i neverrrrr posssssssssssst.

i'm over it.

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but!

boom, baby!

It's hard to see someone great be so down about himself.

It was a rough walk home, but everything is fine. Pittsburgh has so many fireflies, it's magical.

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When I was starting college all the boys I knew were growing up and growing beards and cutting off their foppish boy hair.
Now all the men I know are growing up and cutting all their long hair and beards (and soon the mustache!) off.

I was getting really grouchy because I never get anything that I want to do. But a cry on the way home and a semi-decent night's sleep has...... cured?.... me.

I still can't finish that goddamn dog drawing. Fuck. Just can't.

Randall's birthday was lovely. We slept a lot and ate a lot of good food. What more can you ask for. Although I realized I kinda forgot how to "relax" - I was uptight all day.

All I want to do is get my house finished and finish this revamping/move in process once and for all.




I've got a lot in my life and I'm really happy. It's hard to remember, but it's still true.

The kids I'm babysitting don't know who Michael Jackson or Britney Spears is. Weird.

remember when the strokes were like, is this it.

i do.










is this it
seriously?

I woke up this morning feeling totally confused, worried, and like shit. My immediate reaction was, "Ughhhhh I must have been wasted last night."

But then I realized I didn't drink at all.

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My living room is now the color of the yolk of a hard boiled egg. I'm not sure if I like it. But there it is.

"Why don't you just get a little bit of it and test it out first?" said the guy at Home Depot.
"That's not really my style."

True. It isn't.

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Guys, this is really important:
Is Sandra Bullock still married to Jesse James?

y/n

A true sign that it will be an eventful night is if I end up riding on someone's handlebars through Pittsburgh. On streets. In traffic. At night.

I could value my life a little more.

The bruises from Randall's bike light that I had to sit on are ATROCIOUS. In a good way, because bruises are cool.

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- nanny Z.
- Mt. Lebo Avalon - 17$ store credit, okay.
- Home Depot + start to paint my house!!
- Belvie's with Paul and Brian
- Envy with Lahane - hello, they serve free delicious food there. What the fuck. I get some because I "know people."
- Gooski's with Spak Co. + Boothy. See Slavic Soul Party for the most amazing music + dancing + people watching. DAMN. It felt like everyone in the city worth knowing was there. Assholish but true. The crowd was wild. It was awesome. Everyone there went home and banged someone, guaranteed.
- I drive the boys to Rando's, and then we go to............ THE CASTLE. Where all nights should end. Buttercup (the bouncer) got a haircut / doesn't remember me.
- Wake up at 8:20 this morning to my phone ringing. I totally forgot that I had work a 8 am. Ouch.


You can do so much in a day if you wake up at 7:30 am and go to bed at 4 am.

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It's 9:20 and still light outside. Pittsburgh is so beautiful. Everything is an adventure here. I want to look back on this moment in the winter and remember.

Guys. This is my schedule:

Tomorrow: nanny 8 - 8
Sunday: Avalon 12 - 6:30
Monday: nanny 8:30 - 6
Tuesday: nanny 8:30 - 6
Wednesday: nanny 8:30 - 6
Thursday: Off for Randall's birthday?
Friday: nanny 8:30 - 6
Saturday: Avalon 12 - 8:30
Sunday: Avalon 12 - 6:30

71.5 hour work week.
Holy shit. My body aches. And sometime in there I have to repaint every room in my new house.

WHY would someone paint a bedroom ceiling OLIVE. It just doesn't make sense.

Oh yeah, this thing.



Bill Callahan show last night..... walking in torrential rain sharing an umbrella with Rando, to my favorite bar, to see my favorite musician, with one of my favorite friends (Lisa), I couldn't help but think of how romantic it would be if I were struck by lightning at that exact moment.

...It's because I've been reading a lot of Gabriel García Márquez.

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"What if the power goes out?" I said.
"It's not going to," said Randall.

Perhaps half an hour later, when the whole block shut down, he gasped and said: "Tonight is going to be so much fun!"

It's like the Mighty Ducks, but in real life.

LET'S GO PENS.

I was even more surprised that we won because I thought there were four quarters in a hockey game (I'm not the no. 1 fan, obv.), but then everyone exploded into celebration 20 minutes before I was expecting.

"Periods, Taylor. They're called periods. Not quarters."

Today I also called the puck "the ball" by accident.

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Got the key to my new house and it looks 100 times better than I remembered. At the moment it's painted like an insane easter egg: yellow lower half of the wall, purple upper half, and teal ceilings. Yeah.


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I'm making hay while the sun shines, and I'm tired but content.

I'm not too hard on myself for forgetting to post everyday because my life feels like one never-ending week.... there's no distinction to the start/end of each day.







I went to go see my friend Kelly at her place with Randall. We walked, and I wore heels (Mary, remind me to show you this outfit later). I carried my shoes back in my hand and went home barefoot. DRINKS. They do that.


Sangria on Audrey's porch last night, schmoozing at galleries tonight.

Oscar and Simon love jokes, but they are not good at making them up.

Simon: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Simon: Banana.
Me: Banana who?
Simon: SPRONG SPRONG SPRONG.


Maybe I just don't get it.

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I GOT DA MURAL.
Job number five in the bag, baby.

I realize that I tell people I have four (now five) jobs a lot. I just want people under 30 to know there's a reason (not one but five) I'm never around, and can never do anything fun. And I want people over 30 (aka my parents) to know that I'm a contributing, worthwhile person.

[this over 30/under 30 distinction is more and more meaningless to me now that the average age of my friend circle keeps increasing, but you know.]

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Here's a joke:

Why can't any college graduates find jobs?
BECAUSE I HAVE THEM ALL.

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Today was so full:
Shopping with Audrey: make-up and flowers, then brunch on her porch.
Found out I won the Sprout mural
Found out you can now buy my book on Amazon.com
Work with Oscar and Simon - swinging, looking for bugs, making crafts.
Nap.
Caught up with e-mail correspondence.
Started a commissioned drawing of "The Girls" (dogs not boobs)

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Animals are so fucked up.

Everything moves so quickly.
Audrey is leaving soon which really makes my heart ache.
We sat on her porch for hours tonight and watched all the evening creatures come in: mourning doves, then lightening bugs, then the occasionally light from a walker's flashlight.

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I presented my proposal for the mural tonight, and should (hopefully) find out in the morning. We (ze artistes) had to wait in the hallway like children, without even a chair to sit on. The last presenter ran in late, sweaty and frazzled. "Are you nervous?" he said. "I get so nervous when I have to talk in front of a group of people."

"I'm not nervous," I said. "I love it."

James - the first presenter - came out of the meeting room. "Tough crowd," he said, "they're brutal."


We're not very nice.

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There is still so much to say about that most recent night at the Thunderbird. Those men jacking off about Vermeer:
"He just has the most poetic eye, it's astounding."

I was sassy and yelled at them from the bar to name me one other painting by Vermeer besides 'Girl with a Pearl Earring.' Randall hushed me.


Lisa, Audrey, and I were laughing at the concept of having a "non-art boyfriend"; Randall laughed at our laughter. Ha.



And R.'s take on vacationing with my parents:
"I wasn't very nervous...... I'm pretty awesome."

Audrey and I went to see Lisa at the Thunderbird. I was telling Audrey how I've just been working, really. That's all I do. Every day. 'Weekend' is not a concept that exists to me anymore (but it's okay).

"You're rich," she said.

And I thought of that line from Love in the Time of Cholera: "I'm not a rich man, I'm a poor man with money. They are not the same."

It's true.

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No innanet.

fashion over function
vs
function over fashion


It's why we're a good match, and I told my mother so.

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Brief highlights from TX visit:
- a bird pooped on my face
- saw Bill Callahan at dinner
- Mexican food at almost every meal
- brief socialization

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At Aunt Dini's, Randy and I wandered into the pet room. I wanted to play with one of the rabbits, but the cage had a little padlock on it. Later Dini said, "You can play with her, if you want."

"But the cage is locked!"

"Oh, that's on there so the three year olds think that it's locked. It's not connecting anything."



I was foiled by a tactic aimed at toddlers. Completely.

Guyssssssssssssss, Texas was grrrrrreeeeeeeeeat.

I never update because I have everything to say.

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I'm at magnolia cafe and bill callahan just walked in. Twitter was invented for times like these.