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Spraypaint.
Posted on 2009.11.09 at 15:05Current Location: Huffing.
Current Mood:
dirty
Current Music: Krylon.
Misery's the River of the World
(Everybody Row)
Current Location: Huffing.
Current Mood:
dirty
Current Music: Krylon.
Crystal, on relationships:
for Christmas you should wrap a a piece of paper in a nice fancy big box
and then when you open it the paper will say "pack your shit"
for Christmas you should wrap a a piece of paper in a nice fancy big box
and then when you open it the paper will say "pack your shit"
Years ago, I'm not sure how long, I went to see Harvey Pekar speak. He was hilarious and it was lovely. I got him to provide the speech bubble for a comic my then-boyfriend had illustrated (he was an illustration major) which was maybe the best gift I've ever given someone (although he didn't appreciate it because, somehow, he didn't know who Harvey Pekar was. Whatever. I dumped him like a month later and he cried a lot.) Point being, during his stage time, Harvey Pekar let it slip that Robert Crumb was in the process of illustrating Genesis. Now, I say let it slip, because he fumbled and said something like "oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have said that."
Ever since then, I've been waiting for the book to come out.
I went to the cool-kids indie bookstore like two weeks ago, maybe three? And there it was. And I went to the counter clerk guy and ever-so-delicately said FUCK YOU HAVE IT! IS IT AWESOME? And he said he had no idea what I was talking about. I explained, then he turned to his associate and he, too, was clueless, and then subsequently delighted, just like the first guy. I was a little shocked that two Robert Crumb fans were unaware of the book, because it's creation slipped out into the media shortly after Pekar blurted it out on stage, which was probably related, who knows. Whatever. They had a shipment of this book out, for DAYS, that no one was buying, or even knew existed. What? I saw this situation in two separate stores.
So I went back last week to buy it, because that's what happens when you get paid, you buy things, and it's nowhere to be found. Apparently, I let the cat out of the bag, and now every copy in this town has been purchased... even though it was out for a week and untouched before I said anything. Cute.
Nate, being the clever bird he is, just informed me that he tried to get it, that it's sold out all over town, and that it's my birthday present but it's going to be late because he has to order it. So, I'm happy.
Ever since then, I've been waiting for the book to come out.
I went to the cool-kids indie bookstore like two weeks ago, maybe three? And there it was. And I went to the counter clerk guy and ever-so-delicately said FUCK YOU HAVE IT! IS IT AWESOME? And he said he had no idea what I was talking about. I explained, then he turned to his associate and he, too, was clueless, and then subsequently delighted, just like the first guy. I was a little shocked that two Robert Crumb fans were unaware of the book, because it's creation slipped out into the media shortly after Pekar blurted it out on stage, which was probably related, who knows. Whatever. They had a shipment of this book out, for DAYS, that no one was buying, or even knew existed. What? I saw this situation in two separate stores.
So I went back last week to buy it, because that's what happens when you get paid, you buy things, and it's nowhere to be found. Apparently, I let the cat out of the bag, and now every copy in this town has been purchased... even though it was out for a week and untouched before I said anything. Cute.
Nate, being the clever bird he is, just informed me that he tried to get it, that it's sold out all over town, and that it's my birthday present but it's going to be late because he has to order it. So, I'm happy.
Oh hay, look whuz behind mah house...
I'll take my real camera out tomorrow and impress you even further.
I'll take my real camera out tomorrow and impress you even further.
Do you fucking know that I don't have any cat icons?! OH GOD!
This is my week so far:
www.nataliedee.com
This is my week so far:
www.nataliedee.com
Mike wins.
See, the problem with short girls is the height differential. Like say, if I try to fuck a short girl bent over the kitchen sink, say to give her a break from making me dinner, I literally have to pick her up by the hips, like feet off the ground, and then my arms get tired or I have to like do the weird half-squat.
Stolen from Coco.
Current Location: I wish there were lightbulbs in this fixture.
Current Mood:
drunk
Current Music: Why does the DMV play Cher when I'm there?
I had a shitty day.
Why?
Because when you live in new apartments, they have carpeting, and carpeting requires vacuum cleaners, and vacuum cleaners cost something like $150+.
And because getting your car registered in CA costs $182 + a $60 smog check thing.
And because your new stylist is lovely, but costs $55 + tip, and you're used to $25 because you've been spoiled rotten by the same faggy super-stylist for four years.
And because, to feel like you spent some of your paycheck on at least ONE thing you actually wanted to pay for, you tried to find a pair of goddamn basic shoes, and no one had your size, because your feet are huge mutant feet and no one loves you.
So?
So you get a bottle of not-bad $5 wine from Trader Joe's, some fancy crackers and fancy cheese, and you drink it while watching sci-fi and CURSING THE HEAVENS for pretty much anything that pops into your head.
Look! A girl haircut!
Do I look weird there? If I do, it's because I'm half-drunk and furious.
Mmmm... furious...
Why?
Because when you live in new apartments, they have carpeting, and carpeting requires vacuum cleaners, and vacuum cleaners cost something like $150+.
And because getting your car registered in CA costs $182 + a $60 smog check thing.
And because your new stylist is lovely, but costs $55 + tip, and you're used to $25 because you've been spoiled rotten by the same faggy super-stylist for four years.
And because, to feel like you spent some of your paycheck on at least ONE thing you actually wanted to pay for, you tried to find a pair of goddamn basic shoes, and no one had your size, because your feet are huge mutant feet and no one loves you.
So?
So you get a bottle of not-bad $5 wine from Trader Joe's, some fancy crackers and fancy cheese, and you drink it while watching sci-fi and CURSING THE HEAVENS for pretty much anything that pops into your head.
Look! A girl haircut!
Do I look weird there? If I do, it's because I'm half-drunk and furious.
Mmmm... furious...
I walked by a display of ghost-shaped potato chips and immediately grabbed a bag when I realized what they were... I am a marketer's dream.
I moved to Santa Cruz.
Here are some photos.
(There are about 200 photos, but I'm only posting a few here.)
( Shall we?... )Here are some photos.
(There are about 200 photos, but I'm only posting a few here.)
"Some dude from the internet asked me how I felt about handjobs and I said awesome and then he said handjobs were sweet and then I told him he needed to get a better girlfriend than lamesville b/c then he wouldn't have to ask fat girls from the internet for handjobs and get turned down."
-Crystal
-Crystal
I just got my very first nice camera today. (Not at that price, thankfully.)
... I did not, however, remember to order a memory card with it. Lulz.
Tomorrow, I will get one, and then this blog will explode with bullshit photos you have no interest in... But wait! I also got a wireless remote for it! So there could be NOODZ! But there won't be. But there could be! It is an option! I have options!
Other news:
I have a rash on my arm. It's mysterious. It's been there for two days. Tomorrow, I will take a hi-res photo of it and post it here for everyone to guess what new and terrible disease I've contracted.
I also got scrabble for my fancy ipod touch thingy and I cannot stop playing it. Nate made me buy it after I beat the previous high score of Word Fu (500pts or something) with my 4500. He told me it wasn't fair for me to play Word Fu any longer. I pretty much just like saying that I am A WORD FU MASTER!!! I don't play video games, so please allow me this one completely meaningless victory over something. It's just shitty digital boggle, really.
I want to fuck Leonard McCoy in the new Star Trek. Not the actor that plays him, like not in his trailer or something, it needs to be in-character and maybe in space. I specifically have a crush on the young Leonard McCoy. The movie finally made it to the dollar-theatre, so I went to see it again, and was reminded how much I like handsome, desperately negative men with poor attitudes.
... I did not, however, remember to order a memory card with it. Lulz.
Tomorrow, I will get one, and then this blog will explode with bullshit photos you have no interest in... But wait! I also got a wireless remote for it! So there could be NOODZ! But there won't be. But there could be! It is an option! I have options!
Other news:
I have a rash on my arm. It's mysterious. It's been there for two days. Tomorrow, I will take a hi-res photo of it and post it here for everyone to guess what new and terrible disease I've contracted.
I also got scrabble for my fancy ipod touch thingy and I cannot stop playing it. Nate made me buy it after I beat the previous high score of Word Fu (500pts or something) with my 4500. He told me it wasn't fair for me to play Word Fu any longer. I pretty much just like saying that I am A WORD FU MASTER!!! I don't play video games, so please allow me this one completely meaningless victory over something. It's just shitty digital boggle, really.
I want to fuck Leonard McCoy in the new Star Trek. Not the actor that plays him, like not in his trailer or something, it needs to be in-character and maybe in space. I specifically have a crush on the young Leonard McCoy. The movie finally made it to the dollar-theatre, so I went to see it again, and was reminded how much I like handsome, desperately negative men with poor attitudes.
"Let's see that Redwood forest fist you like I do."
-Crystal, commenting on my move.
1. Look forward to many more updates! Yay! LJ and I almost broke-up after this entire fucking site got hacked, but who am I kidding? I've had this shitty blog for 5 years or something and the same handful of loyal, depressed, people still read it and comment. There is love. There is also no easy way to save my blog, along with the comments, which are half the reason I like this thing anyway, so I'm trapped here on this digital island. I figure with some counseling, my relationship with LJ will be good as new.
2. I am a little bit moving to California? In like 10 days. Seriously. I am completely unprepared, but so so ready.
3. I got a lot of stuff. I am in this accidental materialistic phase, where I'm throwing out the mountains of second-hand garbage that swallows space and joy, and replacing it with small, efficient, clean things that make me feel productive, instead of oppressed. I listed it all off to a friend today and he responded with "CUNT" -He's sort of right, though. It's an almost-unnecessarily fancy list of stuff. Point being, one of these things is, at long last, a new digital camera. A nice one. There will be photos! Road-trip-to-CA posts, crap-I-think-needs-documented posts, raunchy nudes (of other people) and cat pictures!
2. I am a little bit moving to California? In like 10 days. Seriously. I am completely unprepared, but so so ready.
3. I got a lot of stuff. I am in this accidental materialistic phase, where I'm throwing out the mountains of second-hand garbage that swallows space and joy, and replacing it with small, efficient, clean things that make me feel productive, instead of oppressed. I listed it all off to a friend today and he responded with "CUNT" -He's sort of right, though. It's an almost-unnecessarily fancy list of stuff. Point being, one of these things is, at long last, a new digital camera. A nice one. There will be photos! Road-trip-to-CA posts, crap-I-think-needs-documented posts, raunchy nudes (of other people) and cat pictures!
... Like, what an intense body mod, right?
On the fence behind my apartment, someone wrote "NO MORE ANGLE" with a little halo that was crossed-out.
I decided to contribute.
I decided to contribute.
excited
I painted my nails a color that I can only think to describe as the vinyl upholstery one might expect to find in an outdated hospital waiting room. I am completely comfortable sporting this unattractive hue. I can tell that people don't notice it right away, because it's subtle, but when they do it's this sort of awkward moment when they have to rethink everything they know about me. (I thought she had taste? Isn't that one of the defining characteristics I know this person to have? Maybe this is some new fashion trend I just haven't caught onto yet? Even so, does a trend make this godawful shade appealing? Am I such a slave to marketing that I would deny my true feelings?)
And I enjoy this event. I enjoy seeing people torn about possibly offending me, but dying to ask what the fucking deal is.
It's pretty awesome to have inside jokes with yourself. It's completely masturbatory.
And I enjoy this event. I enjoy seeing people torn about possibly offending me, but dying to ask what the fucking deal is.
It's pretty awesome to have inside jokes with yourself. It's completely masturbatory.