Tx day three

Just everything!

I felt gruffer yesterday morning; really everything is splendid. SO IMPORTANT to remember that!

I got my first check for displaying in a gallery. Hopefully the first of many.

(I'm smiling with my eyes.)

I'm moving and I'm going to make it work. Just 'cause that's that. All I can think of is paint colors and decorating options. It will be a sparse house. I'm excited for that. And I have an idea for redoing my one armchair that is DIVINE.

Jacob and Matt and Audrey and Tom and Jen and I all hung and played and it was sooo fun and funny. All the girls were constantly on the verge of wetting our pants ("Why do girls do that?") the entire time. I fell asleep listening to Matt and Jacob (former teachers of mine!) bitch about school politics and student gossip.

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I got my car today, got mani/pedis with Audrey, bought Randall some pants (and some things for myself), and played with the children outside on the swingset for HOURS. My car has two baby carseats in the back and I'm dressed like a mom (brown linen sleeveless button up, navy shorts, white sperry's).

Y'ALL. I am a MOM.

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And always remember:




Tomorrow Texas tomorrow party tomorrow Texas tomorrow party!

YOU KNOW WHAT??

I WORK ALL THE TIME.
I HAVE FOUR JOBS. ALMOST FIVE JOBS.
AND I NEVER SEE ANYONE.
AND I NEVER PLAY.
AND I DON'T CARE.

Seriously, it's hermit-time for me again. I hate everyone (not really but YA KNOW).
I'm very happy, but I just wanna be in my house by myself and not see anyone and make crafts all day. You can write me if you wish.



I had cold feet, but then I cried + started to think about wall paint color schemes and I felt better.

Oh I forgot to mention some of the best parts of this rockabilly block party/car show:

- I was told I look 16 twice.
- I set my cup of beer on a canvas flag which was laying on top of a car hood while I tied my shoe. Some woman runs over: "Oh, honey. Honey, NO. NO, HONEY. You NEVER put a beer on a car." I started to tell her maybe four or five times that it wasn't on the car, it was on the canvas, but I just didn't have the energy. "This is SHAKEY'S CAR. This is Shakey's wife [points to woman next to her]. One time someone sat on Shakey's car and he picked him up by his neck and threw him into oncoming traffic. OKAY?!"

I rolled my eyes and walked away.

Yesterday I went to a Rockabilly block party. It was weird. Rockabilly style is weird. Ev-ree-ting is weird.

We climbed up on the roof and fireworks went off at a climatic moment. No shit. Straight outta a Smog song. Things are getting all shook up with my job situation and moving and everything. Can't wait for it all to settle.

Last night was just like this:


And this morning was just like this:

"You were snoring so loudly, and you were porky-piggin' it, sprawled out all crazy."






Sigh. I'm not a graceful sleeper.


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The show went SO WELL.
I LOVE TO SCHMOOZE. So fun. So... important.
And (call me foolish) but I think I'm pretty good at it.

I can't be more articulate about it because I am off to do exactly that at this exact moment!

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Oh but I have to say something about that guy that kept telling me he was "SO HONORED" to be there. Dude, you're a spectator. Generally the ones in the show are saying that. Calm down. Have a beer.

"That guy was annoying," Randall said.
"Aw, it was sweet."
"Well, you have more invested than I do."

I chatted with Jan Franco on the phone today for 20 minutes or so; it was immensely pleasant.

She asked if anyone was coming with me to Texas like she already knew the answer. I'm onto you, Jan!



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Went to the pond with the baby today.

Told Randall afterwards, "We went to the pond and fed the ducks. There were two baby ducks, but that's it."

"I like that you monitor the duck population there so closely."



Well baby ducks are CUTE.

Thinking about #1

I don't want to see anyone or go out or do anything. I'm boring. Most of the time I like it that way.

Being an adult is trying. But I am determined that it doesn't always have to be.





One day I'm gonna have a house that I get to paint however I want, with chickens and a beehive in the backyard, I know it!

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"I have all this food at home; you don't have to make me dinner, especially if you have a lot of things to do that day."
"...but you don't have delicious catfish ..in yer tummy."

Sleepy stubborn arguments.

I'm finally pulling all-nighters of working now that I'm out of school.

Ex. Haus. Ted.

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Call tattoo place
Call housing place
Call Francos, Moutons, Lukens
Gather clothes to sell
Clean. I am always cleaning.
Change check address

can't think anymore.



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We look so related.

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Trying to be kind.

Fucking graduated. That is all I really care to say about that.

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R. and I left Audrey's BBQ to go to a hardcore show. I was wearing my little orange garden party dress and yellow heels.

"Can I run upstairs so I can change?"

"We really don't have time for that."

"Please don't make me go to a hardcore show wearing this. Please."

"Fine, but you have to RUN."

"Okay. I have to poop, but I'm not going to, for YOU."




True luv.

Parents are in town! Went to Lisa's show! Waking up painfully early 'cause I'm Summa Cum Lade, biiiiiiiitches.

You guys, I went on a two hour bike ride today. Following lil Randall. Love it. Had some trouble going up hill/changing gears, but I'll get it.

Tom's sis is here; she has pony hair. Wait I mean princess hair. Both work, really.

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"Isn't she cute?!?!" I said, as my parents and I were walking the dog.

"Not really. She's just a mutt," my mom said.

"She's not a mutt; she's a Jack Russell. Full bred."

"Oh. Well then, yeah, she's really cute."

"Brand whore."





It's true. (And I do love the dog, truly.)

GODDAMN it is hard to remember to post everyday.

First paycheck today, though.
And I've been meaning to show this (photo by Mary's mom [perfect])

And this:



Two happy group shots.
My parents are coming tomorrow. I spent a long time picking out an outfit to graduate in with Jen, knowing full well that my mother would not approve of whatever it was.

It feels good, to be constantly moving like this. Like a shark.
Mural, babysitting, Avalon, commission work. And play, of course.

Both Tom and Randy will have fucked up faces for graduation weekend. One vibrated off the skin on his forehead with a Hitachi Magic Wand, and the other got beat up by a bouncer at a strip club on Mother's day. It's easy enough to guess which is which.

I made a lil tester art zine to give to my class (for free, y'all*) and they didn't even take them all. Fuckers. COLOR COPIES AREN'T FREE, YOU KNOW. At least humor me and take one and throw it away later. Andrew said it made him weepy, though. "Oh, you got the whole gang here. That makes me weepy."

I'm drinking my first cup of coffee in weeks. The effect on my bowels is disconcerting.


Yours truly,
T.




* B.Spears affect.

Mary will apprec this:

Last night I dreamed about sorting clothes into the same sizes, and then putting them back on the racks.

I'm a working woman, y'all.


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School's over (for good, for good). Urban Outfitters here I come; everyone can feel free to line up to s my d, thanks.

Oh, life.

I've been working almost every day, and yesterday after work I met up with Brian at the Cage. It was nice to catch up with him, and he told me people think I'm disingenuous because I look like I could be friends with Lindsay Lohan, so. Points.

We tumbled back to his studio to get his bike, and then he coerced me into riding on his (old, rusty, Schwinn cruiser's) handlebars from campus to Bloomfield. Remember, this is after the bar. And swigs o' Rum in his studio. Here's a visual:

It's a long way, people.

Then I assisted Randall in making a Strawberry-Rubarb pie and muffins until 2:30 am.

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"Mary told me that you went home with some guy you met when you were wasted."
"Yeah. But now we're in love!"

Lisa came over to drop off some drawings for this lil diddy I'm working on. "Aw, look at you and your little pony legs. You look so.... 'just got home from school, wearing my uniform shirt.'

"Yeah. 'Took off my skirt, wearing the shorts underneath.' "



Private school. Never leaves you.

Talking about controversial topics:

Cob: I don't think my riot grrl friends would be too pleased with that attitude.
Me: Jacob, I'm too tired to be a riot grrl. I got a lot of things to get worked up about, okay? I'm tired.

Everyone needs to chill and get over it.

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Interesting conversation with my mother today, discussing my future being represented by a health insurance company. Basically, the plan is hanging on the assumption that I won't get pregnant. "If you do get pregnant, it won't be covered, and we'll have to pay for everything."

"Well why don't I get a plan that covers birth control and then we won't have to worry about that?"

It doesn't seem huge, but it is. For the first time in my 22 years, and my mother's 52 years, we've both conceded to the fact that I'm, ya know, out there banging.

I need to call Mary, I need to call the foodstamps people, I need to finish the mural. But instead I'm just sitting.

First day of work went alright, the hardest part is determining, "Is this a skirt? or a shirt? Are these men's jeans? Yeah?"

Kids these days. Never can tell.

Penn Ave was on fi-yah today.

"What's up tiny?"
"Nothing, what's up with you?"
"Loving you, babydoll."

Aw, strange man! Thanks!

Look what we found:

Morning times are the best times.
I rearranged my room and feel like a new person.

Tomorrow I'm getting my Tarot cards read by Krystyna, then it's Bocce opening season. I intend to dress for a garden party and serve cocktails to the men.

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It may be hard to believe from my last sentence, but that Steve Harvey book is one of the more outrageously sexist things I have been subject to in recent memory. The very obvious message throughout the whole thing is that men aren't responsible for anything, because women should have been more clear/upfront about what they want (there's also a great part where he reminds everyone that a woman is the reason sin exists. YEAH.) Also, if you were wondering the number one reason why married men cheat, it's because there will always be a woman who is willing to sleep with a married man. But if a man cheats and his wife finds out, it's cool, 'cause it will make her be a better wife. And she will offer more of the thing that all men can not function without...

THE COOKIE

"come on guys, you know what I mean by the cookie!" Harvey says.