, whiskey, and fucking. What more can a girl ask for?

A lot has changed in a short period of time.

I should be moving back to the city and the fuck OUT of my parents house in the next couple weeks. I'll be moving into a house with a couple nerdy-ass (read: MAGIC CARD playing!) dudes and a sassy-ass girl. And I'll be sharing the attic floor with a mama cat and her three babies who are currently a little over a week old. So. Fucking. Cute. I anticipate a great deal of kitteh spoonfests!

I plan on moving east by January.

I've decided to cut out some toxic friends. I'm not going to waste my energy hating certain people, or even disliking them really, but I will never let them in again. Always at an arms length and no one gets hurt.

There is a boy. He is not my boyfriend. But he is not not my boyfriend either. Does that make sense? It does. You know what I mean. I probably shouldn't even be talking about this but I have a big damn mouth and can't keep anything quiet!

Anyway, here are some pictures from the Philly/NYC trip that I never posted:

We had a mixtape exchange at work. This was mine. You like? I'll send you one. 'Cause I'm feeling nice.

Oh Jesus.

The trip this weekend was a complete DISASTER.

BUT it was cool because of Jim Beam, my "meth-scratched back" due to rooftop shenanigans, dirty kitchens (yeah RIGHT!), taxidermy, meeting one of Esquire magazine's 5 best dressed real men (seriously!), champagne and a danish BITCH!, being the lost Bundy, and being HATED ON constantly.

I really think a move out of Pittsburgh needs to happen in the not so distant future. I'm trying to get back out there for this show though, at least:

I realized some people's true colors on this trip and I'm glad I did now rather than later. We think you're a joke, shove your hope where it don't shine!

Discussing my need to aquire rapping skills led to me missing our exit. I think it's a sign. A sign that means....

I AM AWESOME.

Right.

If you didn't know, I'm more BALD than awesome now and I LOVE IT. I think I might be allergic to my weave. I'm serious! That shit is itchy!

I am uncle bummerface now that I'm home cause I don't have this jagatron, pictured here with his new woman:

making me grin like I got my grillz in, 24/7 and partaking in complete and utter ridiculousness with me. I HATE EVERYONE. The reality of my life is that I pretty much have two friends. But I'm actually ok with that.

There's a very high possibillity that I may get a very ridiculous and awesome tattoo this weekend. I also think this would be a really excellent tattoo:

I'm a maniac.

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

June (and most of the past 2 years):

(It was actually a lot more scraggly than it looks here. Bleach does that.)

August:


September:

Philly tomorrow, NYC Thursday! Chyeah.

I've been updating too much lately. I'll stop.

I did this for most of the night tonight:

It's not what it looks like. Or maybe it is. It depends on what it looks like to you. All I will say is it involved gold glitter, champagne, blood, mouth wash, and complete awesomeness. Soon enough you'll see it in technicolor motion.

Afterwards I stopped out for a drink. Note: A drink. Literally. 'Cause I'm trying to keep my shit a little more under control these days. I had a talk with an old friend. And now I am in possibly the WORST mood EVER. I feel like that picture.

Buuuut you know, that's life.

Brian and I have been talking a little lately. It's pretty cool because being friends actually works a lot better for us than dating ever did. I love that dude more than anyone could possibly know, and he is a good person, but he has a lot of issues he needs to work out.

Here is some good shit:

I will be in New York City next week. TURTLE TAKEOVER!!!

OH MAN.

This weekend was possibly the most insane/awesome weekend of EVAR.

It involved Curtis "25 Cent" Jackson, a gun toting molester on the greyhound (whom they let back ON the bus), El_Scootro's diabetes, a sold out show, a spilled drink that led to some chick deciding that I AM!!!! Edie Segwick, hanging out with Monica and her man, three missed busses due to cabs failing to show, Russell the super closeted gay lunatic we met after being stuck at the bar for 5 hours who gave us a ride to the bus station, an unexpected travel companion on the way home, lots and lots of burrito time, lots and lots of Ye Olde Crowe.

WHEW.

Then today was pretty fucking awful because my mom flipped out on me AGAIN for basically the same old shit, and I went to talk to Brian in person. It was so intense. SO fucking intense. I can't even really describe it. I had no idea he'd be that upset. Of course I love him but I just can't do that anymore. It wasn't working. Too much baggage.

Tomorrow will be a good day though. I'm FINALLY getting my hairs did so I can stop wearing this damn hat every day. And I'm pretty sure there are going to be some DRASTIC changes to the cut again. Oooooh weeee are you just shivering with anticipation!?

In the mean time I've been listening to a lot of really fun stuff lately and I feel implored to share it with those of you who might not be familiar:


These two are basically my DREAM TEAM. Seriously wait till the Amanda Blank part towards the end. She is the bees knees.


I've basically been listening to the whole Kala album on repeat but this song is particularly addictive.


If you don't love UGK you're dumb.


Tenderogie!


Kid Sis run things what it is what it do!


I'm pretty sure Santogold, the chick on the left, is gonna be huge. Her friend there on the right is basically me when I'm drunk. But there'd be more spilling of drinks and putting my ass on people. And my shorts would possibly be shorter.

Ohhh boy. I guess I am really into girl vocalists these days. I hope you enjoyed those.

Loves yous guys. Byebyes.

Next week will officially consist of this:


this:


and this:


Life is good.

If you are in Philly and you see a tiny blonde booze monster running around in hot pants and a hoodie.....its ME! Say hello.