"Hello DADDY - Hellooo MOM . . . . I'm a ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-CHERRY BOMB!!!"
So, it's been awhile since I sincerily updated this thing. I suppose it was all the commotion that was going on outside of SG, but relating to SG in one way or another, that made me feel that I needed to take a break, or stay away for awhile to simmer the flames to a fire that was started over false truths and emotional mind fucks. You know, the regular shit that goes on when there are CLUSTERFUCKs abound. I still left short comments here and there and placed one-liners on my journal to let you know, those who care, that I was still around - just beneath the surface.
I've held my tongue for long enough and now I feel the time is right to break the silence. I was never really good at saying nothing about something anyway - I'm a goddamn writer for goodness sakes! But I did it for peace and courtesy and I think I've paid my dues.
(ick.)
As of now, I am working on another indie zine. It's smaller than my usual 8 1/2 x 11 layout format, but it's cute and savvy and much more colorful and fun than AIMZINE or anything I've worked on print wise. I'm hoping to get a promo done for SF next week, so I can possibly find some people to jump on the bandwagon and resume with this revolution I put on hold since last August (a minor set back involving finances and personal time management). If any of you are interested in what I am doing, please feel free to use the new and improved e-mail option here on SG and let me know what you have to offer, or better yet, find out what I can offer you. Your time won't be wasted, I promise.
(what else?!)
Daniel and I are re-inventing the decor of the apartment. It's natural tiki ambiance is not enough for our ever-evolving tastebuds so we have resorted to clashing all sorts of art forms and themes to better suite our needs - right now, everything is in dissaray. I forgot what color the carpet is in our bedroom and daniel has almost lost a finger or two drilling things and making holes on walls and furniture. Oh, God - he almost set the house on fire yesterday!!! He was frying corndogs and we had a minor oil spill that caused an electrical fire that filled the house with this awful burning stench - cut short: flour does help put out a fire - but that's a story that can be elaborated at another time . . .
(hungry.)
Work is driving me crazy! I wish I could just work at SANRIO and live the rest of my days in 'hello kitty' land, like I want to. But I have to have a BA for that - and who the FUCK has time to get one of those?! Especially when you are socially involved, like I am. It's like ultimately impossible. And why the HELL do you need a BA to work at SANRIO as a graphic artist anyway?!! I bet I can do everything someone with a BA can do there - and better! I swear, shit sucks. Don't get me wrong, education is undeniably important - but just give me a chance with a job like that and I'll work my way up that BA alley soon enough.
So blah, what was I saying? Oh yeah, work SUCKS. These to social worker bitches complained about me and said I was discriminating against them over the phone because they were black social workers . . . . HELLO?!!! How the fuck do I know you're a goddamn social worker, let alone black! - OVER THE FUCKING PHONE?!! I'm just taking your stupid 58 entree order here as quickly and as effeciently as possible, miss! Grumpy hungry ass people always breathing down my neck and talking shit. Hasn't anyone seen the movie, WAITING?!!! Don't FUCK with people who SERVE (or prepare) your food!
. . . calming down . . . slowly.
(love of my life)
I don't think I could live without my cat. And I don't think I could stress that enough if I tried. She is the cutest, most LOVING being I have the previlege of knowing. Even though she can be a little shit when I'm trying to be intimate with my man . . . fucking jealous bitch - I swear!
Kiss kiss.
(the end.)
It was a beautiful day today - as clear and sunny as can be. I wish it could be like this everyday . . .
So, it's been awhile since I sincerily updated this thing. I suppose it was all the commotion that was going on outside of SG, but relating to SG in one way or another, that made me feel that I needed to take a break, or stay away for awhile to simmer the flames to a fire that was started over false truths and emotional mind fucks. You know, the regular shit that goes on when there are CLUSTERFUCKs abound. I still left short comments here and there and placed one-liners on my journal to let you know, those who care, that I was still around - just beneath the surface.
I've held my tongue for long enough and now I feel the time is right to break the silence. I was never really good at saying nothing about something anyway - I'm a goddamn writer for goodness sakes! But I did it for peace and courtesy and I think I've paid my dues.
(ick.)
As of now, I am working on another indie zine. It's smaller than my usual 8 1/2 x 11 layout format, but it's cute and savvy and much more colorful and fun than AIMZINE or anything I've worked on print wise. I'm hoping to get a promo done for SF next week, so I can possibly find some people to jump on the bandwagon and resume with this revolution I put on hold since last August (a minor set back involving finances and personal time management). If any of you are interested in what I am doing, please feel free to use the new and improved e-mail option here on SG and let me know what you have to offer, or better yet, find out what I can offer you. Your time won't be wasted, I promise.
(what else?!)
Daniel and I are re-inventing the decor of the apartment. It's natural tiki ambiance is not enough for our ever-evolving tastebuds so we have resorted to clashing all sorts of art forms and themes to better suite our needs - right now, everything is in dissaray. I forgot what color the carpet is in our bedroom and daniel has almost lost a finger or two drilling things and making holes on walls and furniture. Oh, God - he almost set the house on fire yesterday!!! He was frying corndogs and we had a minor oil spill that caused an electrical fire that filled the house with this awful burning stench - cut short: flour does help put out a fire - but that's a story that can be elaborated at another time . . .
(hungry.)
Work is driving me crazy! I wish I could just work at SANRIO and live the rest of my days in 'hello kitty' land, like I want to. But I have to have a BA for that - and who the FUCK has time to get one of those?! Especially when you are socially involved, like I am. It's like ultimately impossible. And why the HELL do you need a BA to work at SANRIO as a graphic artist anyway?!! I bet I can do everything someone with a BA can do there - and better! I swear, shit sucks. Don't get me wrong, education is undeniably important - but just give me a chance with a job like that and I'll work my way up that BA alley soon enough.
So blah, what was I saying? Oh yeah, work SUCKS. These to social worker bitches complained about me and said I was discriminating against them over the phone because they were black social workers . . . . HELLO?!!! How the fuck do I know you're a goddamn social worker, let alone black! - OVER THE FUCKING PHONE?!! I'm just taking your stupid 58 entree order here as quickly and as effeciently as possible, miss! Grumpy hungry ass people always breathing down my neck and talking shit. Hasn't anyone seen the movie, WAITING?!!! Don't FUCK with people who SERVE (or prepare) your food!
. . . calming down . . . slowly.
(love of my life)
I don't think I could live without my cat. And I don't think I could stress that enough if I tried. She is the cutest, most LOVING being I have the previlege of knowing. Even though she can be a little shit when I'm trying to be intimate with my man . . . fucking jealous bitch - I swear!
Kiss kiss.
(the end.)
It was a beautiful day today - as clear and sunny as can be. I wish it could be like this everyday . . .
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
sillyzebra:
man u wrote alot .. its 9pm im still at work
borisboris668:
First off, I coulda told you about the flour thing...I am kinda good for something. Starting up a new 'zine sounds really, really cool...not unlike something I owuld've done if I ever was like..um..not lazy. So what's it about? I totally know what you're talking about ( and whaWillis was talking about) when it comes to not having a BA ( or even an AA in my case) in a career field like art, or graphic art even. And yes, it is sad because the people out there who are truly gifted at that kinda stuff really don't need a BA, they just need a shot to start working. I guess the best thing about going to school is learning the techniques...and probably more importantly, the hookups. Anyway, good luck o the zine..I'd help if I could in any way..but how? I can't imagine. Good luck!