in a fit of extreme awesome drunkeness last night, roughhousing in the supermarket in stiletto thigh-high boots at 3:30 am, i managed to fall and split my chin wide open on the dairy case. the fucking dairy case. hahaha! i'm probably going to have a scar. i couldn't stop laughing for like an hour afterward, even as i was trying to tape the damned thing up with butterfly strips because i didn't want to go to the hospital to get stitches. today, it's still kinda bleeding and hurts so fucking much, i've medicated myself with klonopin, vicodin and sauvignon blanc. and tomorrow at work i'm going to have to wear a band-aid on my face. i've NEVER had to wear a band-aid on my face before. how embarrassing.
i need to lose the weight i gained and get toned, so i can start modeling for jen's store again. i need to stop eating nothing but hot dogs, despite them being so delicious.
i'm moving back to nyc in june, and i want to live in east harlem or yorkville - the two closest, least expensive neighborhoods to school. and i'll be living with my bff, louise marie, who is gorgeous, hysterical and a better artist than almost anyone i know. she just graduated from carnegie mellon with a degree in fine arts and business. i'm going to miss glenn and our cat, but they'll visit often. the drive is relatively short and he needs to keep abreast of current contemporary art exhibitions and visit graduate schools in ny. he's either going to columbia or bard, because they have the best programs for curating modern art.
i kind of want to do that awful fast everyone else is doing, with the lemon juice and maple syrup and cheyanne [sp?] pepper for ten days. maybe i'll die.
if anyone knows any good jobs in nyc they think i might be good at, let me know. i'd make a killer personal stylist or makeup artist, i can manage clothing stores, work in museums, in offices and i'm terrifyingly charming, clever and efficient. and i'm an amazing dancer, which isn't really marketable, but it's my favorite thing.
i'm currently helping glenn plan a traveling exhibition on rust belt musicians that he'll probably get paid a ton of money for curating. and i'm priming his canvases for the show he's going to be in with louise marie, and jason fate - my best friend and his best friend. isn't that cute? [i don't know what he's going to do without me.
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ps. thanks for the xmas present, jason!!!
i need to lose the weight i gained and get toned, so i can start modeling for jen's store again. i need to stop eating nothing but hot dogs, despite them being so delicious.
i'm moving back to nyc in june, and i want to live in east harlem or yorkville - the two closest, least expensive neighborhoods to school. and i'll be living with my bff, louise marie, who is gorgeous, hysterical and a better artist than almost anyone i know. she just graduated from carnegie mellon with a degree in fine arts and business. i'm going to miss glenn and our cat, but they'll visit often. the drive is relatively short and he needs to keep abreast of current contemporary art exhibitions and visit graduate schools in ny. he's either going to columbia or bard, because they have the best programs for curating modern art.
i kind of want to do that awful fast everyone else is doing, with the lemon juice and maple syrup and cheyanne [sp?] pepper for ten days. maybe i'll die.
if anyone knows any good jobs in nyc they think i might be good at, let me know. i'd make a killer personal stylist or makeup artist, i can manage clothing stores, work in museums, in offices and i'm terrifyingly charming, clever and efficient. and i'm an amazing dancer, which isn't really marketable, but it's my favorite thing.
i'm currently helping glenn plan a traveling exhibition on rust belt musicians that he'll probably get paid a ton of money for curating. and i'm priming his canvases for the show he's going to be in with louise marie, and jason fate - my best friend and his best friend. isn't that cute? [i don't know what he's going to do without me.
]ps. thanks for the xmas present, jason!!!
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oh long john
oh long johnson
oh don piano
why i eyes ya?
all the live long day.