I finally did it. Weapon: Property of Antichrist. Styling: COLD ASS NYC WEATHER. Photo by: Sickly "Sore-eye" Self.
Note the beret. New purchase, $10, which I talked down from $20. Who the fuck pays $20 for a beret? Grandmas, probably.
So there you have it. Proof: I am not a creepy dude. I am a creepy girl. (More convincing proof of girlness -- and creepiness -- to come . .. ..meow)
Top story of the morning: I made some edible food last night. The Incredible Edible Cashew Tofu. First time ever. And no one got sick and died, even. (Except Johnny Carson, RIP, but he didn't eat with us.) You have no idea how little patience I have for culinary endeavors. My attitude is changing, slowly, but till recently it just seemed like the most absurdly precious act of self-indulgence to "cook a nice meal for yourself". Like I was gonna morph into Martha Stewart and make a year's worth of mani-pedi appointments. Nothing changed, though. I cooked, we ate. And I'm still pamperphobic. Yay.
After dinner, I wanted to start a band with my co-eaters, write songs based on recipes, cooking instructions and afterthoughts about dinner. Band name: Casserole. They weren't into it, for some reason.
In other news: I needed to find someone to play a cop for this short film I'm submitting to the bike film festival (there actually is such a thing). And yesterrday, he appeared, like a miracle, out of thin air. I have a cop! He's so perfect. My first choice was Nicholas Cage (remember him in Raising Arizona?) but this guy's even better. And who wants to deal with Nicholas Cage all day, anyway.
On a sad/bitter/angry note: Some guys were supposed to call us about a top-secret snowball war over the weekend. I never got the call. Now I have all this pent up snowball anger in me. I hate being teased. If this battle ever goes down, I'm gonna make people cry and wish they'd worn riot gear.
Note the beret. New purchase, $10, which I talked down from $20. Who the fuck pays $20 for a beret? Grandmas, probably.
So there you have it. Proof: I am not a creepy dude. I am a creepy girl. (More convincing proof of girlness -- and creepiness -- to come . .. ..meow)
Top story of the morning: I made some edible food last night. The Incredible Edible Cashew Tofu. First time ever. And no one got sick and died, even. (Except Johnny Carson, RIP, but he didn't eat with us.) You have no idea how little patience I have for culinary endeavors. My attitude is changing, slowly, but till recently it just seemed like the most absurdly precious act of self-indulgence to "cook a nice meal for yourself". Like I was gonna morph into Martha Stewart and make a year's worth of mani-pedi appointments. Nothing changed, though. I cooked, we ate. And I'm still pamperphobic. Yay.
After dinner, I wanted to start a band with my co-eaters, write songs based on recipes, cooking instructions and afterthoughts about dinner. Band name: Casserole. They weren't into it, for some reason.
In other news: I needed to find someone to play a cop for this short film I'm submitting to the bike film festival (there actually is such a thing). And yesterrday, he appeared, like a miracle, out of thin air. I have a cop! He's so perfect. My first choice was Nicholas Cage (remember him in Raising Arizona?) but this guy's even better. And who wants to deal with Nicholas Cage all day, anyway.
On a sad/bitter/angry note: Some guys were supposed to call us about a top-secret snowball war over the weekend. I never got the call. Now I have all this pent up snowball anger in me. I hate being teased. If this battle ever goes down, I'm gonna make people cry and wish they'd worn riot gear.
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you know, if you find me worthy and all.
beautiful pics but one is not enough, you have to show us more of you ! PLEEEASSE !!
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I think there is some Suicidal boys but to be frank i don't know where on the website. I'm sure you'll find it
I hope i can go to NY one day, it's one of the town i want to see (with Tokyo and others) i already make london and stockholm... very cool.
I'm sorry that paris is synonymous with bad memories to you, but hope you come back one day but not to do a boy set !
I try but i can't "evil" turn all the time in my head... too bad for my skin.
The parisian cliche.