Life is W.E.I.R.D anymore. I don't even know what to say. I feel less intensely sad, more numb.

I work during the day, come home at night and watch cheesy rap videos on youtube, eat junk food, read hippie drippy feminist theory books, troll the seven seas of the interwebs for interesting attire, wax poetic about said attire, draw, and snuggle the Boston Terrorist and his feline friends.

Occasionally I venture out with this motley crew:


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My Peach has returned from Bosnia which is awesome. I finally have a female friend around who GETS IT, again.

My work is sending me to Columbus for three weeks, starting October 18. It will be nice to get away for a while and to spend some much needed time with my BFF Gigi_LaRoux

That's my life in a nutshell. It's not all bad I suppose.

I took my weave out and my hair is actually growing out quite nicely! I've decided to try to go as long as possible without cutting it. I haven't had LONG hair in about a decade. So, here begins the journey. Look at my nubby little ponytail, hehe:

Late night Snow White status (no, that is not a drug reference!)



[Drake is my imaginary boyfriend. What's up with Jewfricans being so sexy? I mean, Lenny Kravitz? Come awwwwwn Also, I would like to live in a world where it would be socially acceptable for me to wear a sequined leotard and seamed stockings as an everyday outfit. Only in my drag queen dreams!]

ATTENTION: COLUMBUS, OH[omies]!!!

Soon my work will be sending me to your city for three weeks. I expect to see all of your wonderful faces, and often!

Peep mah blog: N00DZ

My weave is itchy.

Pat yo weave ladies! Patpatpat yo weave ladies!

Embarrassing fact about me #8 trillion: I love me some Beyonce. Now, your turn...

I finally did it.

I made a big girl blog.

So you can read all my style-related musings at The AvantGardeian

It's bare, bare, BARE bones right now but I'm REALLY excited to dig in.

HAPPY BLOG YAAAAAAAAY

Fuck the haters. (except this hater)


I can't stop listening to that song.

Peace in the Middle East.

Without much warning, fall is officially here. It really seemed like there were no transitions into seasons this year; 5 feet of snow right into blazing hot summer and then BAM- get your sweaters out. Anyway, good riddance summer of 2010- you fucking SUCKED!

Speaking of the suck, I'd like to thank everyone who has reached out to me during this rough patch in my life. It means so much. For real. It's made me feel less alone, given me hope and strength, and even made this bitter old misanthrope realize that maybe not everyone is a total asshole. I'll get through it...I hope.

As long as I have these dudes around, I'll be ok:

Matt: Let's dance.
Me: I can't. I'm wearing a dress and I didn't have any clean underwear...
Matt: You can wear mine. No really, I'll go in the bathroom and take them off and you can put them on.
Me: EW!
Matt: Corey, Jess won't dance with us because she's not wearing underwear!
Corey: Oh, she can put mine on!

WEIRDOS.

Then...
Eddie: Jess, do you wanna have kids ever?
Me: I dunno, maybe. Quite possibly.
Eddie: Who do you want the dad to be???
*the three of them argue over who should get to be the sperm donor of my turkey baster gay baby which really doesn't seem as far fetched as it should*
Thanksssssssssss.

I'm loving my brunetteness.


Even though Matt told me my hair/makeup/outfit made me look like Frieda Kahlo last night! Dick.

Sober living has been treating me pretty well. I'll have a drink here and there, but nothing major. It's pretty cool.

Off to eat Chinese takeout with aforementioned homos. Peace.

Everything is falling apart and I don't understand how it got this bad.

I'm trying to keep fighting. I'm trying to be steady and strong....but underneath it all I'm a hot ass mess.

Puppy chaser!:

(my dad is insane...in the best way possible, of course)

GAAAAAHHH. Life went from shitty to super ultra shitty in no time flat. So I did this:



Yup, Hitchcock Blonde no more. I'm a brunette again after 5 years as a blonde. I love it. (Some of it is weave, obviously)


This is a little embarrassing, but we play this song at my work

and I kinda sorta love it. Clearly, he wrote this song about me when I was in Brooklyn last year. Bruno, if you're reading this, search no more! Haaaaaaa. Please...we all know that I'm hung up on some boy who is totally lost and can't see this wonderful thing that he has and is. Blah. I think everyone knows the only men a girl can really count on are her dad:

(Baby Monroe hehe)
and her dawg:


Off to attempt to keep myself from jumping off of one of Pittsburgh's many bridges. Ta-ta!

What a mess.

I totally bombed two job interviews (I'm so awkward and bad at selling myself...it makes me feel like a d-bag!) and I burnt the shit out of my arm with the steamer at work

Can you believe STEAM did that? Ridiculous.

BUT

tonight I've been drawing (successfully) and listening to possibly one of the best bands evaevaeva:

Which takes the edge off a bit.

AND

In 3 weeks my favorite foreigner returns home after 6 months!!!!

So there is something to look forward to.

I partied this weekend, but only very gently. Here is the obligatory photographic evidence:

I am trying to be positive

BLAH BLAH SAD SACK OF SHIT

Tits
Ass
CRASS
I'm still going to get a Crass tattoo someday because I desperately wanted one when I was 16. I read Penny Rimbaud's memoirs when I was in high school. Such an insane and intriguing read. Even stranger was the way it came into my possession. There was this kid who lived a couple streets over from me had been in the same classes as me since elementary school. We never really talked, and in fact, I don't think he ever really interacted much with anyone. He was really fucking weird. He wasn't really a punk, at least in the outward sense, but I was, and I guess he felt some kind of camaraderie, being two weirdos in a super bougie, white washed, preppy high school. So without ever saying more than a couple words to me he found me in the hallway after class and gave me that book and the meticulous notes (like pages and pages and pages of notes) he'd written on it. I think it happened a few times actually. Twas odd and very sweet.

Punk rock high school Monroe. Hehhhhhhhhh


Radiant, baby

I guess there were too many words in my last blog. BOOHOO.

Here's a new one for you. It's about oxytocin.

When life gives you lemons, you cuddle your pets and eat fucking Thai food.


Let's say I were developing a big girl blog for my [mostly but not totally limited to] clothing/style related musings. Would it be wise to give it a name related to my current hair color- The Platinum Blonde Life? (spot that song lyric!) When I change my color will that be annoying and confusing? I'm thinking yes. Y/N?

I really should be sleeping now.

New set
Blah blah
Calendar (search for Candy Warhol)
Blah blah
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah

PS. It's been a month since I've been drunk and a month and a half since I've done drugs. It's really weird and kind of cool. I'm much more resolute than I thought, but I have something pretty damn important to motivate me.

Bonjour!

Thanks for the love on my new set in MR. And if you haven't checked it out yet, you probably should. I know I promised a big in-depth blog about it, but every time I go to write these days my brain just starts shitting everywhere instead of forming cohesive thoughts and translating them into eloquent phrases. So instead, I'll be brief.

This set is my tribute to one of my favorite films, Vertigo, it's director, Alfred Hitchcock, and his notoriously blonde, sophisticated, and stoic leading ladies. I got the idea for this set when planning a trip to San Francisco. I saw Hotel Vertigo in a travel magazine and my immediate reaction was "MUST GO TO THERE AND GET NAKED". It was just too perfect. Part of Vertigo was actually filmed there but it's been renovated in this really cool way that carries the aesthetic of the movie's graphic design into the hotel's interior design. So Radeo but me in contact with Bob, and the plans were set in motion.

I wanted the set to have a voyeuristic feel, at least in the beginning, because Jimmy Stewart's character falls in love with Kim Novak's when he is spying on her, and because voyeurism was an ever present theme in Hitchcock's work. (Hence the early photos "following" me into the hotel and up to my room) Another thing I wanted to convey through this was the idea of the Hitchcock Blonde. Hitchcock's blondes were quite the opposite of the typical bubbly, overtly feminine, pin-up blondes of the time. They were sophisticated, poised, and well, downright ICY sometimes. But they had a fiery side too. Quoth the 'Cock (EW!):

And of course there's the more famous quote, which I used in the set intro, about how Hitchcock prefers the "drawing room" kind of blonde who seems proper on the outside but is really a very freaky guuuuuurl.

And that shit appeals to me. Ever since I was a little girl I have been obsessed with blonde hair, specifically of the platinum variety. Blame it on Madonna. Because it's never been in the "I must have blonde hair so I can be the ideal WASPy woman" way, but in a really subversive, bad-bitch kind of way. The kind of blonde that winks at you and says, "I'm no angel" (which is the title of a really awesome book on that very subject) I especially like Kim Novak's look in Vertigo with the so-blond-it's-almost-silver hair and the really strong, dark eyebrows (again, blame it on Madonna)

BUT in a couple months I'll be a brunette again for a while. Time to give my hair a break. Wah waaaah.


Hot damn, make me scream like summer jam! Hahaaaaa. This song is so bad it's good. People talk a lot of shit on Ms. Minaj, and yes she borrows a lot from artists of the past like Lil Kim, and yes she has annoying fans (like all the clones and one of El_Scootro's coworkers who told him, "She's OUR Lady Gaga" ) But I like seeing a female rapper in the mainstream. Especially a raunchy one, at that. (You KNOW "Dang-a-lang" is my jam)

Life has been tough lately. I know, I keep saying that. It's true, though. I'm trying to stay positive and hopeful, which is hard for a pessimist like me. Recent events have sort of sent me into hiding, which sounds bad, but it's actually been good. I've started to realize a lot about myself. I've realized just how much I've grown up in the past few years and that I actually LIKE the person I'm becoming. Underneath all this fear and bullshit is emerging a strong, smart, loving, and capable person. Who knew? There's also the possibility of a really awesome new job in my future (fingers crossed) but if that doesn't pan out, I also have a couple opportunities for promotion at my current job. So it's not all bad news right now.

Remember a while ago when I said I was styling a photoshoot for Inked Girls? Well, it's out. I didn't get credited but whatevs. Here are a couple of the pictures:




Speaking of Inked, don't you think I should be in the Sailor Jerry/Inked calendar? (After you enter your birthday, re-click the link and it will take you to my page. Annoying, right?)

I guess that's all. Later haters.