INTO: rhinestones, fiber arts, making out, good hefeweizen, me time, knick-knacks, fake eyelashes, drapery, typography, gin&tonic and good wine, heavy blankets and cozy robes, old books, makeup, vacations, photoshopping.
NOT INTO: safety caps on medicine.
MAKES ME HAPPY: being alone, sleeping in late, cute things, good bands, good boobs, good design, flirting, dogs!, magazines, novels with satisfying endings, nights in with movies, hand-knit stuff, cooking, being out in the country, making mixes, nights out that don’t stop at last-call.
MAKES ME SAD: being alone, being nostalgic, messy rooms, dirty….. things, embarrassing myself, stressing out, porn with dudes in it, yeast infections.
HOBBIES: finding new ways to be a distractor/to distract myself, drawing, painting, sewing, knitting, crocheting, reading.
5 THINGS I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: Cell phone, wallet, keys, coffee, soy milk.
VICES: caring too much, being a complete and utter hypochondriac, being OCD about washing my hands.
I SPEND MOST OF MY FREE TIME: sleeping. ALL of my free time is sleeping…. unless i’m working, or fucking around while thinking about doing work.
Geek and chic are becoming synonymous these days. I was looking at a fashion blog this morning that was praising the fashion-forward notion of horn-rimmed glasses and suspenders. And, while capitalizing on or bastardizing a culture of people who, only years beforehand were ridiculed for the same appearance seems a bit odd–to say the least–there is something to be said that now–more that ever before–it’s easy for you to look cool. And, trust me, it’s worth it if you want to get the high score with the nerdy ladies.
A few years back, the world was fascinated with zombies. You saw zombies everywhere… hell, even Comic heroes were zombiefied and left to prowl on the meek and innocent. Zombie this, zombie that and then have some more Zombie sprinkled all over your morning coffee. You know what they say, a Zombie a day, keeps the necrophiliacs away!
We all know the phrase “We can still be friends, right?” ranks up there as one of the worst phrases one person can say to another person. (Don’t even get me started on that. We were never friends to begin with before whatever the heck we were happened, ass.)
In addition to pseudo-romantical relations, we’ve all at one point in our lives used the word “friend” as a loaded weapon. In junior high, my sister and I would trade our friendship for requests with my younger cousin. If he wanted to be friends, he would have to go downstairs and grab us a snack pack.
Silvi Suicide stops by for this weeks video blog, along with Rambo and Missy. Check out a preview of Rambo in the lingerie she wore for the Ink ‘N’ Undies fashion show, get a peek of Missy’s new ink, and find out what’s so great about back to back multiples.
Over the years I have built up this Ideal. A checklist of features that have inevitably turned me into a picky pretentious asshole, but with good intentions. Like Weird Science, I wish i could take Tina Fey’s chin & glasses, Zooey Deschanel’s smile, Sara Silverman’s mannerisms & Penelope Cruz’s….everything, and turn them into some kind of super girl. Those features have become less important in their practicality eg – those people that are strictly a boobs or butt man, and more about a feeling that’s invoked in my heart by the mathematics of angles, and more overly the colour palette and contrast. As it stands you could probably personify my lust into the form of #RGBYYY00021.
