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last nite, went to first thursday with christine and joy. we met up at joy's and then went to dinner at muu muu's. neither told me that they had plans...if they'd told me...
joy was pissy, she gets that way. she needed to go to the bathroom and i said something and we joked around for a few then i told her to go to the bathroom, i wasn't *trying* to be bossy, i just am apparently...lol
so, joy got pissy and didn't want to leave backspace with us. so we walked up everett towards broadway looking at each gallery's art.
One i realy liked was called "greener" and it was fake sod that the artist has spray painted green. i know this sounds wierd, so that why we read the artist's statement. when she lived in the midwest, she went with her father to work where, for huge corporations, they made the lawns GREEN by putting in serious irrigation systems. she learned about the hard work behind this image of greener grass. a few years later, she was reading the smut in her house, when no one was home, and was looking at the pictures and realized the work to make that image look that way.
Then a few years later, she was working in a resturant with some sex workers and she over heard a conversation about one person having the perfect breasts "they're real" the girl had replied. To which the other had replied "they're perfect enough to be fake."
reality is a perception
joy was pissy, she gets that way. she needed to go to the bathroom and i said something and we joked around for a few then i told her to go to the bathroom, i wasn't *trying* to be bossy, i just am apparently...lol
so, joy got pissy and didn't want to leave backspace with us. so we walked up everett towards broadway looking at each gallery's art.
One i realy liked was called "greener" and it was fake sod that the artist has spray painted green. i know this sounds wierd, so that why we read the artist's statement. when she lived in the midwest, she went with her father to work where, for huge corporations, they made the lawns GREEN by putting in serious irrigation systems. she learned about the hard work behind this image of greener grass. a few years later, she was reading the smut in her house, when no one was home, and was looking at the pictures and realized the work to make that image look that way.
Then a few years later, she was working in a resturant with some sex workers and she over heard a conversation about one person having the perfect breasts "they're real" the girl had replied. To which the other had replied "they're perfect enough to be fake."
reality is a perception