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i dont want to work anymore sketchy dead end jobs.
all i want to do all day involves these items:
but now right this moment.
right now, all i want to cry a lot.
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This morning i had a half an hour before work. 30 minutes to spare, filled with intentions of pointless internet updates, making olive cream cheese for my bagel, and fast refreshing showers.
But i think im developing a.d.d. as i age because as soon as i opened my computer and saw that there was an interview with Blueprint on the website, i got to excited to do anything else but drink coffee and listen to the 1988 album until i found myself 5 minutes late for work with nothing really accomplished.
I dont know if its because i've been working on a pc in an office with no windows, or because i've been working a job that doesn't involve fake eyelashes and long car rides everyday for 3 months straight, but sitting at a desk working with complete strangers that want nothing to do with you because you dont know what this seasons clothing trends are, is a fucking bum out.
Most of time at work is spent thinking about what little felt monster i'll be sewing up as soon as i get home.
i've been trying to work on ones to sell, but have ended up procrastinating on those ones to make random ones for my friends
like theeese!
I've also been taking pictures.
this little gremlin just farted on my lap.
im off for some febreeze and cigarettes.
Chloe St. Reagan
and then have hagfish attack their genitals and eye sockets.
I have become quite a baking master.
And although i didn't bake these little pandas above, shityeah bought me a box of them when i was cold and hungry in an Asian bodega filled with nothing as tasty as these! i ate their little panda faces until they were a crumbly mush of delicious in my guts.
Oh and check out this douche bag.
Yeah. thats right. i read about celebrity gossip, on occasion.
Im gonna go watch I Love Lucy and go back to being this domestic cunt
Goodbye, update.
Fimbis made this crafty little image of me! I like it a whole ton...a whole lot....wee!
If i seem distant its only because im trying to make myself useful, crafty in other ways.
example:
Other shit thats been up with Chloe St. Reaan in the NYC:
+Saw Mos Def play a sold out show with my best friend. It was rad.
+Also got to see Mastodon and Converge play in Jersey with the above said friend. And i got a rad hoodie that i've stitchd up and practicly been living in, due to the massive hood on it and the icey cold eather that still lingures through the city.
+due to cupcakeblog.com, Ive been on a cup cake making frenzy! Everyday theres 24 more cupcakes on the counter that i feed to the same 3 room mates every day.
I've also been hanging with good people, and good puppies!
Right now this little one and i are hanging out and waching Dead Alive, while theres a poker bro-down in the next room.
More Pictures to come, because i like them more than typing....and spell check.
fuck spell check.
My upbeat words of advice before im done.....live every day like its Shark Week.
Chloe Saint Reagan
i cant pay attention to this thing to long enough to update, right now.
But i wanted to say thank you for the comments on my set with my pink hair that bEe did for me, the other week!
New York is very cold this week.
And after over 10 years of playing it, I still kick ass at Street Fighter.
I never update this piece because i always tell myself that i will respond to any comment that is made to my journal.....eventually. Then finally i procrastinate for so long that i just cave in and tell myself that i'll go back and respond at a later time.
I suppose instead of my new years being to back off the refined sugar once in a blue moon, it should have been to stop procrastinating daily.
my built up inbox mail is getting completely retarded.
Flickr
gmail
Myspace
SuicideGirls
Dear Human Race,
Im sorry for stealing your oxygen and bandwidth
yours truly,
Chloe Saint Reagan
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I've spent the past week juggling around the idea of dying my hair black.
I think Im half way ready for the change.
People with dark hair always seem to look cleaner weather they've showered that week or not.
I would like my hair to be a color that makes it look ok if i dont wash it for a while....
But im not sure if im quite pretentious enough for the color, just yet.
-I haven't read an underrated book in almost a month.
-I've ever written out all of the lyrics to a song, in any journal entry, for any reason...ever.
-I haven't listened to any of my Pavement albums in 4 years.
-I look like a funking cunt with an A-symmetrical haircut.
-My Myspace page doesn't take 20 minutes to load to the 100 massive images of me and 3 songs that start on their own
-I dont have a lip or monroe piercing.
-I dont own a Sidekick phone.
-Im not depressed and soul less my nature.
-I cant draw my eyebrows!
i just dont know i fit the dark hair criteria.
im afraid i wont be excepted into the black hair cult with open arms, that are covered in flash tattoos.
In my 21 years of life, i dont think i've ever put this much thought into my hair before.
Oh Self Confidence, where the fuck have you gone?
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I may not be artfag enough for black hair yet, but im definitely getting there.
I've been looking at a lot of independant artists in books and online, lately.
I recently discovered and really like Josh Cochrans prints. They make me think of educational pamphlets from the 60s
The other week i was at PS1, and found art in watching a constant film reel of the MGM Lion rawring onto a red wall.
Ghey...
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I've been spending the week in LA with Bee and Sean. The day i left New York, it got cold and gross. Im am a bad weather dodging ninja, this year!
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Im done with the typing.
On to some pictures i've taken this month and the cookies and cream cake i baked!
Shityeah's cake VS my cake.
They were both pretty tasty, but i think mine may have won for presentation.
