i lived most of my teenage years in the early 90's in milwaukee. that's when i was way more emo than i am now - not a black on the outside morrissey type of emo but the kind of emo where i'd much rather sit in my room and paint, sew and listen to music than hang out with a bunch of humans. everyone was into pot and techno and i wasn't. the few girlfriends that i did have would always ditch me for dudes, which i'll never understand. it was kinda lonely sometimes but i was still content sitting in my room thinking i was being radical by taking black and white photos of lesbian barbie dolls. pretty soon i found booze, rv, ak and tim kulas, and then my life in california.
this velvet patchwork skirt is my new favorite piece of gear. like maybe even of all time. thanks hannah. i didn't even have to ask her for one, she just knew. it's something that i'll keep forever and will recycle every decade. i know it's true cause it reminds me of something i would've worn in the early 90's. if i didn't have such skinny legs i'd have to buy a pair of combat boots to wear with it. i just realized i have the exact same hair now as i did back then. minus a few new fine lines forming on my face and one bra size, i look exactly the same as i did 15 years ago. happiness runs in a circular motion. that reminds me, it's probably time for me to get my first mammogram.
we went to an art show.
much more about joe pease later
the artists
then we went to the whistlestop for bootie bassment. after a few drinks it was totally awesome. kimmy wore her dance gear and danced the CRAP out of the dance floor, and josh said the words "my number one" 400 times.
this might be my favorite stevie song today: IF ANYONE FALLS
stevie's been inspiring late night dance parties in our bedroom lately. she'll always be one of the greatest.
my aunt was dancing her tits off and saying over and over "why is everyone sitting?". i was too shy to get up and dance with her but i still knew she was the coolest person at the riverside theater, besides for maybe the queen of soul herself.
the new erica weiner "black fist" necklace reminds me of my dark skinned sicilian godmother michele. this one is for all the strong black women out there.
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did you know the word ollie is in the dictionary now? an old lady stopped john in mid shred today to tell him that. it was also kimmy's birthday. also i was sober the whole time.
but i have to admit, i had a lot of fun that night. it might have had something to do with the fact that JASON LEE was there. it meant a little less to me than it would have a few years ago before his tv show that's not funny, but i was still fanning out. not enough to get a proper picture with him.
only of the back of his head.
and his gulu.
also - new skirts handmade by with hearts in my eyes. fully reversible in perfect tulip shapes.
