Thursday Oct 11, 2007

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Hello little jaggerbushes.

Your girl here is sick as hell and has mysterious lumps on her domepiece. Seriously, I have two little goose eggs on the side of my head like I got hit.....except......I didn't. I mean, I was pretty drunk the other night but not THAT drunk.

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HAVE YOU EVER SEEN MILLER HIGH LIFE IN A CAN!?




All cool 20something year olds go drink in the cemetary at night. And carve the word HATE into their arms! Haha. You would think that working (and by working I mean practically living) at a place dedicated to that man would make me sick of him, but no. I loves.



Anyway, I'm more than slightly creeped out by the bumps on my head. Maybe I'm allergic to my weave? I hope not!

RedAss did a painting that I think is fucking FANTASTIC:

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And not just because its of me, from my set that was rejected a while ago



I had possibly the best weekend ever last weekend. It basically involved kittens, whiskey, and fucking. What more can a girl ask for?

A lot has changed in a short period of time.

I should be moving back to the city and the fuck OUT of my parents house in the next couple weeks. I'll be moving into a house with a couple nerdy-ass (read: MAGIC CARD playing!) dudes and a sassy-ass girl. And I'll be sharing the attic floor with a mama cat and her three babies who are currently a little over a week old. So. Fucking. Cute. I anticipate a great deal of kitteh spoonfests!

I plan on moving east by January.

I've decided to cut out some toxic friends. I'm not going to waste my energy hating certain people, or even disliking them really, but I will never let them in again. Always at an arms length and no one gets hurt.

There is a boy. He is not my boyfriend. But he is not not my boyfriend either. Does that make sense? It does. You know what I mean. I probably shouldn't even be talking about this but I have a big damn mouth and can't keep anything quiet!

Anyway, here are some pictures from the Philly/NYC trip that I never posted:

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They call me White Chocolate...

Me hiding from the po-lice and El_Scootro being lumberjackish.

It was like 95 degrees and I hadn't washed my hair in a week.

BFFs

A lot of fake hair right here.

The funny thing is my hands are smaller.
One weave and two wigs.

I'm an albino.

An extremely sexy albino.

Totally unrelated to NYC, but for good measure:

hahaha



We had a mixtape exchange at work. This was mine. You like? I'll send you one. 'Cause I'm feeling nice.

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punknitemike:
you look like you would be a blast to hang out with, so when can we hang out? wink
undershaker:
Unexplained bumps on the head... Either you toss & turn at nite, & hit your head against a bed-post or night-stand (or some other furnishing), or you've had them for years, but never noticed. Bumps on the noggin like those are why I'd never shave my head, too. (That, & I'm balding...)

Also, congrats on completing your late 80s/early 90s motif -- I love the TMNT sweater & Mr T styled necklace, by the way -- by moving in with MAGIC players.

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