pony legs, temporarily

2010-08-29T22:57:00.000-04:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please direct you to:

taylorshields.com

2010-05-17T11:05:00.003-04:00

Hi Guys.

It's been (almost) a year. Where does the time go? Everything is moving so quickly.

I'm very close to having a "real" website. Like, actually really close, with planning meetings and demos and everything. We have business meetings at the local dive bar over American Spirits and Pabst pounders.

Every once in a while I'll get e-mails telling me a few people still look at this blog, so I thought I'd tell you to hang in there. Although, most likely, the visitors are unsuccessful Google searchers who ended up here by mistake.

Long overdue

2009-08-31T11:54:00.003-04:00

Hello all -

Ponylegs is going on a hiatus. There is so much to say. So much has been happening. Pittsburgh is fucking nuts, always. But I have no time to say it. I'm buying myself two nice things soon: a real website and a nice purse. I'll let you know when the first is up, and I'll post a picture of the second.

Love,
Taylor

2009-08-15T14:43:00.002-04:00

“On the wall was a dress that I embroidered. It said 'Ich Habe Genug.' Which is a Bach Cantata. Which I once thought meant, 'I’ve had it, I can’t take it anymore, give me a break.'

But I was wrong. It means, 'I have enough.'
And that is utterly true.
I happen to be alive. End of discussion.

But I will go out and buy a hat."

- Maira Kalman

That's all, that says everything.

2009-08-10T10:28:00.002-04:00

Okay, in the past few weeks, I have:

- not had internet
- finished painting my house
- started to decorate
- gotten lice
- hopefully gotten rid of lice
- let everyone in my immediate social circle/randy's social circle know about said lice to prevent spreading
- witnessed a KIDNAPPING
- got some free drapes from a man who may/may not be a sex offender (I am researching right now)
- was (knowingly?) exposed to lead posioning, had to make a big stink about that.
- gone through several bottles of wine. The big ones.

So I have learned, briefly:
- Lice are the STD of children (if you're 14 and embarrassed to buy tampons, wait until you're 22 and buying every NIX product on the shelf. This is modern romance: stark naked in the bathroom with the boyfriend, picking nits out of each other's hair. Yeah.)
- My neighborhood is a lil scary sometimes. I now want a Doberman more than ever.
- Know your rights, as Angelina's back tattoo says.

Conversation at the coffee shop right now:
"Listening is definitely a lost art."
"What?"

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2009-07-23T23:07:00.000-04:00

The boys outside my window are talking about pooping.

2009-07-22T18:55:00.006-04:00

Yesterday:
- Dealt with a screaming, sick Simon
- Ate 3/4s of the way through my sandwich only to find A WIGGLING WORM.
- Cleaned up some vomit (not my own)

...All before 12:30 pm!

Today:
- Cleaned up diarrhea (not my own), thrice!
- Almost had to clean up vomit afterwards (my own, thankfully avoided)
- Dealt with a complete, total, utter meltdown (not my own). Almost cried out of frustration.

I'm like..... stressed, y'all. And I always talk like B. Spears in my head. And I would like a bed with a headboard but it probably won't happen for at least ten years. Okay?

2009-07-20T22:20:00.002-04:00

So, Ohio - really this one family compound - was really amazing. Randall and I slept in a treehouse.

I love things that have a sense of formality, even in informal settings. For instance, whiskey drinks with the parents takes place in the kitchen before shot gunning beers on the porch can commence. Maybe it's all in my head.

Oh, and the best thing I found my soon-to-be house? A prescription bottle for Percocet (dated '01) filled to the brim with marijuana seeds. The mystery continues.

2009-07-19T23:48:00.000-04:00

Ohio was great.
I can't wait for the next three weeks to be over.
So sreepy.

Notes

2009-07-18T15:15:00.000-04:00

Old bay in beer. Tree house. Parents making chocolate cake at eleven pm. Saying, i over-pammed it! This is american paradise.

2009-07-16T10:19:00.002-04:00

Magnolia Electric Co. was a great show. "John Henry Split This Heart" brought the house down. And what a ham that Jason is, too.

My house is so hot, and I have nothing to eat. I'm constantly feeling like I'm going to throw up/pass out.

Amy and Susannah may move into the other half of my duplex, so we'd share a backyard. What are the chances.

There is a tiny clip of me in this video at 1:38. Schmoozing in action! Ben told me when I met him in the dark hallway at Gooski's, "Don't be creeped out by this.... but I know who you are because I've filmed you."

"...oh?"

2009-07-15T06:56:00.004-04:00

A borrowed medication, three days of birth control at once, and week-old potato salad leftovers -- it was the perfect storm for vomiting all night, which is exactly what I did. Here's hoping I don't throw up at work or the Magnolia Electric Co. show, a good 12 hour block of time when combined.

Although barfing at the Warhol could be delightfully..... heavy.

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Thanks, Google Ads.

2009-07-14T23:21:00.002-04:00

Blankie buddies.

Slowly, slowly, slowly - everything is coming together.
When I start to make a to-do list they just get longer and longer and longer, further and further into the future. There is no end.
So I've stopped making them.

I'm verging on vomiting. But still completing all my chores for the evening. I want my mommy.

2009-07-13T08:24:00.003-04:00

I brought the dog to Sunday bocce at Randall's and she got to be a 'real' dog for the day - running around, getting belly rubs, eating pretzels, laying outside.

"That's a cute Jack Russell. I've seen a really ugly one."
"Which one?"
"Kayla's dog."
"IT'S THE SAME DOG."

And I swam in a POOL. So fun.

The neighbor Ray brought out Crown Royale and tiny cups and gave us all shots over the fence. As soon as he held up the bottle, Lisa and I watched everyone in the yard crowd him. It was exactly like when you are the only one with a cup of food at a petting zoo.

Bocce days always end early, but this time I made it to 10:30 pm, instead of 8:30 like last time.

2009-07-12T13:09:00.004-04:00

I watched Vinnie get a tattoo with a safety pin in the kitchen. It was gruesome.

And I fell asleep in all my clothes, the first time that's happened in a long time.

Wild Bill shot off fireworks in the backyard right above our heads!

'heck i barely knew him'

2009-07-11T13:17:00.006-04:00

Things on my mind:

1. Puppies puppies puppies. The Dobermans next door have 9 three-week-old puppies. I knew there were puppies over there. I want one. It's foolish, but then again, so am I. I feel like I am always saying this. Last night I sat on my neighbors' stoop - menthols and Iron City. We talked about like, home care for seniors and neighborhood gossipy stuff. Tom quit smoking through hypnosis for $60. He showed me the card in his wallet.

2. I really think I might get a dog. Jesus Christ.

3. There is never enough ranch.

4. The coffee table at last night's 'party.' Covered in whippets and Iron City and other amusing items.

5. Saw Pauly last night at the Thunderbird. We ate pierogies and fries and there was a Marlon Brando marathon on the tee vee. Perfect.

6. I didn't get to take a picture of the drawing I just sold, which is a shame. Pencil drawing of a Yorkie and a Maltese. This is what I do now, ya'll. Yes I am available for a Christmas present to your mom.

7. ...Mentioning that to Tom (who has the puppies), he told me he was an artist too, and brought out a pencil drawing he did of Gene Simmons when he was in high school. He blew dust off of it. Everyone has that one drawing, you know?

8. YouTube comments: "well i didnt know michale really well heck i barely knew him but i listened to his songs after he died but michales music is timeless i mean i use to make fun of him but now i dont michale jackson will never be forgotten by me or youtubers or the whole world Rip Michale Jackson"

"RIP micheal jackson, im srry the whole world made fun of u, in our hearts we still care"

2009-07-10T18:44:00.001-04:00

6 months yesterday, y'all. where does da time go.

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Guys, CoverGirl Outlast Lipstain. GET IT. I never get excited about make up, but I've been all about lip stain recently, and these are cheap (buy 1 get 1 half off at CVS, just sayin'). And they look like markers. That you draw on your lips with. Win/win.

Kinda a psycho picture:

[around midnight last night]
Randall: Did you just put on lipstick?
Me: No. My lips are naturally berry red.
Randall: I think you should see a doctor then.

2009-07-09T11:48:00.002-04:00

Sick punk: cutest thing ever. I walked in and Rando was laying on the couch, wearing a leather jacket (no shirt), shorts, and grandpa slippers, all wrapped up in a cat blanket. And he was eating giant freezie pops. Adorable.

"Oh, Queen Latifah's gay?"
"Yeah."
"I thought she was just fat."

omg.

2009-07-08T20:46:00.002-04:00

Sometimes you gotta bawl to mama on the phone to feel better. That was this morning. This evening I am going to eat a greasy cheesy buffalo chicken wrap (SPAK, 'natch) and watch Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List season 4 on YouTube.

Good to go.

Tomorrow we rip up the carpet in my bedroom. D-Day.
I'm going to paint the stairway, I decided. It must be done.

2009-07-07T10:25:00.002-04:00

I meant to post this forever ago. From the notes of the Drunkdriver record:

"Songs about god, family, and girls I used to fuck. I'd like to apologize to all of them, but the fact of the matter is, I'm not sure if I'm sorry. I wake up everyday because one of those three things. If you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. I have quite a lot and I think I'm being lied to. Thanks to everyone who's still here. To those who have disappeared: uppers, alcohol, and a steady dose of network television have helped me rid my mind of you completely. We are all better off." - Michael Berdan.

I forget why I was so intent on posting it before, but I found it at the bottom of my purse and wanted to get rid of it.

Liner notes to 'Medicine Fuck Dream' are better:

"Ashley grew up in League City, a suburb of Houston, and his dad worked for NASA. In the liner notes to the vinyl version of Medicine Fuck Dream, there's a photocopy of a concerned letter from his parents after his mother found out the title of his album. We are embarrassed that the word 'FUCK' is directly associated with Greg Ashley's name on the Internet. Millions can view the granddaddy of foul words in association with our name.'"

2009-07-06T10:51:00.004-04:00

Got up at 7:30 (which was an indulgence, because I had already laid in bed for half an hour), feeling totally refreshed and awake. Ready for the day. Going to bed at 10:30 pm can do wonders for you, even if you maybe have to imbibe a strong cocktail or five to get there.

So I'm taking the dog out, I'm making tea, I'm getting a ton of shit done before work at noon, I totally got it.

Then I turned off the wrong burner and melted the teapot to the stove.

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2009-07-05T19:33:00.001-04:00

THIS OLD HOUSE. the ugly wallpaper can't be removed since it's holding the plaster to the fucking lathe boards.

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You and I must make a pact;
we must bring salvation back.
Where there is love -
I'll be there.

I'll reach out my hand to you.
I'll have faith in all you do.
Just call my name, and I'll be there.

I'll be there to comfort you.
Build my world of dreams around you,
I'm so glad that I found you.
I'll be there with a love that's strong.
I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on.

Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter.
Togetherness, well it's all I'm after.
Whenever you need me, I'll be there.

I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you.
Just call my name, and I'll be there.

If you should ever find someone new,
I know he better be good to you.
'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there.

I've never been one to plan my future wedding, but if my first dance were to this song, I would be completely satisfied.

2009-07-03T20:48:00.004-04:00

Not a conversation I was present for but hilarious regardless:

"Oh, no, I don't drink gas station coffee."
"We did cocaine all weekend, and you had chicken nuggets for breakfast. Come on."

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Downstairs = painted
Upstairs = all paint is purchased.

2009-07-01T00:01:00.001-04:00

Is it inappro to wear an AA Deep-V to work with children? y/n

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Guys, Ralph Lauren makes metallic paint. Could I have a metallic lilac bedroom? Could I?

2009-06-30T17:54:00.002-04:00

i neverrrrr posssssssssssst.

i'm over it.

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but!

boom, baby!

2009-06-27T14:14:00.004-04:00

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.

2009-06-26T19:57:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-06-24T00:01:00.001-04:00

remember when the strokes were like, is this it.

i do.

is this it
seriously?

2009-06-23T07:56:00.003-04:00

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

2009-06-20T17:56:00.002-04:00

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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2009-06-19T21:34:00.000-04:00

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.

2009-06-19T08:18:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-06-18T20:33:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-06-13T22:31:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-12T08:44:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-06-10T00:04:00.001-04:00

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.

2009-06-09T01:47:00.003-04:00

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."

2009-06-08T10:19:00.002-04:00

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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2009-06-07T00:20:00.000-04:00

No innanet.

2009-06-05T00:31:00.001-04:00

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.

2009-06-04T00:14:00.001-04:00

Guyssssssssssssss, Texas was grrrrrreeeeeeeeeat.

I never update because I have everything to say.

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2009-06-01T23:05:00.000-04:00

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

Tx day three

2009-05-31T17:34:00.000-04:00

Just everything!

2009-05-28T19:04:00.004-04:00

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!

2009-05-27T10:11:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-05-26T09:21:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-05-25T12:42:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-05-23T00:07:00.002-04:00

Last night was just like this:

And this morning was just like this:

2009-05-22T10:58:00.003-04:00

"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."

2009-05-21T17:50:00.003-04:00

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

2009-05-20T22:17:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-05-19T21:49:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-05-18T20:38:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-05-16T00:02:00.004-04:00

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.)

2009-05-15T00:28:00.004-04:00

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.

2009-05-13T12:06:00.000-04:00

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:

2009-05-12T19:10:00.003-04:00

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.

2009-05-10T21:38:00.003-04:00

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!"

2009-05-08T18:30:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-05-07T18:06:00.004-04:00

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.

2009-05-06T22:25:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-05-05T22:09:00.001-04:00

Penn Ave was on fi-yah today.

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

Aw, strange man! Thanks!

2009-05-04T23:22:00.002-04:00

Look what we found:

2009-05-02T14:52:00.002-04:00

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.

2009-04-30T21:00:00.002-04:00

Employed!

I'm so excited to put together cute outfits for this. I have been networking like a goddamned fiend lately. I love to schmooze, but it was started to get tired. Everything is so tired. I write that phrase constantly in school. "Everything is SO TIRED."

But it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm done with school.

"TOMORROW IS GOING TO BE THE BEST DAY EVER," Mary keeps saying.
- work with the baby
- go to Carnegie for mural stuff
- Art Awards Picnic, my favorite day of the year.
- Senior Art Show!
- Mary's Photography Thesis Show!

I think we're gonna end this year the way we started it.

Pittsburgh summer, y'all. I'm so happy. Everything is coming together and life is beautiful. Fingers crossed for everything.

2009-04-29T23:29:00.002-04:00

Day started with me waiting for the bus. I hear a little whistle - it's Lisa and Anthony in the truck, waiting at the light. I kiss Lisa hello through the rolled down window and talk to them until someone behind them honks (the light had turned green).

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I went to go see the mural site today, and when I walked up, another competing artist was already there. This was his intro as we shook hands:

"I'm gonna kick your ASS!"

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The day ended when I was waiting by the bus stop for the long ride home. Some one was honking and waving through their window - it was James! The artist who was gonna kick my ass!

The ride home was nice, we talked about art school stuff you have to deal with all the time. Like, how the project you slave over and care about is the one that's ripped apart, when the project you shit out in five minutes before a critique is lauded as genius. He told me,

"When I was in undergrad, I was so fed up with the whole thing, ya know. So right before the critique I just shit on the canvas, rubbed it around, and hung it up. And made them all look at it and talk about it, and they loved it. I mean, I literally shit on a canvas and rubbed it around, ya know?! Literally!"

Which made me wonder: did he actually shit on a canvas? Or was he misusing the word 'literally' for emphasis? Gray area.

2009-04-28T17:39:00.002-04:00

In the mail today:

From my father.

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I'm done with school. I have to show up to a few things, but I'm done. Up next:
- Getting food stamps
- Getting a job
- Planning mural
- Finding new apartment (?!?!?!)
- I'm drawing a pencil portrait of a Yorkie and a Maltese. Yeah.

2009-04-28T09:44:00.001-04:00

I'm scared of swine flu, and because I am legitimately worried, I hate the fact that I keep thinking of The Happening.

2009-04-27T19:03:00.002-04:00

Oh Mary:

"You know what the real problem is with this Hipster Grifter? Why no one can find her? ...they all look alike!"

and

April was discussing her food stamps, which I will soon be on.
"You just have to not be embarrassed about going into the welfare office and fill out the paperwork."
"...Did you dress down?"

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I stayed up until the wee morning hours last night talking about honey bees, among other things. Last night was the first night without the comforter, with the air conditioner and fans and open windows. R. and I are voyaging to Texas May 29th - June 3rd. I'm done with school after I tack a few more things up on a wall and print out something and turn it in. Sitting in my shorts and bra in my hot apartment, drinking a beer. Everything is going so well.

2009-04-26T15:23:00.002-04:00

Ohhhh boyyyy.

Took the baby to the zoo in an attempt to wear him out. By the end of the morning we were both exhausted. It's starting to be the fever dream part of summer - laying in bed with a thin layer of sweat all over you, hair sticking to foreheads and temples, fighting for a nap.

Saw Boothy for the first time in a long time - he showed us his office and lab, and liquids that react to magnets (cool). Saw two different shows. It's becoming a tradition to walk home at night, talking about how beautiful and lucky everything is. It may sound cheesy, but there you have it.

Took a flower from a memorial site (a big yellow rose). Spreadin' the wealth around.

Holy shit, y'all, I'm done with school tomorrow. Forever. In my life.

I can't even talk about things that are happening. Maybe over a drink in the corner of a room at some event I could try to, but otherwise it feels impossible.

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2009-04-25T23:48:00.000-04:00

Full days, full daze.

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2009-04-24T20:50:00.000-04:00

Saw my first groundhog today. Motherfuckers are HUGE.

2009-04-23T12:36:00.003-04:00

Yesterday I came home, and I was ready to cry about the three J's (Jamie, Jay, and Judy), but I kept getting distracted by better things. Maybe I will today. It's been a while.

Took the dog on two long walks - on the first a girl and her mom were riding bikes (cute) and the girl asked, "Can I pet your dog?" and we chatted about the dog for a while. I WAS THAT GIRL. On the second walk, we went to Spak, and she performed tricks for pepperonis and freaked Nate out.

Mary and I googled things we shouldn't (including google image). It's all part of the coping process, I think.

W.W.S.S.? (bringing it back, y'all)
So, there's one less star in the sky.
Well, who cares?

2009-04-22T11:22:00.001-04:00

How gauche is it to nicely hang your own art work in your home? I want to say it's proactive - you are the design you wish to see in the home, and all that. But in the end I think I have to concede that it is terribly gauche. Shame. I'm losing my studio soon, and have lots of white walls at home.

I should make gauche gouache paintings. I think I will.

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Pet portraits. There is money to be made here. This does not irk me. People love their pets, and I, like Paul Wall, am in love with my money.

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You guys, I really think it's possible. 'It' being this amazingly large thing I can't even really put into words. I can do it. I'm gonna do it.

2009-04-21T09:56:00.002-04:00

Always forgetting to post.

Nothing to say. I've been socializing and traveling and planning and scheming and working and partying, and I'm all spent.

The end.

2009-04-19T17:20:00.000-04:00

When Audrey and I were in Mexico together, we would sit in the giant marble bathtub together at night, brushing our teeth.

Y'all. Y'ALL.

2009-04-18T13:22:00.003-04:00

All my days have been great, lately. It's barf inducing to say 'magical', but it feels that way.

- Beautiful weather.
- Went to the park and museum with the baby, rode the carousel. Ate funnel cake. Felt motherly.
- Sunburned!! First of the year, baby.
- Designed a logo for Mary. (Channelling my inner Eric Carle, y'all).
- Put together a cute outfit (it's important), reintroduced my little legs to the world. I was hollered at by some Mexicans, so I knew I was doing at least some very small thing right.
- Totally Wired Fest, night 1.

Nice Moments:

Walking into the museum with Paul, doing something leisurely because we could, and we were there, and why not. Little kids were swarming everywhere, and I pushed the stroller with the sleeping baby in it. "Look at these assholes," I said to Paul as we approached the kid-filled lobby.

Skipping down the front steps to jump in Randy's car. I'm in my little skirt (carrying presents) and he's smiling in the car while smoking his after work cigarette in a tshirt (first of the year). By that big fir tree, car windows down.

Eyes like plates, sitting off on the sides in the fake lounge while the bands played. Waiting it out. Finally being able to socialize and have fun and be on the other side of joke-making (knowing glances from across the bar).

It always feels (I just wrote that as 'fills'. I need to chill out.) like we're a little trouble-making team watching everything else happen. In on the joke. Like when we were sitting on the sidelines in those ridiculous old velour parlor chairs (I wish there were a photo - perfect example of dingy glamour), well put-together and resigned. Or when he was throwing things into the crowd, disappointed he left the fireworks at home, and I silently handed him things I was getting rid of, one by one, so he could throw those, too. I always say it's not a party until Reeves shows up, but truly it's not a party until there are interior fireworks.

We made the adventure (everything is an adventure) across the street to see Lisa at the Thunderbird. She gave me a spider ring and all the drinks were free (with the customary fighting over it). Smuggling beers across the street. And then! The post-show scramble: everyone spills out onto to street, trying to find ways home, jumping into cars that have already started to drive away. Was driven home by Eli, sliding into his car at the last second (sitting on a lap). Came home to a living room of 10 boys dressed in black, sitting on all the couches. John was left behind and woke up in his car at 4 am.

Bathroom encounters. I will leave it at that. Intimate moments that catch you off gaurd - my favorite.

Making coffee, eating donuts and drinking beer before noon. Beautiful.

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"Everything is wonderful all the time, and it's the hardest thing to remember to be grateful, but what else can I do?"

"Why doesn't everyone like everything I like? I dunno. But I gotta deal." ---- every argument is pointless, belee dat.

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2009-04-17T20:01:00.001-04:00

MM says, "just the smell of summer can make me fall in love". It's true.

2009-04-16T20:08:00.003-04:00

Christina has "Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation" tattooed on the back of her arm, and a while ago at Gooski's - that time when we just missed the show, the night that I went out the night before my senior review - she told me it was from the bible. But it's not. It's Kahlil Gibran.

2009-04-15T22:46:00.003-04:00

I never have much to say anymore. I think I may delete this soon. Just sayin'.

I got a beautiful new blanket from Mary.

Cute:

Photo by Mary via Tom.

2009-04-14T22:37:00.002-04:00

I saw Bill Callahan play an in-store today. A girl fainted in the back, and whoever she was with was screaming the most bloodcurdling, terrifying screams. I couldn't see what happened and thought someone had run in from outside, with a gunman following close behind. Hands down one of the scariest things I have experienced.

And she just fainted!

2009-04-13T13:13:00.002-04:00

Best. Easter. Ever.

Actually, it’s the only one of two Easters that I will even be able to remember in the future. The other was last year’s.

Woke up, still worked up from the day before. Was talked down.
Get dressed and drive to Randy’s family’s house. It’s so nice to be around family, any family.
Walked to Polish Hill, it was beautiful out. Carrying a cake and a watermelon, unwrapping foil on the bridge.
Jimmy dropped the watermelon as soon as we handed it to him.
I felt weird but was well-behaved.
Vinnie handed me the giant wad of money and told me to watch the door – terror.
Nobunny show was AWESOME. Rock and Roll Adventure Kids were AWESOME.
To people throwing beer – I’m trying to drink beer, so you could just hand them to me, thanks.

I can’t get over this show. The whole day was so amazing, and after R. and I tagged-teamed the bathroom (“We are not going to address this.”) we discovered it was only 9:30 pm. “We can do anything, we can go anywhere. The night is ours!”

Went to Kopec’s to see the other end of the punk spectrum. It was painful. “This song…. This song is about the American Empire… things have been fucked up for so long and Iraq and Afghanistan and blah blah blah blah BLAH.” It’s important to care about things, but it’s also important to DO things and sometimes you have to throw glitter and wear costumes and dance and scream. Or at least know you have the option.

Walking out of the bar, almost to the door, all the lights in the surrounding 5 blocks had blown out. We walked home in the dark, and the city was lit up by bouncing flashlight lights coming out onto all the porches. Magical.

Nobunny was at the house when we got home, so we played with them for a while. I ran into one of them in my underwear this morning trying to go to the bathroom and yelled.

2009-04-12T16:33:00.002-04:00

The show was awesome. Yesterday was rough, but I made the best of it by spending all day with Mary. We got drunk and told inappropriate stories with Abraham - probably stories no one wanted to hear, but I can't take it back now, ya know?

2009-04-10T00:08:00.002-04:00

I never update on time.

Nice day. Spent a lot of time with Mary, visited SPAK, met up with Randy at the park. OH GOD, we witnessed the most hilarious fall. Parties involved? Guy telling us a story about his gigantic Mastiff (I guessed the weight right, almost - 140 lbs), the giant Mastiff, old lady, and old lady's old dog (16 years). They got all tangled and were rolling around each other. I can't explain, you had to be there. But I'm laughing out loud in the art room thinking about it now.

OH MY GOD MY GALLERY SHOW IS TODAY. I have no idea if I'm ready or have enough. Very nervous.
Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.
Ga Ga.

2009-04-08T12:39:00.001-04:00

I don't know if there has been a period in my life where Wu-Tang has felt more perfect. It's all I will listen to for the next week or so - I wish I had headphones.

This snotty sophomore boy yelled at me, and I laughed at him. "WHEN ARE YOU GONNA TAKE THE STICK OUT?!", as Jon (from Kate + 8) would say.

2009-04-07T23:22:00.002-04:00

Maaaaan, lots to say, but with no internet I rarely do (in this format, at least).

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Fun times with Mary. All times with Mary are fun times. Watching her and Abraham alter clothes. "Hey doodle, what do you think about this?"

She gave me a pair of shoes and two bras, one of which I left on the floorboard of Randy's car by accident.

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I ran into one of my teachers after midnight, at a bar, the night before my Senior Review.

"Are you worried about it..... Well, I guess not, you're here."

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Also, I got recognized by a stranger: "YOU! I KNOW YOU!" finger-pointing from across the table. "There's a picture of you on my fridge!" I found out it had to be taken down due to some scandal, but couldn't get the story out of him.

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Odd moment waiting for drinks with R. Spak. I need to be writing this stuff down. "He used to tell stories about you but now he doesn't, so I know he must really like you."

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Senior review - killed it!

2009-04-05T15:40:00.002-04:00

Castle nights are the most fun nights.

Sitting in the back booth, approaching 4 am. Crust punks with kids are playing darts (poorly), D. LLoyd is taking pictures of himself on his phone, Reeves is deeply involved in some intense conversation about West African slave trade (gah). We were just watching it all happen.

"I'm so happy. Everything is wonderful."

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I was telling Mary about another Castle encounter:
"I was watching them, and she was leaning into his lap and and they were just making out and her butt was in my face, and I realized: they TOTALLY have SEX!"

"Yeah.... Like, he sees her naked... and he LIKES it!"

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Most beautiful weekend. I played so much, and saw so many people, and felt so lucky even though nothing is perfect, and and and and and.

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2009-04-04T03:37:00.000-04:00

Internet has been gone in the house. I'm at the castle, it's four am, i'm watching d. lloyd take pictures of himself.

2009-04-01T12:03:00.003-04:00

When Loudon Wainwright says, "it's easy," I want to believe him.

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Brian and I were sitting on the couch in his studio yesterday, laughing incredulously as an actor told us, "You, you guys are lucky, you have a marketable skill!"

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Oh, I forgot to mention a long time ago: all these boys are sleazy, for sure, and conniving, definitely - but when they run into each other out at night, they ask about the others' mothers. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Yeah, I'll be giving her a call real soon."

Charming.

2009-03-31T12:40:00.001-04:00

"I parted my hair in the middle. I look dumb. I feel like a butthead."
"You don't look that much different than usual, honestly."

2009-03-30T20:21:00.003-04:00

I am going to eat a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and I am going to fry it the way Elvis did, and everything is fine.

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I saw the most beautiful girl in the elevator today - long blonde hair, dark eyebrows, red lips. I want that.

2009-03-29T19:39:00.002-04:00

Oh boy.

Don't remember when I went to sleep last night, but I got up at 3 pm today, and didn't leave bed until five, probably.
I threw up at breakfast/dinner. It's cool though, I'm a pro at it.

There's a once-a-month amateur wrestling match in Lawerenceville - it sounds so rowdy and yinzer, I must go. Met up with R. after it, and he was sleeping on the couch at a super loud bar. So you know it must be good.

I think:
I'm learning.
I can do it.

2009-03-28T15:39:00.003-04:00

Went to a boring punk party, and didn't even get to see the birthday boy. None of those kids have any sense of humor - and what's more pathetic than a group of white kids sitting around discussing whether the term 'jimmies' (chocolate sprinkles) is racist. Especially when the people arguing can give no explanation why it's racist.

Ditched that, and ducked through little alleys and an abandoned school yard - the dome of that church (Paul would know its name) was huge and right next to us. Pittsburgh-beautiful. I'm always watching boys play games at Gooski's - this time it was ping pong. Walked to the Castle for afterhours through more little alleys I don't know the names of. Buttercup (I know) checked my ID and I was put on the guestlist as 'Tay'. We made it in right before the drag queens showed up - they were lookin' nice, Sharon's got some legs on her. "I might not be going home with you."

Spotted Reeves in the corner.

"Reeves hates me."
"Really? He spoke very highly of you. Let's go over there and make fun of him."

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Slept through two alarms and made it to the baby's second birthday party an hour late, right as the cake and candles came out. It was a nice contrast to the night before - I was still wearing the previous evening's ensemble. Smoky smell and dirty teeth, old mascara. The weather was typical on the walk home - gray skies, dreary as fuck - but everything felt perfect in the Pittsburgh way.

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OH, three important notes I almost forgot for today:
1. Walked the dog this evening and the skies cleared up and it was so so so beautiful outside. Late evening summer light. I can't wait.
2. Jen received a letter I sent on May 31st, 2008 to 1 Olympia at her school mailbox today. Insane. I can't wait to read it.
3. Last night was the first time I have ever, ever said "Stop. Don't even tell me anymore- I don't want to know." This is HUGE, people. However, it is definitely not becoming a habit.

actually,
4. "I do what I do and you do what you can about it." Wayne Carter, cheers to you. Genius.

2009-03-27T19:47:00.002-04:00

Tom has bedbugs. We found out last night when we were all together - Spencer, Tom, Jen, Mary, Randy, and I, talking shit and telling secrets (kinda what I do all the time).

Mary and I visited our old friend Kelly, at her place. We always go to her place.

2009-03-26T00:18:00.001-04:00

I was listening to Keith on the radio and sent him a text that said "on air shout out."

"Oh hold on I just got a text, let's see if it's a request... uh, ha, no."

A small disruption, still.

Age difference

2009-03-25T19:01:00.000-04:00

"I've had 'I kissed a girl' stuck in my head all day."
"I remember that video. That chick was middle-aged and boring."
"We can't be talking about the same thing."
"Jill Sobule?"
"Katy Perry?"

2009-03-24T00:20:00.005-04:00

It hit me today:

I want to be a Coach Taylor, but I'm more of a Buddy Garrity.

Really, that sums me up perfectly. It says it all.

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I vaguely knew this boy this summer in Texas, but I'm friends with most people in the photographs. I've said it before but everyone in Texas is so goddamn beautiful. This is proof of that.

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This picture was on the front page of the Pittsburgh Post Gazette today:

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Oh, and a note to people complaining about the new Facebook:
1. You're complaining about Facebook, on Facebook. And about how you are using Facebook less, on Facebook.
2. Technology. It changes. Get over it.
3. Seriously, can you not figure it out?

And in conclusion:

4. Get real problems.

2009-03-23T08:20:00.002-04:00

Gin & grapefruit at the gay bar - a lot of it - and I woke up in Mary's bed. I went to sleep wearing my full outfit, a turban on my head, and a baby blanket over my face.

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2009-03-22T22:18:00.000-04:00

Unknowingly went to a gay bar with mary. But it's great, we get to sit on a couch and watch music videos. Lots of men in khakis.

2009-03-21T21:35:00.002-04:00

I'm sitting at the local vegetarian diner to take advantage of the free wi-fi. It's the type of place with exceptionally bad service, but everyone puts up with it because it's cute inside and beautiful people go there.

Anyway.

Spent time with April and Mary at Kelly's (bar, not person. I don't have any friends named Kelly). They're so much fun.

I want to buy the rights to the phrase "the economy." Another genius idea.

I collaborated with Mary on a project I've been meaning to do for a long time and I think it turned out great; I want to do more.

The pictures are on her blog here.

I am so so so happy.
I wish I could tell you about last night: there was a spilled beer and a pool of blood involved.

Oh, and if it's been awhile since you've eaten actual meat and you kinda forget what it tastes like but think the substitutes taste pretty good, I got news: you're wrong, they suck.

In comparison, at least.