you can be a shorty in my ill convoy: August 2008

you know what would be horrible?

eating half a bowl of soup and then finding a roach in the bowl. Seriously! this hasn't happened to me, but i have a sort of obsession with the possibility lately so i inspect the shit out of my food now. living with roaches will change a bitch!

in other news, i just got back from DC and it was the usual dopeness, forgot the camera though so i only have these randoms of my homegirl and i out in Chelsea from the week before. that was a "dee needs to bite her tongue" night but i won't go into it. let's just say that i think it is all kinds of wrong to hit a woman in the face. who's with me? i thought so.

that night was also my first night out without a bra since the raver days. i always worry about the nipples, you know, dominating the scene. but they were hidden in the drapey shirt and actually braless is comfortable in ways that i never knew.

so we might be moving to new jersey. i know. but it makes sense for reasons that some day i'll be able to tell you about. but not now.

Right now the only thing you need to do is fly over to the Arab Parrot's joint and read about all the shit i'm glad i missed this year at Magic. Streetwear is fucking dead and i'm pretty sure japan, ed hardy, and gold foil done killed it.

Photo credit: obviously the Arab Parrot who is the only dude with enough balls to call out every wack ass motherfucker in Vegas. I love you Parrot, we would DEFinitely be best friends if you would just come back to New York. I'm two seconds away from calling the Smooth Operator line. xo

UPDATE! THIS HAPPENED AT MAGIC AND YET SOMEHOW THE WORLD FAILED TO IMPLODE UPON ITSELF IN A BLACK HOLE OF WHINY HIPSTER ANGST:

Steve Aoki and Jared Leto are so contrived and annoying that i guess i just figured the world couldn't handle it if they were to physically touch each other...like some kind of freaky wormhole would open up and all kinds of Jesus come early shit would go down. wait...that's kind of what Magic actually is. so i guess this makes sense after all.

IT'S LIKE I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE!

oh god, finding an Intervention i've never seen on youtube is the BEST feeling.

and did you all SEE this bitch?

oh man, fuck the chron, it's all about the duster. (I tried to make a joke involving sippin on some sizzur and dustur...didn't work.)

also, are you guys together with comic book loving dudes that continue to bring pens home from work every day even though you already have a pen mountain and a pen bowl and a bag full of pens on the dresser and three pen holders full of pens by the computer too oh my god we have so much in common! (p.s. i'm using the term "you guys" facetiously, don't worry, i fucking hate it when people say you guys.)

in other news, it was love at first sight with these sexy little domino polka dot phillies. and i got the bowl to contain a pile of stuff known as The Pile. me and my fucking pile. every apartment, every condo, every city i live in, i have a fucking pile of papers, bills, drawings, metro cards, receipts, etc. i'm a Piler. what can i say. it looks all neat and mod in this bowl though, so i don't feel as bad about it.

you know what else i'm feeling lately? dove gray nail polish.

that's all for the daily update from the workaholic never see the sun my hand is shaped like a mouse computer claw corner, tune it tomorrow for an even more random and less meaningful edition! (actually, probably not, because i'm going to be in drrty jersey for two days.)