Liberated a pair of bad ass cowboy boots.
Wearing them for breakfast.
Feeling tall even when I sit.
and ne
...goddamn I am high.
I was shown the real slums of the internet. 4chan /b/ is [fill in your choice of adjective]. O. Dear. God.
I love it when all the Halloween stuff is on sale. I have added a glow-in-the-dark dangling skeletons strand to my balcony. Boo. No, that's ghosts. *crack* yes, that's much more skeleton.
I want to be in costume again. Being someone else. We act like we don't want it but there are those times. And you know those times.
My car won't start. The Republican man just towed it away. I don't think he liked my stickers. My ride is sort of an eye-catcher I guess. It's a silver '94 station wagon with over 15 bumper stickers (ex: "It seems our technology has surpassed our humanity", "the Pinstripes", "Legalize Freedom", "Habitat for Humanity Foundation", and of course "Peace").
My tape deck is bitchin' with an R.E.M. cassette.
I named her "Clarissa".
(I so enjoy pop culture references)
Running out of cigs.
Out of food.
Without vehicle.
Insufficient funds.
Monday.
Lame.
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Monday, November 15, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
The Weekend of Samhain
"Final Friday" Halloween Gallery hop downtown tonight.
Grown up kiddies dressed up as kittens and tea-baggers. Dancing around creepy art I've come to love so much. Getting lost in the festivities, whirls, swirls, lights, music...
This journey out may be a little intimidating. All the galleries had free wine last year and I don't remember anything past the 3rd or 4th stop. The last thing I recall is standing on the roof of a monstrous building in the middle of the city, looking at all the people ants.
Ugh, this could be bad. I'm so hesitant to throw myself out in a mess of alcohol and that warmth stemming from it. The smell, the taste, dear god my mouth is watering as I type this. Sip, gulp, chug, another. Sip, gulp, chug, another... Maybe they'll have candy?
So I'll be having my own little party. It involves fluffy green stuff. Wanna join? I'll be the short girl dressed as Ginger Spice lingering away from the others, probably freezing my ass off on a bench while I scribble notes about the evening, the pieces, artists, costumes, and how much I hate wearing make-up.
Saturday involves mad party held in an 18th century motel converted into an apartment complex where all the peaceniks live and make art. All doors open.
Sunday is scary movies, meditation, and a harvest feast!
Grown up kiddies dressed up as kittens and tea-baggers. Dancing around creepy art I've come to love so much. Getting lost in the festivities, whirls, swirls, lights, music...
This journey out may be a little intimidating. All the galleries had free wine last year and I don't remember anything past the 3rd or 4th stop. The last thing I recall is standing on the roof of a monstrous building in the middle of the city, looking at all the people ants.
Ugh, this could be bad. I'm so hesitant to throw myself out in a mess of alcohol and that warmth stemming from it. The smell, the taste, dear god my mouth is watering as I type this. Sip, gulp, chug, another. Sip, gulp, chug, another... Maybe they'll have candy?
So I'll be having my own little party. It involves fluffy green stuff. Wanna join? I'll be the short girl dressed as Ginger Spice lingering away from the others, probably freezing my ass off on a bench while I scribble notes about the evening, the pieces, artists, costumes, and how much I hate wearing make-up.
Saturday involves mad party held in an 18th century motel converted into an apartment complex where all the peaceniks live and make art. All doors open.
Sunday is scary movies, meditation, and a harvest feast!
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