Sunday, August 28, 2005
It's so fucking hot. I can't believe we have air-conditioning. I'm so grateful. We're sitting here in the living room watching black and white movies on mute and blogging. I am in my underwear and so is Patty. Every once in a while I mist her with the spray bottle. when I put the computer down, she'll mist me. This is how we've decided to spend my last free day. I start work tomorrow. I'll be going to school, and working again. I'll be so busy and productive. I'll be saving bank notes because my rent here is only $300 and I'll be actually making more money at WestMed than my last place. Lucky me. I'll save and save and save and then when the time is right, I'm going to buy something. I want to have a property. I don't really care right now what, but I want to have something of my own.
I'm taking another stripper class. It starts in October. Patty's taking it wight me. She's looking for a way to get to design school. She wants to go to Otis or Parsons and she wants to make her dresses. She and Rad went to this estate sale yesterday and it was so hot only a few people came. The man that was running it let them have a ton of stuff really cheap because he was so mad that no one came. A lot of the stuff is from the 50's and 60's and 70's and 80's. The dead lady had so much stuff she probably never threw anything away. There's stuff from the whole family and even some dog sweaters were in this one bag.
They came back with boxes and bags of stuff. It's all here in the living room. Patty's going through it. We found a bunch of baby clothes and shoes and that got Patty really happy. Rad took most of the men's stuff home. They've got big plans to remake all this stuff and sell it. I hope they make bookoo bucks. I should be studying my French, but I can't. It's too hot.
I have to log off now and put the computer away so I can get misted.
confessions of The Shadow * 1:25 PM
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Monday, August 22, 2005
I got through my first day of classes. They're not so bad. Books are what broke my back. Good thing I hardly have to pay any rent. We've gotten the place pretty much straightened out. Patty and I were both so relieved to have a place we couldn't wait one minute longer to get all our stuff out of boxes.
Patty's Man was really good, too. He's been keeping almost all my stuff in his cave since I moved out of my place and today I picked up the last of it. He's got Team Shagmoor all set up in there doing whatever the hell they're doing. I don't know, it's some big fat thing. I don't really care. Work stuff.
Goth Boy is leaving me again. He's going back to Florida and then to New York. When he gets back in two weeks, we're going to see about going back to DC again for the holidays. I vote no for Thanksgiving because of Rollins in Vegas. I kind of liked being back there for Solstice, except the visiting of his family part. Maybe we could have a dissing of the family instead.
Patty and I went last night to see some friends up in Venice. I drove her by the house on Brooks. She said it was a sad house. On Saturday we're going with everyone to Hollywood Forever to see an old movie. I don't know what to bring. Maybe I'll make some brownies. Yes, I know how to bake. It's just a lifestyle choice I make to never do it.
Did you know that there's primates that trade sex for food pellets? Is it prostitution if a monkey does it? As Sex Popess of the World I should look into this. I'll let you all know what I find out.
confessions of The Shadow * 4:59 PM
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Sunday, August 21, 2005
Patty and I had to move. It was inevitible. Carey found us the best deal in town. There's this building downtown that was in the middle of a huge remodel and then they ran out of money so it's like only halfway done. The owner of the condo hasn't lived here in over a year so she's letting us move in and all we have to pay is the utilities and the association dues. This building would be pretty posh if it was done but as it is now we can't get up to the pool or spa which are on the roof. The whole place has these black nets and scafolds and stuff all around it. It's a total hardhat construction sight.
Which means we get to do pretty much whatever the fuck we want. We have no neighbors above or below or next to us. The only other people living on our floor are on the other side. We painted everything already and now we're just finishing moving in and getting our stuff all put away. I painted my room blood red again and I'm doing all the same as the last place I had. I did the bathroom in a silver and gray because it's too small for the red. Patty's room is kind of like Nightmare Before Christmas style. She painted one of her walls black and is doing this painting of a graveyard with a full moon on it, but kind of Tim Burton style so it's not creepy or scary. Then the other walls are gray and she's painting black shadows of like a bride and groom, a baby carriage, a little girl with a parasol, but it's all supposed to be like old-fashioned Edward Gorey style and it's a story of a family that goes to the graveyard for a picnic. It's so fucking cool.
Patty decided we're doing the living room, dining room, and kitchen as Goth Paris. I'm not sure what that's going to be like, but we painted the walls a beige color and the moldings a creme color and she's making stencils of all these different things we're supposed to put on the walls. I know it'll be really cool.
I'm so glad to be in a place where all my stuff is with me and I can unpack and relax. We have a washer and dryer inside and it's air-conditioned and we each have a parking space. What more could a Sex Popess of the World need? The only thing is that we can't go out on the balconies because they're just wood and Goth Boy and Patty's Man both went out there and jumped up and down and the balconies were totally moving with them. The building makes a weird noises, too. We don't care. We play music all day long because who gives a shit anyway?
I start school this week. Then I start my job next week. I hope this means my life is getting back on track. Fucking parents fuck everything up all the time. Who needs them?
confessions of The Shadow * 10:56 AM
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Friday, August 19, 2005
Santa Barbara was great. I like it there, but I don't think I'd like living there. Maybe I would. It's very the same. We went to the missions and climbed up to the tower and looked all around. All the roofs are the same. It's different from Long Beach. Everything is.
We stayed at a hotel on State street called Santa Barbara Hotel. It was nice. We had super loud sex and the people in the next room pounded on the wall, so then we had super super loud sex and they just started laughing. We saw them this morning and the guy went up and shook Goth Boy's hand. We didn't go to the restaurant up in the mountains because we just walked around and screwed around all day and we didn't feel like it by the time it came to it. We ate at an Italian place called Pascucci's. It was really good. There didn't seem to be any clubs that we could go to. It's kind of a richy college town. It reminded me a lot of the OC. People looked at us like we were weird. Goth Boy especially got a lot of stares. We went vintage trolling and I found some cool furniture. I found some stuff that I think is called Heyawake. It's a coffee table and a record cabinet. We bought them and took them home. Where is home? I have no home. I am homeless.
We wanted to shop for clothes but it was very boring. Nothing amazed us. We came home this morning and went shopping at Vintage Village instead. I got two 50's dresses and some vintage red cowgirl boots. Goth got some old Burgundy Docs and some bowling shirts.
We got evicted by Douglas the dick. We have 72 hours to vacate the premises. I asked Patty if that meant all of us, or just everyone but her. She said there was no difference. I have to look for an apartment today. I asked Patty if she was moving in with her husband and she just rolled her eyes.
Carey said she'd help us find a place, but I don't think it should be too hard. I've seen lots of signs and actually I know exactly what I'm looking for. That's the first step to finding it.
confessions of The Shadow * 12:44 PM
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
What a day.
I start school on Monday. Woohoo! Then I start working again in two weeks. All kinds of shit hit the fan today. Where should I start?
Patty is not speaking to Douglas. When the official marriage certificate came in the mail, she opened it and left it on the table. He came upstairs to find her when she didn't come down. I don't think he'd ever been upstairs before. There was a huge scene. Rad and I watched it all from the staircase. He followed her all around the house and outside but she wouldn't look at him or answer him. Finally he gave up and went away. He said a lot of rude things and sounded just like a dad. He told us we were all being evicted from the property. There's something weird going on. Douglas cares too much about this whole thing. I think he's got it bad for Patty's mom. That's the only thing that makes sense.
The other shit that hit the fan was with Miss Mary Sunshine. This morning Henry and Heidi covered Dickie Barrett's shift on Indie. We all were at the Goonies house because Rhonda and Jimmie didn't have room for everyone. E and Sleeves came and brought Krispy Kremes and we made coffee and listened to the show. Everything was cool and when Rollins started talking about all the violence Heidi has threatened him with E was like, "I thought I was Henry's number one stalker!" It was funny. The show was great, it delivers like Phukhet Thai.
After that, E goes up to Patty's Man and says "I want you to delete the archives". Patty's Man just looks at her like she's nuts, you know how he looks at me all the time, and goes "What fucking archives?" Then she says that Tom Luffman guy has been writing her from the Yahoo group and that his feelings are really hurt and he wants Patty's Man to delete the archives on the blog he took over.
This started a giant argument about what should be done. Then Patty's Man goes, "What does that freak do, check the blog every fucking day?" Then E says yes. She said she thinks he reads everyone's blogs because he wrote her an email alerting her to what I posted about her. Like he's fucking telling on me or some fucking thing. He tells her in this email that she's so sweet and kind, and that she deserves a better friend. Can you fucking believe this shit? What a fucking retard.
Sleeves and Patty's Man both went ballistic. E got all quiet and just sat next to me watching the explosion. Goth Boy and Patty tried to calm them down, but they both just wanted to be rage. This whole thing is kind of fucked up. This is the second time that guy has fucked with me for no good reason . It's just because I'm connected to The Crew.
He's my enemy. I hate him. I wish him ill. He'll probably say now that I'm cyberstalking him and that he's going to sue my pants off, but fuck him. He's a limp dick. What a tiny, tiny nasty little man he is. He keeps trying to act like he's just this poor guy out there in Ohio, trying to live his life the best he can, and just because of one little mistake two years ago, he's being tortured by these evil people in the LBC. Except that nobody is torturing him. He's just a big fat idiot and he loves this shit and that's why he keeps it all going. That's why every fucking chance he gets he starts screaming and crying about all these evil cyberstalkers who have a hate site dedicated to him. His worst fear is probably that no one is talking about him ever.
Well, this is the last time, motherfucker. I have a right to my opinion about you and for the time being we still have freedom of speech in this fucked up country, so based on your actions I think you are a total fuckhead and I hate you forever. I hope every bad ugly thing in the world comes right to you. Fuck you forever asshole.
Tomorrow Goth Boy is taking me to Santa Barbara. Do you know that I've never been? It's supposd to be a pretty drive and I need some new clothes. We're going to some special restaurant in the mountains. I'm looking forward to it. I need a break from all this bullshit.
confessions of The Shadow * 9:41 PM
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Monday, August 15, 2005
I feel like such a bitch. This morning Goth Boy and I were at The Library and Miss Mary Sunshine came in all happy and I just shit all over her. E just gets on my nerves sometimes because she's so happy and sweet all the fucking time. She was all excited like a little kid about going to Vegas to see Rollins. I don't care that she and Sleeves are coming, it's just that she's always so fucking chipper all the goddamn time. It's annoying.
She gets her feelings hurt too easy. She's so sensitive. I know it's her first Rollins Spoken Word show and she has every right to be excited. I don't know why I want to take that away from her. She just bugs that's all.
She came in and was jumping up and down about the tickets that her mom got for her. Goth Boy told her to calm the fuck down. Her parents are letting her go to Vegas and spend the night because she'll be staying at Katrin's house and Katrin spoke with her mom so it's all cool. She's like a little girl. She's smart, but I mean she's just so innocent is the word I'm thinking of. She's not a retard. She doesn't do stupid shit or get anyone in trouble. She's just so sweet, and honest, and young, and pretty, and innocent, and I hate her sometimes.
I totally think It's psychological or something. It's like I look at her and I wonder if I was ever that much of a dork. E doesn't care that she's a dork, either. She doesn't give a shit, but she cares way too much about what other people think of her. She loves her parents and they love her and it's all just so nice. I wonder if I had a normal mom with her head on straight and an actual dad if I could have had a chance of being like E. She has every opportunity in the world and it's all for her. She's not an asshole. She doesn't act like a spoiled brat and take everything for granted. It's just that I have these ideas about taking her off to some real shithole and getting her in the bathroom and letting her have it. I'd shove her up against the filthy wall and tell her what a cupcake she is. I'd tell her that she's not tough and she couldn't handle jack shit if she had to wear my shoes for a day. Then I'd take her wallet and her cellphone and leave her little lamb ass there to figure out a way home.
Fuck me if I'm not going straight to hell. When she got up to get her coffee I told Goth Boy my fantasy and he couldn't keep a straight face when she sat back down.
I don't hate her. I love her. She's special and she's one of us and I love her. I just kind of hate her sometimes. I'm waiting for her to calm down, and grow up, and get a little harder. But when she does are we all going to be sad and say we remember when E was so young and sweet?
confessions of The Shadow * 12:25 PM
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Friday, August 12, 2005
Okay, I know you all want to know what happened. I won't make you sad. What do you want to know first?
We drove in two cars. Goth Boy and Patty's Man drove in Goth Boy's truck. Patty and I took her Bug, but I drove. Rad went with us. It was a fun ride up. Patty's car has pretty good air-conditioning. We listened to Etta James, Edith Piaf, and Dusty Springfield on the way. Rad finished sewing a little purse for her on the way, too.
The guys got there first and took off with Sean to go look for a ring. They'd already made reservations at Sacred Center for the tattoos. So then we got there and Katrin was losing her mind. She'd made the reservations at the chapel and we had to go get a bouquet, butoneers, the cake, the garter, and the stockings. She left me with Patty so we could get started on hair and make-up and she and Rad took off.
They ran all over town and Rad went totally overboard. He ran into VS and bought her some naughty nighties and lingerie. They went to some party planning place and bought Champagne glasses, a big candle, a pillow for the ring, and some other stuff. They came back with the cake and he and Katrin started decorating the living room and dining room. Karin bought her this red wooden box that's shaped like a heart and she put inside it all these spells and a deck of red heart playing cards, for spells, and penny candles, and just about everything anyone would need.
As soon as Sean and the guys got there Katrin started yelling at them to get dressed and they all went in to take a shower. Patty's Man yelled at everyone to shut the fuck up. Then he went over and opened the little ring box. Hello, gorgeous! He got her a 1 carat solitaire round cut in a four-prong platinum setting and the engagement ring has three 1/4 carats in a platinum curved band. It was hysterical when he tried to get down on one knee with the cane and everything. He fell over and Sean had to pull him up off the floor.
Patty wasn't nervous at all. She looked so gorgeous in her dress. katrin could not believe the veil and train Rad made out of the tablecloth. Then finally everyone was ready and we went to the little office where you get a wedding license.
In Las Vegas the wedding office is open until midnight and it's 24 hours on the weekends. Isn't that crazy? So we got that done and it only took about a half hour so we were just a little bit early for the chapel. The appointment was for 10pm and we got there about a half hour early.
Everyone looked really good. Patty's Man found a rust colored tuxedo from the 70's and he cut off the pants leg so his cast fit through. He wore it with a turqoise blue ruffle shirt he found at the same place. Of course he wore his blue Doc Marten 14 holes. Rad wore a really cool suit like the Beatles used to wear when they first came out. He is so beautiful. I wore my sundress and Katrin wore a really pretty black and white sleeveless dress that's cut really low in the back. She likes to show off her tribal. Sean wore the same suit he wore for their wedding. Goth Boy wore a fucking killer tux he bought at Meow. He wore a Minor Threat t-shirt underneath.
Patty's flowers were a bunch of red roses that Katrin got. Katrin and I carried pink roses and the guys all had a red rose for their butoneers. Rad tied some ribbons onto Patty's Man's pimp cane. He did his one legged dance when Rad was bringing Patty down the aisle. The minister was a big black woman wearing some black robes like a judge. The wedding song was Nina Simone's I Put A Spell On You.
The ceremony was short and sweet. They wrote their own vows. It was pretty funny. Patty's Man promised to be true to himself always and never stop kicking ass. Patty promised to never become stupid, boring, fat, or mean. It pretty much covered everything. They promised they would love each other in sickness and health and all that stuff. The only other thing they added was that if either abandoned the other, either emotionally or financially or actually physically abandoned the other person, then they had the right to erase the other's name and tattoo from their body. It was sweet.
After that we went to go get the tattoos. We went to a place Katrin likes called Sacred Center. Sean and Katrin got them the tattoos for their present. The guy there is a friend of Sean's and he another artist stayed late for us. Patty got her man's name circled in a tribal design between her dimples. Patty's Man got her name in a heart on his right ass cheek. They got them done a the same time and then we went back to Sean and Katrin's and ordered Indian food and ate the cake and drank six bottles of Champagne. A cab came and picked up the newlyweds and took them to The Palms. Goth Boy and I drove back with Rad the next morning. Patty and her man came back yesterday.
I'm wondering what's going to happen when Douglas finds out. Isn't it weird how Douglas is so important to everyone lately? Everyone gets all tense when he's around and just wants to piss him off. I think it's because he's the one in charge of the money. That makes him King he thinks.
confessions of The Shadow * 7:28 PM
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Ladybugs and Germs, let me introduce to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Patty's Man. What a crazy last few days. I have to get some sleep. I will blog later. Don't cry. I promise to tell all.
confessions of The Shadow * 4:18 PM
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Monday, August 08, 2005
Good thing I've got no job right now. We're leaving for Las Vegas in two hours. Patty and her man are getting married tonight. Yes I said married. This is their evil plan to make Douglas go into convulsions and asphyxiate on his own saliva. I think it's a stick it to the man kind of thing, but actually they do love each other and this is probably his only chance of ever convincing a girl to share her life with him ever, so they should just go for it.
Goth Boy is kind of in shock I think. He keeps asking Patty's Man if he's sure. They went to buy tuxedos in vintage village this morning. Patty bought a wedding dress last night. She and Rad spent the whole night whipping it into shape. It's fucking incredible. It's from the 50's and it kind of looks like a regular white satin 50's dress with 3/4 sleeves and that scoopy kind of neckline. The skirt is ankle length and she's going to wear a pair of her mom's Jimmy Choo's. That's something borrowed. The blue are her eyes. No. Goth Boy gave her a pin that he was going to give me. It's sapphire and diamonds and it's kind of small but it looks like a flower. She pinned it right in her cleavage area and it looks so great. The piece de resistance or whatever is what Rad did to her mom's tablecloth. She has this vintage Irish lace tablecloth that supposed to go on the dining table. Now it's a veil and a train. I'm letting her use one of my Sex Popess of the World tiaras. I'm wearing the smaller one because I'm the Popess of honor and Goth Boy is the best man. He certainly is. Rad's coming too, to give her away.
I don't know yet what I'm going to wear. I'm either wearing my midnight blue super hooker micro dress or I'll wear my pink 50's sundress. I called Carey and told her what's going down. She's really pissed at Douglas. I think she had a little crush on him. She called him a pig fucker. So true. She yelled at me and said it was a no brainer and that as the Sex Popess of the World I should know better than to look sexier than the bride at her own wedding and that I should do the right thing and only pack the sundress. Here's what I think though. As the Sex Popess aren't I supposed to look super sexy at all times? She goes "Will there be photographic evidence of this joyus event?" And I said "Duh." Then she goes "Do you want to be the next Paula Yates?" and then I called her some names. That would be really humiliating. Poor Paula. She'll never live that down. I'll probably wear the sundress but I'll make it kind of sexy with the right shoes.
I hope Douglas has a heart attack. When we get to Vegas we're staying at Sean and Katrin's. She said she knows exactly where to go for the wedding tattoos and for the thigh-high stockings. Everything was closed here, but she knows where they have them in white and also where to get the bouquet.
Weddings are hard work. We still have to figure out the music and Sean said he'd take photos. Getting married for less than $1,500. Yup, guess that's Sunnyside Orphans style for sure.
confessions of The Shadow * 11:54 AM
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Saturday, August 06, 2005
Can I just tell you what a giant asshole Patty's Man is? Bunkypunk is totally the perfect name for him. He came over Patty's house today and made the biggest fucking mess in the kitchen. Worse than I ever made even in one of my rampages. He got mayo and mustard all over the counters, the floor, even on the fridge and the fucking french doors. I know he totally did it on purpose. He practically took every fucking thing out of the fridge and left it all on the counter. And he ate the last two pickles. He's so fucking selfish and disrespectful. He never refills the ice trays. He never makes new lemonade or sun tea when he drinks the last of it. He's such a fucking pig.
I yelled at him and he just laughed at me. I know he was talking about me on the blog so I'm talking about him. He's a fucking pig and Patty could do so much better. In a heartbeat. Now because of him that fucker Douglas has another reason to talk to Patty. He's so stupid. Someone took the license plates off Douglas's car. I totally think it was him but Goth Boy says that's not his style.
I feel like we're the Goonies or some crazy fucked up shit like that. The plan was to just stay in the back house but the air-conditioning is a dud. So we're all just here all the time in the big house. It's cool because there's enough room for everyone and it's plush, but not if certain disrespectful Bunkypunks can't fucking be decent humans. I swear I don't know what Patty sees in him.
I yelled at him and he totally ignored me and then Patty just goes in there and sits next to him and says "Hey babe, when you're done can you clean up the kitchen?" and he goes "Sure, babe."
What an asshole he can be.
I can't wait to start working. I have to start classes next week I think and then after a week I start working. Two more weeks of life in limbo. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Here's a funny story. We were at the Library this morning with the rest of the world and we saw E and she was all upset. She was telling Patty about these people who were accusing her of stalking Henry Rollins. So we sat down and she was crying, for reals. She's kind of a priss. I like her, but she's so young. Yeah, like I'm so old. But she is kind of young. Plus, she's been going out with Sleeves and she was saying that she didn't know if she should just dump him or not and that was a whole drama because Sleeves was pretending he didn't know who Henry Rollins was. Here's the funny part.
Goth Boy leans in and says to her, "So, you don't think a guy is worth dating unless he knows who Henry Rollins is?"
E says "No. But I mean shouldn't everyone know who he is? Who doesn't know who he is? I mean I guess I don't have anything in common with someone who doesn't know who Henry Rollins is."
Goth Boy goes "What if he was from Zimbabwe and the two of you were perfect soulmates and the only flaw you could detect was that he'd never heard of Henry Rollins. What would you do then?"
E didn't say anything. She just looked kind of deer in the headlights.
Then Patty goes "The correct answer is that you would drag him off to your love bed and read Solipsist to him while listening to Come In And Burn and watching Punk Attitude on mute."
Then E starts getting teary again and said she thought we thought she was stupid. Goth Boy was nice to her. He said she was very smart but that she was coming off like one of those Born Agains who are so "on fire" for the Lord that they want everyone to know how Jesus saved them and that they can be saved, too if they just bellieve.
Then E goes "But does that make me a stalker?"
We all told her fuck no. Those freakheads are just retards. Could you imagine E stalking Henry Rollins? She's so tiny and funny he'd probably just laugh at her.
Oh, and then Goth Boy told her to always have safe sex with Sleeves because he's such a dirty boy. She wasn't bothered. She said they haven't even done anything and that even if he tried she wasn't interested until they'd been seeing each other for six months at least. That was funny but in a very sweet way. Goth Boy asked her well, what if he only had three months to live? E said he'd die in anticipation. I wonder if she's like that just because her parents are still married and she lives at home. I'll bet that has a lot to do with her whole personality.
confessions of The Shadow * 6:25 PM
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
This morning I saw MW at The Library. We had coffee and talked about her S&M relationship with her new man. Last weekend was clothespins. We went into the bathroom, one of the best in LBC for sexual activities by the way, and she showed me her bruises. They look like little square black and blues everywhere. He was careful not to do it where anyone would see. She has a really nice tribal sun above her bumline. She says she's never been so happy and that no one understands her like he does. I'll bet. He never switches, though. Never ever. That should say something.
I don't know. That shit scares me like heroin and crack cocaine. Sure, it's fun and all that, but what about the afterburn? What about the end of the trip where you wake up and you have no teeth left and you're in prison for possesion? What if I like it so much I let people turn me into a piece of furniture? What if I let them give me a golden shower or get into skat play or any other kinky freak shit? I think I'd rather just be interested in it, but never explore. It's cool when Goth Boy pinches my nipples and bites my neck and stuff like that, but clothespins? I still let her borrow my whip, though.
confessions of The Shadow * 2:49 PM
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Monday, August 01, 2005
Today I helped Patty and Rad cut a wedding dress. It was really stressy because it's white silk and it's like this huge ordeal if anything goes wrong and Rad was kind of freaking out because he's from what used to be Yugoslavia and they measure stuff differently there, you know in metrics.
So we cut the bodis and the skirt on the bias and this dress is going to be a giant fluffly cloud. It's going to look horrible on her because she's a big fat cow with huge boobs and a giant ass. She should be wearing something that slims her down and instead she wants to be princess Diana. Whatever. If she wants to look like a big white fluffy cloud on her special day then just fucking let her. She's paying for it so she can have it.
Rad and Patty are maybe starting a line. Rad knows European tailoring which is different than Asian tailoring. I have no idea what that difference is. They both have really cool ideas. I'd like Patty to make me some clothes but she's so busy. I have a 50's cocktail dress that I bought almost a year ago and Rad's altering it for me.
He's so funny. He was telling us about the time he had to jump a train from Istanbul to Budapest. He had to keep dodging the conductor and he was hiding in the bathroom and then under some seats. He got kicked in the face by the people who didn't even know he was under the seat. He saw some people picking pockets and he got the train police on them to throw them off, but it was really scary because over there they kill you for doing shit like that. Anyway, he almost got caught but he got off the train and disappeared in the crowd, but the funniest thing is his accent. It's really funny when he tells the story because he acts out all the parts and is very melodramatic.
I need Goth Boy to come home. I need to start working and going to class again. I want my life back.
confessions of The Shadow * 12:12 AM
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