October 17, 2006

I've decided to go LJ.

In the past I've expressed my disgust and distrust of LJ. After a falling out with a friend of mine some years ago, I began to associate it with slander and drama. However, after finding out about some incredibly cool people through LJ such as doublespeak, nubbytwiglet and aliceflight/Julie from Canada, I've realized that fucking everybody uses LJ, not just 15 year old lamoids. In addition, it's been around long enough and has gotten technologically advanced enough for me to trust it not to lose all my shit. Because losing my shit is my job, not theirs.

It's a pain to update this website, which is why I hardly ever do it. I have to archive things myself, which is why it never gets done. I am occasionally emailed with inquiries about the archives, apparently there are some people out there that wonder if I was always this uncool.

It will also be easier for you folks, because I know an awful lot of you have LJ. So now you can look at dumbass polaroids and get your regular dose of Heinous Bitch when you read your friends page. And, if you want to tell me to go fuck myself, you can use the comments feature instead of going to a separate page to hit the messageboard.

There will be no more posts here. Archives will, a little at a time, be be posted in proper order on the livejournal.

I will never, ever go friends-only.

See you at http://novimnet.livejournal.com/. I already posted a muffin recipe.

September 7, 2006

DUI doesn't count
if you're driving a go kart

August 24, 2006

Nick bought a moped! It kind of looks like Peewee's red bike from Peewee's Big Adventure, only it has a motor on it and it goes 30 mph. Possibly pictures...

This girl Rebecca that works at the Garment District rides a beautiful powder blue Vespa named Petal. I would see her shiny perfect matching powder blue helmet upstairs and always want to try it on. I only caught her riding it once, she was wearing petticoats and a top that showed her back tattoo of angel wings. She looked so fucking cool I literally almost cried.

This guy Micah Blue Smaldone is fucking awesome. I am usually bored to tears by the solo guy-with-guitar bit but if this fellow made twenty eight records I would buy them all. I have seen him twice at AS220. Dear Micah, please play a show with Curtis Eller and Fern Knight. Then build me a pretty glass coffin and bury me in front of AS220, because I will have fucking died.

also

If you have long, stick-straight, incredibly fine and incredibly damaged hair, how do you make it look nice when you wear a fancy dress? Bear in mind that I look fucking terrible with my hair up. I either look like a complete slob or a boy or some thoroughly unattractive combination of both.

I'm sick of my hair. I'm sick of it always being crunchy and breaking. I've had this hairstyle for three years. I'm going to grow it out and get it cut properly by a licensed professional, which has not happened in over seven years.

It's the end of a fucking era, people.

August 22, 2006

I got a job! I work at Country Harvest Bakery in Acton. I come in at seven o'clock in the morning and cut up bread for wholesale orders with a terrifying automatic bread slicer. I stick them in bags, slap labels on them, and figure out how much everybody owes us. Then I get in an unmarked, dented white van and deliver bread all over the land. It sounds lame but I'm pretty into it. It pays better than the GD and the commute is shorter, and there are significantly fewer douchebags to deal with. The only problem is that now Nick and I work almost opposite schedules... so we only see each other for a couple hours a day. And then when we are both home, he's either looking online for a Vespa or watching Phil Collins on VH1 classic...

August 18, 2006

After waiting out months of flooding rains and record high temperatures, we finally had decent enough weather to go camping. We were shivering at night, but the days were sunny and warm enough. We terrorized/plundered both Storyland and Clarke's trading post, pictures soon.

I missed my therapy appointment because I was stuck for a fucking hour and a half at the RMV getting a copy of my driving record. $15 for two pieces of paper with next to nothing on them! I guess I should just be glad that my record is clean. My fishtank is leaking and when I'm done eating this delicious pad thai I have to schlepp 20 gallons of cycled water upstairs into holding tanks for Pinky, Big Bastard and the cories. I might be getting a job delivering for a bakery with hours such that I will have to give up meals on wheels. Today was Leon's birthday and I made him a card and brought him a piece of the blackberry pie I made this morning, probably the last of the season. I had to go deep into the thicket to get the 4 cups I needed and I got all cut up!

yeah so today kinda sucked. People that I miss dearly and haven' t told how awesome they are lately:

- Carrie, you need to tell me all about Chicago and Parade's upcoming tour and I am so happy for you OMFGDSFIODS:fzzzz

- Stephen, I am gonna send you so much dumb shit in the mail you won't know what to do with yourself.

Awww! Having friends that live far away is cool because then you can go on vacation to their living room. However, there is the whole part about missing them a whole fucking ton...

UM Also Star I found that Sgt. Peppermint shit in my car I will get it to you soon soon

hey I'm kinda drunk

August 7, 2006

Finally! Day trip out to the Boston Harbor Islands. We visited Georges and Bumpkin. If you're from around here... you should go.

I got sunburned for the first time in eight years. I guess I forgot how much my nose sticks out... now it's all red.

DANGER DO NOT CLIMB

Yearly tradition...

on the boat home

July 31, 2006

Yesterday I hung around while Nick and his roommates cleaned out the apartment. We saved ourselves some trouble by throwing a few things out a fourth story window; a mattress, side tables, chairs, an amp, a computer, some magazines and a phone book, golf clubs, all went plummeting down and landed with a distinctly satisfying crash. Despised former coworkers drove by as we packed Nick's shiny new PT Cruiser, with hard-earned unemployment money in my pocket and the most gorgeous boy in Cambridge by my side I couldn't have been more smug. At the end of the day we brushed off our shoes and headed off to the S&S, forever rid of 200 Broadway and 115 Harvard st.

I wish this bullshit with my grandma didn't have to turn into this big awful monster. My mom even called my aunt in New York to ask her advice on this whole mess. She rounded everyone up for a game of scrabble in an attempt to iron things out, but as I sat on the deck picking ticks off my dog I heard my grandmother invent thoroughly irrational excuses, "Sandra doesn't like to lose..." I am the most noncompetitive person I have ever met! She finally begrudgingly concedes to play, after a shouting match with my mother and telling us to just leave her alone... I don't recall a time when she has ever been so unpleasant!

I guess this is one of the most personal things I've talked about here for awhile, and I promise this page won't just turn into a bunch of complaining... but I just don't know what to do! Since I'm out of a job right now I'm home all day, and I wanted to enjoy that and enjoy not being stressed out over work... but she's just making me want to leave, forever.

The pieces are in place for this to be a good month...

July 29, 2006

I wish my grandma had never sold her beautiful house in Carlisle. There is nothing about her that makes her nice to have around. Everything about her is gross and unpleasant. You can tell which side of the kitchen is hers because her side is the one that's full of crusty, filthy pots and pans and food from 1987 that she bought for ten cents at some sketchy discount store. She insists upon taking up half of the kitchen sink with a moldy pink dishpan for letting dirty dishes soak/fester. She lives in the dining room, so pretty much anyone is likely to be treated to the site of her underwear drying on a rack or her ninety year old naked ass. She has made the downstairs bathroom an embarrassment to guests by keeping a lawn chair in the tub and a dish with dirty false teeth and ointments in it on the sink.

You can't really hang out with her, because she is almost constantly making at least one of the following utterly obnoxious and thoroughly disgusting sounds: belching, farting, sucking dentures, blowing nose. She very rarely has anything nice to say about anyone or anything. My mother is constantly going out of her way to make her happy and to make things easier for her, and all she does is bitch. My mother had a magnolia tree planted in the front yard for her, she complains that it will block the view. My mother had curtains put up between her "bedroom" and the kitchen so she will not be bothered by the light and can sleep whenever she wants, my grandmother complains that they're in the way. I made the mistake of offering her a kabob when we were grilling one time, all she says is it's not cooked right.

One of my lady friends visited and my mother remarked later to my grandmother what a lovely young lady she was, all my grandmother has to say is that her dress didn't fit her. "Nick's getting a new car, isn't that nice?" my mother says to my grandma. "Well that's nice, for him."

The worst part is that she has some kind of problem with Nick. He stays here pretty much every night, at first because his apartment was a shithole and he just liked being here, now because he's about to not have an apartment. He is so unobtrusive and polite to my family, he never asks for anything from them and at least once a week he makes a pitcher of sangria for my mom. When we cook we always offer whoever is around some of what we're making and leave the kitchen cleaner than it was before. And for some reason, she asks things like Why is he here all the time? Does he even have a place to live? My mother and I have both sat her down and tried, on numerous occasions, to figure out what the fuck her problem is and all she can come up with are things that are irrelevant and ridiculous, like she's afraid we'll take over the house or something. The bottom line is she has some kind of social anxiety, and because she won't do a fucking thing about it except sit and stew, Nick feels completely unwelcome in my house, and so do I. Which pisses me off, because I love my house, and I should love my grandma... but she makes it so hard.

July 21, 2006

You guys

I don't need your sympathy. Losing that job was one of the best things that's happened to me all year.

I put up my lightbox:

I put up these shelves in the landing:

Back when I was a vain bitch I had all my dresses and costumes here. There is all this weird unusable space in my house. There were supposed to be 3 shelves, but I ran one of them over. They were propped up on old paint cans in the garage while they were drying, and I had a serious blonde moment and just drove right in. One of the shelves broke and an old can of primer that had settled exploded and spilled gross sticky shit all over the garage! But, as you can see I didn't need the third shelf anyway, so it's cool.

I'm getting more into cooking because Nick and I are such damn picky eaters, sometimes it's hard to not end up at the same three restaurants all the time. Will you please email me your favorite meat-free [fish is ok], veggie-heavy recipes?

If you told me at fifteen that in five years I would be bleach blonde and wearing flowery dresses, frying tofu, driving a station wagon and actually enjoying living in the suburbs, I would have told you to go to hell. Actually, at that age, I told most people to go to hell.

More of Star's photos from the picnic at the Arboretum:

July 15, 2006

I offered Nick some marzipan

And he thought it was some kind of sedative.

July 13, 2006

The heated seats in my mom's new car make me feel like I peed myself.

July 7, 2006

I got fired yesterday. I hate customers and they hate me, and after three years it got to be pretty goddamn tiring trying to hide it.

The Garment District will not be discussed.

I called the unemployment office today. I picked up an application for foodstamps. I booked a shrink so I can tell him how disabled I am. The state of Massachusetts owes me.