| i hate art. |
[Oct. 14th, 2008|01:51 pm] |
I have dedicated the past three weeks to making a ridiculous abomination - with sole intention of making said ridiculous abomination. NO REGRETS! My life is getting eaten by a foam and fabric construction - aiming to depict the lower half of an obese, white man (to be worn on the upper half of a slimish asianish girl). Fill in the blank as to which orifice is indulgently eating my social-life.
I sliced my pinkie finger open on Friday night - when particularly distressed and craving a drunken snack (i.e. sliced raw onion and olives. What can I say? Our pantry is limiting). It sliced a clean smile right across the finger - to the bone and bled bled bled. Refused to go to hospital and sit amongst the flotsam of drunken early weekend injuries. Too ugly. Had the joy of patrick smashing said finger yesterday. He had gotten stung by a bee and was smacking his hand on the floor and his head on the door as to show the pain. in doing to smashed my finger, reopened the wound and then got irritated at my panic... Ass. Anyway - waffling re asshole boyfriend aside - here is a conversation that happened at work just now, regarding this:
Woman-i-work-with: What happened to your finger?
Me: I cut it open
Woman-i-work-with: Were you trying to kill yourself?
Yes. It was a serious cry for help.
In other news, a disturbingly large amount of food has been tossed at me, of late. Yesterday it was an unpalatable looking bit of chocolate chip muffin tossed from a car window (the guilty throwers then went into the service station directly ahead of me - jerks). Today's choice was far more elegant - bubblegum. Chewed up and thrown disdainfully at my hair presumably by a disgruntled highschooler JUS CHILLIN AT THE BUS STOP N SHIT. Obviously - I have been working far too much - there was no rage. what is this?! If it were yesterday nothing would have stopped me from laying down the SMACKDOWN - shoving two fingers down my throat and using vom as an EXTREME METHOD of disapproval. my holy purge would teach those little shits to not throw gum in another ho's weave. teach them young. bitches.
in truth, like this morning, i would have done nothing... as i am not sure which one of those little shits it was... |
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| Door. |
[Oct. 18th, 2007|12:57 pm] |
OREN MOVERMAN: What drew you to Shine?
NOAH TAYLOR: As much as I'd love to say, "I did this picture because it meant da-da-da-da," I did it because it was a job. I'd turned down a lot of stuff, and when Shine came along, it was not only acceptable to me, but in the end it turned out to be a good thing for so many different reasons. For David Helfgott, it has improved his life fiscally and emotionally. The director, Scott Hicks, spent ten years developing and researching this film and letting it percolate in his head, so it was nice to see it pay off for him. And the film obviously strikes some deep chords with people, whereas a lot of films today are wasteful. They deal in banal entertainment when they could be healing. Personally, I prefer music to film because music is much purer. It can be divine, whereas film is so often just eight inches away from being snuff. So it's a dirty business, film. But, you know [shrugs], it's a job. [gets up and closes the door] I'm obsessed with this door.
OM: Why's that?
NT: I have a door obsession. It has to be shut. It's obviously something very anal. [alarmed] Don't do it! Oh, I thought you were going to open it.
OM: NO, I'm locking it.
NT: Oh, thanks. It's fear of opportunity, perhaps. [laughs] |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|07:07 pm] |
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search doggy fizzle televizzle in youtube. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 16th, 2007|08:54 pm] |
DEFINE
REDEFINE
REDINERJF
FJHRELSIF
REFICLAN
RHGLDND
REHFGND
IIIIIII
EEEEEEE
REDEFUN
hey
someone should come to andrew's birthday tomorrow. it's at my house. i may or may not be there.
ALL THE MORE REASON TO CUMMMMMMMMMMMM |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2007|09:41 pm] |
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i need a pseudonym for the things i write -- can someone please help me. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 4th, 2007|12:41 pm] |
i miss sleeping.
i'm sure sleeping misses me.
we miss each other.
i love you sleeping - i will endorse you, foreverevereverevereevereverever |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 9th, 2007|04:32 pm] |
obsessed
with
baking
bread.
however
suck
at
baking
bread |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 4th, 2007|06:51 pm] |
--------- HEY EAT SHIT THIS JOURNAL IS MOSTLY FRIENDS ONLY MOTHERFUCKER -----------
oi man, its not that i don't like you. because i do. i just have so many feelings. wouldn't want to overwhelm you. whatever. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2006|01:52 pm] |
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Pauly shore, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Paul-eey Shore. the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the lips. Paul. EE. Shooore. |
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| "elliott smith, drea" |
[Aug. 7th, 2006|07:40 pm] |
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i am covered in bed bug bites and tea tree oil, i only like people who genuinely, honestly and non-ironically believe that the moldy peaches are the best thing to ever happen to life (ever) and that new york city is a graveyard. if anyone wants me - i have fallen into the view from my dining room window and matt is stabbing me muttering "elliott smith, drea". we are both on acid. love?
ps we have filled in "cute" as the religion and language on our census forms. |
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[May. 2nd, 2006|04:49 pm] |
During my lunch break i napped and dreamt that i would marry THIS man.
We will be so happy. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|09:10 pm] |
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ouch, what a weekend. |
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