wendy

i'm not going home for thanksgiving because my job blows, but i quit today.

i think that might metaphorically be the story of my life. fuck. they told me that i had to be here to work the day after thanksgiving so i said you know what .. time to be responsible. i said fuck my brother who just got back from volunteering in Israel, fuck my parents who I haven't seen since August, fuck my dog who is 8 years old, has cancer, and can barely walk, fuck my friends who are all college seniors and probably won't be coming home for breaks ever the fuck again, and fuck the fact that my parents just moved to another state, both work full time, and could really REALLY use my help.

i am home. my boss told me the other day that i couldn't take time off for winter break. i quit. i am still home.

i cashed my check and went to the art supply store. i bought wife beaters, tshirts, henleys, and thermals. i bought rubber to make stamps. i bought some other stamps. i bought fabric paint. i bought some glitter and some swarovsky crystals. ahhhhh i have animal print wife beaters EVERYWHERE! on my couch, my kitchen counter, my dining room table, my tv stand. neon green leopard print, hot pink zebra print with hot pink crystals. oooooooh. i am opening a store. it is amazing. except for the fact that i want them all.


i'm going to go around to a few places this weekend and see if anyone will sell my shirts. they so rock. i'll post pictures.

have a good thanksgiving ...i'll be masturbating.