here i am again, sitting at the beehive spending my precious dollars to use their gloriously uncensored internet to keep in touch with all of you, my beautiful babies. 
nothing really new and exciting occurring around these parts. i went home for thanksgiving and now i'm back in the burgh. i guess america is on a diet between holidays because the bakery has been slow as fuck all week. i havn't done much other than decorate cookies to look like christmas trees and sit around on empty crates by the cake case discussing the possibilities of an three dimensional aborted fetus cake to either shove voraciously into my mouth in front of, or throw directly at, the moth-ball scented wrinkle-bags that protest outside of planned parenthood most days. i'm really sick of looking at larger than life sized bloody human embryo on my way to work in the mornings.
macys has their window display up and running and is blasting holiday music throughout all parts of downtown which lie in its immediate vicinity.
i had at least seven customers tell me to have a merry christmas, or a blessed holiday, today.
thank you. but christmas is THREE FUCKING WEEKS AWAY.
i don't care about jesus. i don't care about presents. i'd rather the world just have a designated week of vacation every december with no fucking gimmicks. no disgusting onslaught of unnecessary consumerism. no forced family gatherings. no middle aged women wearing terrible and ill-fitting christmas sweaters. no ellaborate manger set ups and big city tree lightings that probably run the electric bill around the universe three times and back.
why can't we all just take a fucking break?
christmas decorations? the worst.
there are certain constants in everyone's life...
i've always preferred to cut my sandwiches diagonally. i like biting the corners off.
i have worn excessive quantities of black eyeliner since sixth grade when i started doing it like shirley manson who i thought was the hottest shit of all time.
i am more comfortable standing, sitting, walking, lying down, or doing anything on the right side of whoever is with me.
peanut butter sandwiches only. i was never a fan of jelly.
my boyfriend of two days in seventh grade tried to hold my hand, i dumped him. i hate holding hands and have ever since.
i could go on for days but the point here is the one constant that kills me every year is my undying hatred towards out of season christmas decorations. i consider out of season to be anything more than one week before the twenty fifth of december and absolutely positively anything after midnight on this same date.
in tenth grade, approximately seven years ago, my 'boyfriend' at the time took me out to dinner on the december twenty sixth and requested a table completely out of sight of any and all christmas decorations. we sat outside. we thought it was hilarious but the waitress wasn't pleased.
i ordered pepperoni chicken and hardly touched it.
it was covered in melted white cheese.
melted white cheese of any variety, hot, atop a sandwich or slab of meat i can not deal with.
(another constant)
yellow varieties are fine.
and cheese on pizza.
and white unmelted cheese on sandwiches.
wierd, i know.
then again i eat cheese steaks so maybe that isn't exactly a constant at all...
i can't believe this will be my fourth winter in pittsburgh. tempus fugit mother fuckers. it would be my fifth, however last year i skipped a beat and spent the winter in virginia. i was very displeased about this at the time, if you've kept up with me over the years i'm sure you remember. i spent christmas day getting shit-faced off of my family's wine, they weren't drinking it.
lets see...
2005: ate mushrooms for the first time. lived in college apartment. went home and hung out with high school friends. got caught by the police using fake id. returned to school to begin the downfall of my short-lived college career and start really living life instead.
2006: lived on the beach in virginia. decided not to tell my family i'd be moving back to pittsburgh in five days because we couldnt' afford the rent. did lots of crazy things like trash motel rooms like rockstars, get arrested, smoke copious amounts of weed on the beach, drink entire cases of beer to myself with my roommate. worked at a childrens gym. cussed out my aunt on christmas day because she is a writhing cunt and havn't seen that side of the family since. was making plans to do my first photoshoot a few days later with scottsmallin. i was tan and had black hair.
2007: lived on mount washington. went to virginia for christmas. got drunk alot. had fun with friends i no longer see. missed my flight back to pennsylvania, because i was wasted. talked to airline attendant into getting me on a later flight for free. worked at fatheads.
2008: breathalylzer in my car. worked at aldo selling shoes. drinking heavily. stuck at parents house. not too into life. had about thirty bucks to my name and used it to buy many bourbons on the rocks and wait patiently for a much delayed 1000 dollar paycheck to arrive the first week of january, after which i had planned to immediately dip back to my life in pittsburgh. then something happened when i was spending my last dollars on bourbons on the rocks a few days after christmas that changed my mind and my life and i've been the happiest rexxy in the world ever since.
2009: finally happy and content and alive and have begun doing everything i meant to do all those years. thinking towards my next big adventure. who's in this year?
but really, who's in? i dig you people. i hope to get a computer sometime in the upcoming months but we'll see how finances go. i miss knowing whats going on in your lives and all the hilarity and vulgarity and intelligent conversation and blogging around these parts. and of course checking out hot naked babes in my spare time. i really miss the tits. i've made some pretty fucking rad friends from this site, something i never expected when i joined three years ago, and i wouldn't trade it for the world. i traveled the country this past summer as you probably know and thanks to being naked on the internet was not entirely homeless because i stayed/hung with toxic and scarletletterman and rexaren and of course zepp101 who traveled with me to mexico last year to see radiohead and is one of my greatest friends of all! i was never one for internet camaraderie seeping into 'real life' until i came here. but i feel everyone i've met from the site i've known my whole life. of course the first person i met, my lady heroine i miss dearly and have had several hilarious drunken nights with including our first meeting getting completely annhilated and gogo dancing for/introducing some terrible band in virginia last winter. there was lots of drumstick ass smacking, one of my fondest memories. her and her boyfriend are awesome people if you ever get the chance to hang. and of course the metallllesstt dudes i've met thus far are certainly iwhoamnothing and ilooklikesatan. fellow virginians who were kind enough to get me into their metalfest and bought me a few brewskis and made me laugh, alot. its crazy really, for everyone who's kept in touch with me the past few years, you're like a little family to me and i miss it. i'll be back soon.
don't forget about me!!!
ah, damn internet card. a few minutes left for a few last thoughts.
the cold is beginning to bite, and i don't mind. i actually find it refreshing after all these years of trying to run away from it. everyone downtown just LOOKS so cold. relax your shoulders, slow down, open your eyes wide, become a part of the air. if you just let it consume you and carry on you become bigger than the cold and no longer feel it. someone told me that about three years ago, he used to beat around town in the dead of winter on a little scooter for miles and miles and so i figured it must be true.
its worked for me ever since.
two nights ago smoked bowls with one of my super amazing roommates, listened to amnesiac and the rain. sipped 40's and smoked cigs sitting at the window bench overlooking the city and talked about life. realized that growing up has exceeded all of my expectations.
on the bus when i'm not reading or watching the world go by i gaze at gargantuan people and envision what they would look like if they didn't eat like greedy and voracious beasts. its a real shame, sometimes.
there's this girl on the 10:16 each morning that is so pretty i sometimes gaze at her because of her prettiness. she has a mysterious aura. and is always reading a good book.
i love the people you see day after day after day but never speak to. its fun to wonder about them. its fun when you actually begin to say hello. why not? i love people who aren't afraid of each other.
i have lately become addicted to whiskey sours.
catching some drinks at remedy last night and they ran out of cherries and i didn't care, but had really wanted a cherry which is funny because an old constant of mine, overcome, i always hated cherries. then this past summer i was sitting at a bar in san francisco before my boyfriends show and realized that my entire twenty-two years of life i have said that i despise cherries, when really i convinced myself of this fact and had never actually consumed one. ever. in my life. he got me to put a cherry in my mouth and i chewed and swallowed and alas...divine.
one of the few things i like about my returns to richmond is visiting chop suey, they always have an amazing selection of used books. and we all know i love my books as used as a child hooker. i feel like aladdin in that place, when he enters the cave of wonders. i want it aaaaaaallllll!
when i was home last week i picked up the plague by camus, the posessed by dostoevsky, and desolation angels by kerouac. i've been craving the man and this is one of the few left i have yet to read and have been on the prowl for. so i was suuuuper stoked and reading it now and love love loving it.
so don't worry, i'm still a dork.
i finally was able to make a credit card payment for the first time in five months, and i feel pretty good about that.
donald duck orange juice was on sale at the grocery store the other day and i feel pretty good about that, too.
i feel pretty good about everything in my life.
pretty fucking amazing, actually.
well i'm hungry and my time is almost up and its friday night so we'll see whats in store...
i just wanted to say hello.
i miss yinz!
ciao/meow.
<3 Rexxy
nothing really new and exciting occurring around these parts. i went home for thanksgiving and now i'm back in the burgh. i guess america is on a diet between holidays because the bakery has been slow as fuck all week. i havn't done much other than decorate cookies to look like christmas trees and sit around on empty crates by the cake case discussing the possibilities of an three dimensional aborted fetus cake to either shove voraciously into my mouth in front of, or throw directly at, the moth-ball scented wrinkle-bags that protest outside of planned parenthood most days. i'm really sick of looking at larger than life sized bloody human embryo on my way to work in the mornings.
macys has their window display up and running and is blasting holiday music throughout all parts of downtown which lie in its immediate vicinity.
i had at least seven customers tell me to have a merry christmas, or a blessed holiday, today.
thank you. but christmas is THREE FUCKING WEEKS AWAY.
i don't care about jesus. i don't care about presents. i'd rather the world just have a designated week of vacation every december with no fucking gimmicks. no disgusting onslaught of unnecessary consumerism. no forced family gatherings. no middle aged women wearing terrible and ill-fitting christmas sweaters. no ellaborate manger set ups and big city tree lightings that probably run the electric bill around the universe three times and back.
why can't we all just take a fucking break?
christmas decorations? the worst.
there are certain constants in everyone's life...
i've always preferred to cut my sandwiches diagonally. i like biting the corners off.
i have worn excessive quantities of black eyeliner since sixth grade when i started doing it like shirley manson who i thought was the hottest shit of all time.
i am more comfortable standing, sitting, walking, lying down, or doing anything on the right side of whoever is with me.
peanut butter sandwiches only. i was never a fan of jelly.
my boyfriend of two days in seventh grade tried to hold my hand, i dumped him. i hate holding hands and have ever since.
i could go on for days but the point here is the one constant that kills me every year is my undying hatred towards out of season christmas decorations. i consider out of season to be anything more than one week before the twenty fifth of december and absolutely positively anything after midnight on this same date.
in tenth grade, approximately seven years ago, my 'boyfriend' at the time took me out to dinner on the december twenty sixth and requested a table completely out of sight of any and all christmas decorations. we sat outside. we thought it was hilarious but the waitress wasn't pleased.
i ordered pepperoni chicken and hardly touched it.
it was covered in melted white cheese.
melted white cheese of any variety, hot, atop a sandwich or slab of meat i can not deal with.
(another constant)
yellow varieties are fine.
and cheese on pizza.
and white unmelted cheese on sandwiches.
wierd, i know.
then again i eat cheese steaks so maybe that isn't exactly a constant at all...
i can't believe this will be my fourth winter in pittsburgh. tempus fugit mother fuckers. it would be my fifth, however last year i skipped a beat and spent the winter in virginia. i was very displeased about this at the time, if you've kept up with me over the years i'm sure you remember. i spent christmas day getting shit-faced off of my family's wine, they weren't drinking it.
lets see...
2005: ate mushrooms for the first time. lived in college apartment. went home and hung out with high school friends. got caught by the police using fake id. returned to school to begin the downfall of my short-lived college career and start really living life instead.
2006: lived on the beach in virginia. decided not to tell my family i'd be moving back to pittsburgh in five days because we couldnt' afford the rent. did lots of crazy things like trash motel rooms like rockstars, get arrested, smoke copious amounts of weed on the beach, drink entire cases of beer to myself with my roommate. worked at a childrens gym. cussed out my aunt on christmas day because she is a writhing cunt and havn't seen that side of the family since. was making plans to do my first photoshoot a few days later with scottsmallin. i was tan and had black hair.
2007: lived on mount washington. went to virginia for christmas. got drunk alot. had fun with friends i no longer see. missed my flight back to pennsylvania, because i was wasted. talked to airline attendant into getting me on a later flight for free. worked at fatheads.
2008: breathalylzer in my car. worked at aldo selling shoes. drinking heavily. stuck at parents house. not too into life. had about thirty bucks to my name and used it to buy many bourbons on the rocks and wait patiently for a much delayed 1000 dollar paycheck to arrive the first week of january, after which i had planned to immediately dip back to my life in pittsburgh. then something happened when i was spending my last dollars on bourbons on the rocks a few days after christmas that changed my mind and my life and i've been the happiest rexxy in the world ever since.
2009: finally happy and content and alive and have begun doing everything i meant to do all those years. thinking towards my next big adventure. who's in this year?
but really, who's in? i dig you people. i hope to get a computer sometime in the upcoming months but we'll see how finances go. i miss knowing whats going on in your lives and all the hilarity and vulgarity and intelligent conversation and blogging around these parts. and of course checking out hot naked babes in my spare time. i really miss the tits. i've made some pretty fucking rad friends from this site, something i never expected when i joined three years ago, and i wouldn't trade it for the world. i traveled the country this past summer as you probably know and thanks to being naked on the internet was not entirely homeless because i stayed/hung with toxic and scarletletterman and rexaren and of course zepp101 who traveled with me to mexico last year to see radiohead and is one of my greatest friends of all! i was never one for internet camaraderie seeping into 'real life' until i came here. but i feel everyone i've met from the site i've known my whole life. of course the first person i met, my lady heroine i miss dearly and have had several hilarious drunken nights with including our first meeting getting completely annhilated and gogo dancing for/introducing some terrible band in virginia last winter. there was lots of drumstick ass smacking, one of my fondest memories. her and her boyfriend are awesome people if you ever get the chance to hang. and of course the metallllesstt dudes i've met thus far are certainly iwhoamnothing and ilooklikesatan. fellow virginians who were kind enough to get me into their metalfest and bought me a few brewskis and made me laugh, alot. its crazy really, for everyone who's kept in touch with me the past few years, you're like a little family to me and i miss it. i'll be back soon.
don't forget about me!!!
ah, damn internet card. a few minutes left for a few last thoughts.
the cold is beginning to bite, and i don't mind. i actually find it refreshing after all these years of trying to run away from it. everyone downtown just LOOKS so cold. relax your shoulders, slow down, open your eyes wide, become a part of the air. if you just let it consume you and carry on you become bigger than the cold and no longer feel it. someone told me that about three years ago, he used to beat around town in the dead of winter on a little scooter for miles and miles and so i figured it must be true.
its worked for me ever since.
two nights ago smoked bowls with one of my super amazing roommates, listened to amnesiac and the rain. sipped 40's and smoked cigs sitting at the window bench overlooking the city and talked about life. realized that growing up has exceeded all of my expectations.
on the bus when i'm not reading or watching the world go by i gaze at gargantuan people and envision what they would look like if they didn't eat like greedy and voracious beasts. its a real shame, sometimes.
there's this girl on the 10:16 each morning that is so pretty i sometimes gaze at her because of her prettiness. she has a mysterious aura. and is always reading a good book.
i love the people you see day after day after day but never speak to. its fun to wonder about them. its fun when you actually begin to say hello. why not? i love people who aren't afraid of each other.
i have lately become addicted to whiskey sours.
catching some drinks at remedy last night and they ran out of cherries and i didn't care, but had really wanted a cherry which is funny because an old constant of mine, overcome, i always hated cherries. then this past summer i was sitting at a bar in san francisco before my boyfriends show and realized that my entire twenty-two years of life i have said that i despise cherries, when really i convinced myself of this fact and had never actually consumed one. ever. in my life. he got me to put a cherry in my mouth and i chewed and swallowed and alas...divine.
one of the few things i like about my returns to richmond is visiting chop suey, they always have an amazing selection of used books. and we all know i love my books as used as a child hooker. i feel like aladdin in that place, when he enters the cave of wonders. i want it aaaaaaallllll!
when i was home last week i picked up the plague by camus, the posessed by dostoevsky, and desolation angels by kerouac. i've been craving the man and this is one of the few left i have yet to read and have been on the prowl for. so i was suuuuper stoked and reading it now and love love loving it.so don't worry, i'm still a dork.
i finally was able to make a credit card payment for the first time in five months, and i feel pretty good about that.
donald duck orange juice was on sale at the grocery store the other day and i feel pretty good about that, too.
i feel pretty good about everything in my life.
pretty fucking amazing, actually.
well i'm hungry and my time is almost up and its friday night so we'll see whats in store...
i just wanted to say hello.
i miss yinz!
ciao/meow.
<3 Rexxy
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