I made a tweed clutch purse this afternoon.
I really like the idea of clutch purses.
If I were a girl, I'd use them lots.
I used my sister's sewing machine to make it.
I had never used a buttonhole foot before… And lemme tell ya…
IT WAS SO EASY!
AND IT WAS LIKE MAGIC!
I just pressed on the pedal, and the machine did all the work for me.
I wish sex was like that.
I wish I could put my foot down on a sex pedal and then my body just does its thang.
Jew know?
Transcription of some notes and stuff I was writing to myself while waiting for a friend to get off work. (She works at a French cafe and bakery.)
33 stitches
we need more money
purchasing to push data
wait til it gets to four inches
only animal fibers will take the dye. we can only take so much of overheard conversations of your significant other and countries in the UNITED KINGDOM.
do you want to know? i thought i'd give you the option SINCE you were pretty hurt by it.
make a list of everyone you've had sex with. it might be over 20 people. or something like that. who knows.
yes. sure—go AHEAD.
____ didn't know that when ____ HUNG ____ it was a ____ and _____ doesn't ____ do _____
and then i SAID: oh that's dumb (and a lie)
oh really? QUESTION MARK
yes because ____ was the ____ who ____ me and ____ about how ____ thought SAW ____
And that's when my friend walked up and asked if I was making a Mad Libs thing.
Okay no more BOLD.
In other news, the Slits (!) requested to be my friend on Myspace.
It was pretty exciting since I really, really love that band.
LISTEN TO THIS SEX!
That's from their first Peel session.
September 19, 1977
Before they became more influenced by world music and such.
So, I guess I must be doing something right if one of my favorite bands requested to be my friend on Myspace.
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SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY
7.5.07
I decided to make a couple SPT videos instead of taking photos.
Why?
Ugh, just watch the videos.
Any questions you have will be answered.
But most will not.
The second one is better:
Sometimes phrases enter my head all of a sudden from out of nowhere, and I know they'll leave just as quickly.
So, I simply must make a collage or drawing and write it down:
Have you ever heard this song I wrote called "Groin2Groin Resuscitation"?
Maybe one of you has.
It's in my head right now…won't leave.
There's a cool Jack in the Box commercial that just came on. I don't feel like explaining/describing it, but it made me want some fast food like crazy.
Anyways, here are some new sketches I made:
(I broke out my ol' typewriter for them. I love my non-electric typewriter.)
(The red and mint one sold already.)
In one of the classes I'm taking, the professor always begins with the "Our Father" prayer:
Our Father, who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Today I decided to listen to others as they prayed, to see what sort of mistakes were being made, and this was the only one I heard:
Our Father, who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy Catholic come…
On an unrelated classic rock note, "Stairway to Heaven" is NOT the song I wanted to hear on the drive to school today.
P.S. Because I was listening to mistakes people were making during the prayer does not mean I was looking for any sort of weaknesses in others' devotion to God. I was just looking for mistakes.
