Pop music had often cast women as sweet, bright creatures, but Winehouse’s lyrics revealed something mulchier, messier. Here was a woman who refused to conform – not in the eccentric mad woman in the attic mould of Kate Bush or Björk, but a woman who chose to live a little wild, follow her heart and sing of the simple stew of being female. Her songs were filled with broad talk, cussing, drink and drugs and dicks, songs that could hinge on one magnificent, unladylike question: “What kind of fuckery is this?”
had a nice moment with a patron, she seemed like she really wanted to stay and talk to me once I finished her order and she could have, really, I don’t do much on Mondays. My first thought was, maybe she’s lonely and then maybe she just thought we’d have something in common, she looked about 50 and was buying tickets for her daughter and grand kids. She asked if I was bored there, I said no, the truth being yes, painfully. Any way she seemed nice. I really meant it when I said “have a great day” to her.
Hundreds of gay and lesbian couples across New York state are getting hitched today, thanks to legislation passed on June 24. In New York City alone, 823 couples signed up to marry today, while couples in a dozen other cities across the state also walked down the aisle. Seen here are Phyllis Siegel…
Police have charged Anders Behring Breivik, a 32-year-old right-wing extremist and Christian fundamentalist, as the suspected gunman in yesterday’s massacre at Norway’s Utoya Island youth camp—which left at least 85 people dead—and the bombing at the government headquarters in Oslo,…
In an effort to fight off my developed fear of getting back into painting and drawing I am going to attempt one painting or drawing a week. and i’m going to post it here and i’m not going to give a damn if no one else likes it….
there is nothing more uninteresting and tedious for ME then sitting at a desk in front of a computer all day. some people love this lifestyle, I can’t fucking stand it, I like to be moving and doing things, working with my hands preferably. I’m sitting at a desk right now and I hate it! I feel like a child made to sit in time out. whats worse is I literally do nothing but this, fuck around on the internet until a customer shows up to make an order then it’s back to more internet fuckery. I try to be productive about it, using the time to work on personal things like emails and such but I knock that out in the first 2 hours. At least this keeps me hungry for more of the work I like doing.
I seriously can’t wait to go home and build things out of foamcore tonight.
my paranoia is becoming a problem, I’m not even sure of where it came from but I need it to just shut up. No one thinks about me as much as I think about them thinking badly about me. I feel like I am a decent human and mean no harm to anyone but sometimes I might make mistakes or step on someone without realizing it, accidentally and I need to just not worry about that. It’s their responsibility to tell me if I’m doing something or have done something to bother them, because it wasn’t purposeful or malicious on my part and I probably didn’t even realize I did it. Also I need to remember that silence is ok, I don’t need to feel pressured to talk or nervous when it happens, I generally don’t have much of importance to fill the silence with anyway, which is ok.
it’s kinda effecting my ability to just enjoy life, which I would very much like to do.
maybe I should have just gotten more sleep last night.
years ago when I was about 13 I noticed my left breast had a weird hard mass in it. after a few exams and ultrasounds they found nothing abnormal, so I lived with it. it came and went sometimes it would swell and make that breast appear larger sometimes it was hardly noticeable and eventually it seemed to have gone away. I got it checked out again when it appeared to have come back about 4 years ago when I was 19, again there appeared to be nothing wrong or dangerous looking but still no real answer on what it was. It went away pretty much and I forgot about it again.
The other day I noticed a painful swelling and felt it having come back so this morning I went for a quick exam. They found three of them this time and they were on the right side too. so I’m heading for another ultrasound to hopefully get to the bottom of my supposedly not dangerous but sometimes painful…things? cysts? what ever. So this decade long saga of my breast…things? continues…stay tuned folks :b