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I'm confused.
My birthday is in a week though. I guess that's pretty cool.
I found this yesterday:
I think I was channeling Winehouse that night or something. Oooooweee. Look at that gut.
It's so bittersweet. You can ignore the weird xmas montage in the video; I couldn't find a good video of them playing it.
Speaking of work, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get fired in the near future. Like for real. I've never been fired before, nor have I ever even really gotten in trouble at a job before. Until this one. Corporate retail and I just do not mesh well I guess.
I'm getting an IUD tomorrow and I'm a little nervous about the insertion. But excited to not have to worry about taking a pill every day.
I decided since I'm kind of broke, I'd make pet portraits for the family for Christmas. They're not really coming out at great as I'd hoped. I don't usually paint animals. Just bewbs.
I've been feeling very unmotivated lately. And dissatisfied with nearly every aspect of my life. I guess I've had these big expectations for my life that aren't materializing, despite my best efforts.
I'm gonna be 24 in like a month. Old as fuck. I was just reading about Bianca Jagger's birthday party at Studio 54. To launch the party, she rode out into the club on a white horse led by a naked man and released a dove. The party lasted for three straight days and nights. That's what I want my birthday to be like. Studio 24? Haha.
In other news we got internets so I'll hopefully be online way more now.
I just finished a really great book-- Bodies of Subversion: A Secret History of Women and Tattoo. It was really interesting to read about tattoo culture from an academic and feminist perspective. I think Bodies of Subversion and Pin-Up Grrrls: Feminism, Sexuality, and Popular Culture should be required reading for any SG.
I unearthed some more pictures of me on Halloween being suuuuuper drunk.
First, how fucking excited and relieved are you about the results of the election!??? For the first time in my life I'm actually proud to be an American. Well, for the most part-- Prop 9 passed. Ugh. Barf. Anyway, one of my coworkers gets this weekly magazine that just summarizes what other publications have put out in the past week, and she always leaves it in the breakroom for the rest of us to read. It's really sort of weird, but this week it quoted a Spanish newspaper's editorial on the election and it summed up my thoughts pretty well. It said that the election of Barack Obama is a good thing because it represents the return of the intellectual over the "myth of the everyman." It's about fucking time.
I am finally recovered from the worst hangover in ages. I helped my friend Mandi work the door at Down and Derby Saturday night and many drinks ensued. I thought it might be kind of corny but it was actually pretty fun. I had no idea how many people actually come out to these things-- We had to turn people away at one point because we were at capacity. I tried to use a sick day Sunday but somebody had already called off so I went in. TORTURE. I don't know how I used to do that shit all the time.
Here are some pictures from Halloween weekend. Thursday night I went as a postmortem Nancy Spungen. I looked a lot more dead in person. I mixed baby powder and lotion in an attempt to make me look pale but it pretty much just matched my skin. I think it turned out pretty swell though for having been thrown together in literally ten minutes.
Then on Friday, Panda_Eyes and I went as Paul Bunyan and Babe the blue ox because we are cute like that. Because this costume was also put together super last minute the only horns I could find were on a viking hat so I kind of looked like I was in a Swedish beauty pageant.
Lest you think I'm returning to my crazy days of yore, these days my evenings typically consist of watching The Wire on DVD with my dudes:
and being asleep by midnight.
I got the most incredible new glasses the other day. My friend Gia works for this eyeglass company that recently bought out another store. The store they bought out hadn't updated their collection in about 20 years and they're sitting on a veritable fucking GOLDMINE of amazing vintage designer frames and they have no idea that they're marketable. I got 2 pairs fitted to my prescription for $100! Numero uno:
Cazals. These are worth more than $100 themselves.
Numero dos:
Infuckingcredible. I might need more.
For the past 3 hours, not one story on Fox News has mentioned one good thing about Obama. It's been 95% negative to Obama, literally ( The 5% came from a few words of protest from Colmes). Not even a pretense of Fair and Balanced.
At this moment the stories are about Charles Barkley's claim that racism was the "cancer of his life." The Fox commentators are challenging the argument that racism is a part of American politics. By showing over and over, African Americans who have felt racism and by playing the provocative quotes, Fox is making is a manipulative play to subtly appeal to those who fear minorities. It's an utterly appalling strategy but has a great chance of being effective as it plays against one of the basest part of our nation--racial fear and prejudice.
Inciting fear in the ignorant is a very potent tool. But it is the informed and educated who should feel fear today.
Voters should fear the lack of compassion in a country that has a greater gap between the rich and the poor than it has every had in its history. Fear the possibility that our country will engage in a continuation of a brutal and useless war opposed by the majority of people. Fear that military solutions will be used for every challenge. Fear the persecution of anyone outside of the right mainstream. Fear continued erosion of the constitution in the name of security. Fear the destruction of our social security system, needed by millions of the lower middle class to live during retirement. Fear the billion dollar entitlements given to mega corporations while the homeless, feeble and mentally ill live under bridges. Fear more government programs such as No Child Left Behind that misdirect education into beauracy. Fear a government that will outlaw abortion but at the same time cut health care and financial support for poor children , and birth control information for women. Fear those who do not understand science. Fear for our environment if our policy is to "drill, drill, drill" without conservation when companies make record profits. Fear for those who forget to "give their coats" to those who have none.
Fear as I do for our future and for a people who fail to learn from their country's past.
But work in these next few days that our dreams may be answered -- for all Americans.
That's an email she sent out to everyone she knows. My dad is the one who watches Fox. He is sadly a Republican but we love him anyway.
I hope all of you will be voting on Tuesday. I will be.
You can vote however you like. But I implore you to vote for Obama! Really, I think it's crucial.
I have been feeling a little down lately. Nothing terrible but I feel so rudderless. Now that the year is beginning to wind down I've been thinking back on it and it just seems like a total waste of time. I didn't do shit. It's not like I was doing a ton before but at least I was having a fucking blast going out all the time, getting f'd up, having a zillion friends and generally being an asshole. I quit my old job in mid March thinking I'd find a better job. It took me till mid June to find any job at all. So I've been working retail since then. I'm wondering if quitting the Warhol was really the best decision. I feel like I do busywork all the time now. I don't expect to find my dream job but it would be nice to find something that at least seems like it has the potential to take me somewhere.
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Panda_Eyes' older brother got married last weekend. Funtimes were had by all. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like if Scooter and I got married. All those speeches talking about how the bride and groom met. Oh my. What a spectacular story. I mean really it is and it's kind of hilarious. "So Jess had n00dz on this internet porn site..." Hahhaha...amazing. Not something a dad wants to hear about his little girl though.
I got my hair and nails did for the occasion. Nails are sweet....hair....not so much. Antietam is the only person who's done my hair for the past almost 3 years but our schedules didn't match up this time. My roots were pretty gnarly though so I went to a salon because I didn't want to look like a hobo at the wedding. Nobody else fucking understands that I don't want "platinum blonde" hair I want straight PLATINUM hair. Minus the blonde. Sillllver white plzkthxbai. So now it looks like someone pissed on my roots. The cut is also pretty atrocious. The bangs are waaay shorter than I wanted, and she also cut it into a "shag" ie. I have some kind of choppy Rachel-ish bowl cut that has not been cool since about 1996. Not to mention that these kind of bangs make me look like I'm 5.
Then
I looked at least....15.
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I'm pretty sure Antietam can mostly fix the color and the bangs will grow out. But still. Wahwahwah. Maybe I'll finally get the balls to chop it all off next time. I am a total nerd for America's Next Top Model -- who else watches??? -- and I really like Samantha's haircut even though I find her rather annoying. Maybe I'll steal it. Did I really just write all that about my hair? Wow.
I'm stoked that it's fall. Fall is by far the best season for the following reasons:
- The chilliness is new so it's not depressing. Everyday when I come home from work I look forward to getting all snorglely and wrapping up with the covers up to my eyeballs.
- The leaves
- The smell of burning leaves and the sound of raking
- Pumpkin everything-- cookies, rolls, pie, coffee
- Cider
- The colors
- Cozy sweaters and tights and boots!
- Halloween, duh.
- Thanksgiving
I rest my case.
Panda_Eyes grew up in the city so he's never gone to the farm to pick out a pumpkin. This is an atrocity and I plan on fixing it soon! The pumpkin picking and subsequent hayride and petting zoo were pretty much the highlight of my childhood!
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Something about Married to the Mob usually rubs me the wrong way but their lookbook for this fall is fucking perfection. If I can't get my hands on that first sweater I'm gonna be very sad. It's already sold out almost everywhere I've looked
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4-- I am not a sneaker person really. I wear ked type things most of the time....but I think I would sell my first born child for those babies.
I have funny stories for you about downstairs neighbors but I'll save those for next time since this blog is already way too long and miserable and cannot be saved.
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