thepirate

Why can't you be dead or something?

hope you get the job!

I love you because you totally rule.

Wait... you know someone who deals heroin?

hey. i'd recognize that rear view mirror anywhere. you know that we have matching cars, right?

I.must.go.get.fish.tacos.

How does scientific software improve the world? Who're you kidding? Come on now.

Bombs for the first world, militia style, is what I meant for you to build. But hey, if it's not your thing . . . .

Porn with no plot? We've come a long way since then, thank god.

Nice t-shirt. Uniporn. Oh My God, that just came out of my mind. Bomb me now.

Aww. So many radness points for this picture. I can't even list them all.

Damn, 3D porn sounds awesome.

Okay. Valid. I could never separate work from social life; not a sacrifice I'm willing to make, I guess. I work my friends and I friend my works. Then again, I sacrifice other stuff -- security, stability, assistants, drivers, maids, dry cleaning, parental respect, and this one pair of shoes I'm never gonna have. Those shoes really kill me, but the rest isn't actually a sacrifice to me -- just less shit I need to answer to.

I only went to college under one condition -- I wasn't gonna pay for it. So I went to McGill (which is free, cause I've got Canadian citizenship) and then transferred to NYU cause the suckers were willing to give me an academic scholarship. (That school is loaded.) Yeah, I busted my ass to earn that, and I had other jobs to pay for the books, housing, cocaine, whores, etc. . . But I didn't want any strings attached once I was done.

Now I'm thinking of going to an art school in NY that's free. VERY hard to get into, and it only offers an undergrad degree. But I don't care. It would be great to learn some skills, hone the craft, be the older woman to a harem of eighteen year old art fags. Yes.

So anyway. Thanks for sharing. Just remember, keep your options open even if/when you do get this stint at the ol' ladder. There are ways to pay off your loans that you could also be proud of doing and personally challenged by. Running a whorehouse, perhaps? I'm looking for a partner. . . .

New York ain't so bad. At dusk, anyway.

My brother's a programmer. He's also eager to do his own thing, he's got a great game idea, and wants to come back to NY. I'll work on it with him -- "creative consultant" -- cha-ching!

My medium is me. And you. The world is my medium. Shit, make that the universe. (Why limit myself?) I do film occasionally -- it takes a lot of time and you can't do it alone, usually. Video is more fun, animation & drawing & music are better still. Whatever keeps me out of the doghouse.

You can always make bank, cut out while you're young, and spend the rest of your life building bombs in Montana.

my family used to rent a cottage on lake michigan with the cousins. plenty og trouble to be had there [there were 8 of us or so at any given time and a ton of other kids]. Yes, my family drove the whole way from New Jersey. We always left at 3am to 'beat the traffic.'

Arthur Miller died. Finally. I thought we'd never get rid of him. Now there's only a few smart people left . . . soon, the world will be OURS! The dumb shall rule the earth without opposition! SG, flash some tits and ass for dumb! (Yeah, ok, I know that goes without saying, but do it with heart this time . . . .)

Urine this

It's funny. I was just thinking how New York is missing something. Or someone. Someone with a piss fixation and a vast collection of top siders.

So come on over. We can squeeze you in. Somehow. (Bring a human-size shoehorn, though, just in case.)

And by the way, I'm not into this remote-control vicarious living shit either -- I'm referring to your suggestion of wiring a crackhead and listening from the comfort of a secret service suv. But now that I think about it, I might as well be referring to this here site. Only good thing about it is that I can be a total phony and no one knows the truth -- no one sees the sociopathic troll behind this cool, smart, sultry facade.

No one knows that I actually am the crackhead whore with wires on.

Oh forgot to mention, I finished with your cover letter, but I'm not sure what to do about the resume -- do you wanna include the gay cruise masseur-boy under Work Experience or Interests?

what are you feeling about your hair? I thought super short fuzzy was rad, but hey it took you a long time to grow it out. Go with your gut on what you feel. Hack, maintain or grow longer.....

I've got no hair advice.
Where is that picture?

I'm not in the greatest place either. Sympathy and so many hugs and loves for you.

damn.

I hope you find yourself in a better spot soon.

No joke, they're hard to get out of my head too.