Archive for August, 2006
Thursday, August 31st, 2006
(Pictures added)
Yesterday S.S. HOT was in a brown cardigan with her hair down, and a guy was reading to her.
Yesterday also was a pre-VMA party sort of thing at Stereo, which I attended with all twenty of the usual folks (BK-OH Invasion 2K6 Impending) and Diana and Amnesia.
At one point Black Face Jesus, friend of Anna Rexia, was holding Baby Suri with a Hitler moustache, who belonged to Amnesia Sparkles. It hit me that maybe all of my friends are completely batshit. But they are lots of fun and they make me happy.
Gawker, who named Anna “Batty McSparklepants,” put up a news headline today that was wonderful: “Celebrities continue to get free shit because fuck you.”
I’m not usually too into going all the way out to Stereo (Wednesdays are weird nights for me), but I had a great time. Pictures to come. Also, Tinsley Mortimer was there, and I seemed to be the only person excited about it.
My friend describes Tinsley as “Paris Hilton, only attractive, smart, nice, and interesting.” I wasn’t planning on drinking, but a Sparks and a swig of something evil in a jug from Steve Valentine were had.
Tonight is all the VMA madness. I’m lined up to go to two after parties (one of which is my weekly thing anyway), and they’re both going to be “big lovely” (thanks, Beckie) in totally different ways. I love love love Stolen Transmission. It might be my favorite party ever, which is good, because I get paid to be there! You should come by tonight because ST might instead stand for Shit Ton (of fun!). Yow! Open Zygo at 1 (which is when I will get there), and it’s Mandy Stellastarr’s birthday! Trent is in town and I hope I run into that lovely jerk. I never get to see him anymore because he’s too damn busy being famous.
Look at Patrick Wolf on The Cobra Snake. So much love and confusion my head just popped.
Remember STAB BABY? STAB BABY. Some kid is going to grow up and be remembered as STAB BABY. Although it might be kind of cool to get that tattooed over one of the scars. Just “I AM STAB BABY.” With the period.
Wednesday, August 30th, 2006
Two girls named D’arby and Emma made a music video for my song “Available.” It is amazing and I am completely in love with them. You can see it here.
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
Today I went to Starbucks in the morning in the middle of writing something pointless, and my phone buzzed as I got a text message. I read it while my coffee was being poured and the guy behind the counter asked me if I was “having a good morning?” I just sort of smiled, not even rudely or dismissively, because I was tired and preoccupied. He said “well, you don’t have to be in such a bad mood.” Then he did the tooth-sucking, lip-smacking thing that all those Starbucks fags do (you know exactly what I mean). So I told him that “it’s your job to be in a good mood, not mine,” and the girl working next to him said “mm hmm” and sucked her teeth at him as she rang up the girl behind me. Then a guy in the corner with a laptop and a giant red bag (full of what? Silverware? Wallets? A bomb?) took my picture, flash and all, as I was leaving. The girl behind the counter said “what the?” and I walked through the door. That place has totally gone to the shitter since BABE left.
Has anyone seen any of the people on any of the Celebrity Fit Club seasons lose a dramatic amount of weight? I can’t remember seeing one who looked much different by the end.
Monday, August 28th, 2006
Was Hannah’s Zygo bottle to blame for the dancing in the rain later, at three in the morning?
Did Anna buy these wings or grow them?
Is that Kathy or is it an artist’s rendering of Kathy?
Is Princess Superstar a Rock Star (not a DJ),
or a DJ (not a Rock Star)?
How many times does a man with a camera end up in a bathroom with H(anna)h?
Is Julian’s “FLASH” lip tattoo the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,
or is this?
Does one of Clay’s songs actually include the line “shake your tranny boobs into outer tranny space?”
Do the BK Girls pee standing?
Do they drink Snow?
Do they blame the Zygo for their barefoot rain romps?
Lots more here (and ps: my flash is back in action).
I spent an afternoon with Beckie last week (the World’s Smallest Smoker).
September is near, which I think is why all of my friends seem to be fighting with each other. Don’t know what it is about September, maybe all the changes that everyone still in and near school goes through – living, social, financial, weather – but every time the month hits nine everyone around me seems to get their full moon wolf teeth out. I think things are just warming up…
I don’t understand Flavor of Love .
Anna and Hannah and Kathy and I will be invading Ohio on the BK Girls Deluxe Midwest Wheels Of Fire Tour Extravaganza Supreme 2K6, from September 22-26, so get ready. We may even burn down a motel in Pennsylvania along the way, unless a group of attractive gentlemen who live somewhere within the State That Gets In the Way would like to host the four of us that Friday night.
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Thursday, August 24th, 2006
I’m curious about you. Please leave an anonymous comment telling me the following:
1. Your age
2. Whether you and I have met
3. A secret
I promise I have no way of finding out who you are, even if you’ve left a comment before. I’m not that savvy.
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
I spent a lot of time at Anna’s this weekend, sometimes as a ghost in Simpsons pajama pants while she and Sabrina were dead on the floor with the top half of a mannequin.
Anna and Sabrina and Mark and I had a pretty low-key daylight weekend that involved lots of music and sitting and punching and Bedford shopping and iced coffee and ice cream.
We all kind of look affected, don’t we? Oops. We did plenty of the usual nighttime stuff, but I didn’t really take many pictures. I wasn’t feeling it this weekend at all. I was just out to have fun, which I certainly did.
A week ago today was the BPM party at Stereo with every DJ on the planet. I don’t really like going to Stereo, especially on random nights in the middle of the week. The entire Stereo/Marquee area makes me so incredibly uncomfortable. Not the people or the buildings, really, just the vibe makes me want to get in my car and get the fuck out of there. But I did have a good time taking pictures of everyone, including Kathy and Josh and Sarah and Junior.
Then Monday night was a birthday party at McKibbin and some girl made this amazing candy cake.
Anna has skills with gummy letters. O RLY?
YA RLY.
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
Spring Street Homeless Olsen Triplet (S.S. HOT) was wearing pantyhose today. Under a gray skirt. With a black pinstriped white button-down. And sensible yet stylish gray shoes. And a red printed sash tied around her waist. And her hair up in the back cascading down from a sort of sexy librarian bun. With a ton of shit on the ground all around her and a big sign that says “HOMELESS.” I think maybe she lives in a cardboard box behind Chanel. That, or SHE IS A SHAM. I was so much closer to taking a picture this time. I never have cash on me, though, and I feel like I should tip the homeless fashionista if I want to take her picture.
Speaking of pictures, my external flash just got smashed by a friend who was smashed. She doesn’t know she broke it and I’m not going to tell her. But I added a new (cheap) one to my Amazon wishlist, should anyone be in a generous mood.
Also, if you head over to the MySpace of Bruce LaBruce, you just might notice that he’s rocking one of my songs. That’s kind of… fantastic.
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
Recently a lot of people have been telling me that “age doesn’t matter.” I’ve said that a lot in my life, too, but I think it does. There are plenty of reasons why age matters. Maturity (on all ends) is only one. Will I go forward anyway? I have no self control. This is why I don’t eat right or sleep enough or take on only a manageable workload. I will never have enough iron in my blood. My secret hidden book-in-progress has another chapter full of things that seem normal to me until they find their way into text and the illicitness becomes painfully apparent. I wish “illicity” was a word. I also wish I had the time and energy to read more.
Some words I like: adage, lurk, doorknob, hijo, pilates, Champale, pontiff, biscuit, rotifer.
I’m wrapped up in a hoody at my desk because the air conditioning is still Antarctic in this place. Sleeves over my hands, texting with a boy while I take a moment away from the number-ridden, involved manuscript on the screen.
In fifth grade my friend Sean and I got up in front of the class during a sort of mini talent show. Just us right up at the front of the room. I had a big keyboard on a stand, he stood a couple feet in front of me. He was to sing the words to “Particle Man” (thank you, Tiny Toons) while I played the music. In our practices all week, we were fantastic. It was going to be great. In the classroom that day the lights stayed on, and Ms. Hinnant told us we could start anytime. The beat came in, probably bossa nova, and I began royally fucking up the keys. Everything went wrong. Then Sean started singing at about a level 1 of 10. He forgot the words. My fingers fumbled around the keys making random dissonances while his shoulders locked up and his voice got more and more faint. None of the other kids laughed at us. It was too embarrassing for them to laugh at us. They all looked down at the ground or out the window. Fifth graders were too embarrassed to make fun of how bad we were.
When we stopped without finishing the song, Ms. Hinnant said that we had done our best and could sit back down. The thought that the Hindenburg that had just occurred was “my best” made me want to cry. I broke a key that day, too. Not long after, I got caught with a pocket knife in the hallway and was sent home for three days. I cried on Miss Penney, the substitute teacher who wore airy red blouses tucked into weird skirts. She was everybody’s favorite sub, and everyone would go apeshit if she walked in their room in the morning. She hugged me against her airy red blouse that day and Eric S. was pretty mad about it. She rarely showed personal emotion to any of the kids, but she told me I was a really good kid and she was sad that I wasn’t going to be around for a few days. Teachers always loved me. Stephanie T. and I were always the teacher’s pet. Ms. Hinnant and I went shopping for trolls at Marc’s, and had pizza.
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
I’ve been so busy it’s making me sick. Literally. My immune system is crying for some sleep.
Also, here’s this and this. Love her. Though I really do hate pirate skulls. The ones with the crossbones. I like my skulls regular-type.
And in case you don’t check it on your own, go see lots and lots of new photos of mine from the last few weeks here. I think I have now officially met every person in the world.
Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
This weekend Anna saved my life.
Lots and lots of people were in bad moods, and it put me in a few bad moods. She helped. Saturday was completely pointless, save for the Young Love show at Mercury with Gurj and Kathy and Robin (PERFECT).
Otherwise, the vibe of the entire night was just completely off. I did, however, see a shit ton of friends and get hit on a lot more than normal this weekend. I am going to marry Meryl and Elise, and then take Tadd on the honeymoon.
So there’s been this guy I particularly liked, and he was sort of off limits until we talked in depth recently, but I thought he was being strange and I had no idea at all where I stood. We talked yesterday and I guess we both thought the other wasn’t into it. He says things to make me happy and then does things to make me think he’s full of shit. I need to pay more attention to my own song lyrics. I don’t know.
On Friday night after running all over the place, I ended up staying over in Anna’s bed in her new apartment. We sort of had a pushing fight in the middle of the night when I squashed her face with my hand. The Brooklyn ladies and I had fun into the early hours.
That is all Sabrina’s actual hair.
On Sunday we went to Deerhoof at McCarren, but since nobody’s actually a huge Deerhoof fan, there was plenty of fun to be had outside on the grass. At one point all four of the twins were in the same place, and my head blew up. I love them. Ben is the gayest straight man ever. Ran into Larry several times, too, which was a nice surprise. I haven’t seen him in forever. Came away with two awesome vintage shiny gold Gucci necklaces that look like Anna Wintour’s hubcaps. Thus Larry has once again contributed to my collection of completely inappropriate but totally fantastic medallions. Robynn will be so happy.
I bought some clothes. An awesome pair of shoes for $10 at my favorite secret thrift store. Did laundry. Drank (and am still drinking) lots of green tea with honey because I have a disaster of a sore throat. Nurse Kai says the honey I’ve been drinking in my tea actually is probably going to make it worse if it’s a (bacterial?) thing, because it pretty much just feeds the little bitches. General concensus is that I should gargle with warm salt water, which I did once and all it did was make me want to throw right up.
