Sis Boom Blah

14
Feb

I’m fucking back
28
Dec

Dictionary 2011

Word / Definition

1. Broken — April 21st breaking of leg. Goddamn.

2. For real — I’m not fucking kidding. I mean it and it’s crazy.

3. Obvs — Obviously I don’t have time to finish this word.

4. Def — totes.

5. Stitches — most uncomfortable pain of the whole year.

6. Fuck — everything.

7. Oxy — contin/codone. Best.

8. Heart — www.heartymagazine.com (internship!)

9. Diploma — Graduated from a one year program and am still unemployable.

10. Red — hair.

11. Mice — they’re back. Still waiting to catch one so I can put a little hat on it and name it Gus.

12. Secret — Location (thank god for homes away from home).

13. Twitter — yeah. Did it. My boyfriend hates me now. Especially when I re-tweet Oprah.

14. Best friend — 4 month hiatus (maybe the hardest thing so far this year).

15. Seafoam green — nailpolish/art space (LOVE IT)
15
Oct

got my costume!
15
Jun

BFFFFFFF
10
Jun

Agnostic/Hebrew love affair
19
Apr

Job Opportunity

I want to start over. I’m ready now. I’ve had 27 years to work some stuff out and now I’m ready for a do-over. This time around didn’t work out like I planned. Given a second chance, I’ll be nicer to myself. I swear. I’m so sick of hating myself that I’m ready and willing (technology permitting) to switch brains. Whose would be good? Some girl whose dad really loved her and who now loves herself probably. One who’s got her emotions under control and takes care of her body and mind by taking time to relax, exercise and eat well and doesn’t “unwind” by getting drunk or doing drugs. One who knows that she’s worthy of good things and doesn’t sabotage everything. One who is good with people and doesn’t insist that they must all secretly hate her because “who wouldn’t?”

If for some unforeseeable reason, I can’t start over, though, then I just need this girl to replace me for a bit. I need a time out. I’m just gonna sit on the sidelines for a while and figure shit out before I make any more mistakes. I could step in after I catch my breath, but not before. The stand-in can even use all my stuff. Live in my apartment for free. For real. Have at it. But as per our agreement, I’ll expect that my emotional / spiritual / physical self will be fully sorted by the time my leave is over. Otherwise, I’m gonna charge you all that back rent. And for every bit of my fancy perfume you used. That shit’s not free, you spoiled bitch.
4
17
Apr

i hope this is a compliment and not a …. non-compliment?

www.melzee.com
(Source: allum)
17
Apr

Now I’ll always know my mood
47
23
Mar

&c.: we should all be motherfucking feminists

pleiotrope:

At what point did being a feminist* start being uncool? I’m a motherfucking feminist and I’m fucking proud of it. I’m also fucking pissed off and here’s why:

I am sick and tired of losing this war of attrition against the right regarding abortion and reproductive rights. I am sick and tired of…

(Source: hypertrophic)
1
23
Mar

gut rot

holy shit. made the mistake of looking at people’s blogs for the last umm…2 hours?! puts my life in a super shitty, bored-out-of-my-fuckin-mind perspective. oh my god… everyone’s TRAVELED and has amazing art! their blogs are about more than just “i’m bummed”. and it just perpetuates my need to express bummed-ness after looking at them because they’re MY AGE. or like YOUNGER. i’m not that old. but maybe i AM?! 27? is that old? i don’t even know. i don’t look forward to wearing bikini’s at the beach in the summer and i don’t take photos on old polaroids that are pastel-colored GENIUS. i don’t have a lacey, art-filled apartment that i share with my lovely cat. i don’t have huge get-togethers with a million people who LOVE me. i have ONE best friend. NOT TWELVE. i’ve never been to mexico. or europe! i am not friends with every band in vancouver. i mean, i kinda know a lot of people, but do i actually KNOW them? i don’t think so. i don’t have an arsenal of work to show. i haven’t written a song in almost a year. and even then, man…they weren’t that good or like GROUND BREAKING. i mean, come on…. i don’t even know who i am. i think maybe this is my life crisis: LONELINESS AND SELF HATRED MIXED INTO A LAME-BLOG STEW. ughhhh my stomach hurts.
14
Mar

Who had time to graffiti this on the inside of a stall in Bon’s? Seriously. I want to know.
1
25
Feb

disguises come in handy for moments like this
25
Feb

miss you, lovely…
24
Feb

I am a filthy animal
8
Feb

Disappearing boy… Hope yr enjoying the tea party <3 <3 <3