I need B because I can't be alone. Except when I sleep. Then I can't be with anybody.
GUESS WHO HAS A MOTHER FUCKING CELL PHONE NOW?! Me. Duh. How else would I finish that sentence? "Did you hear? Fred got a cell phone. Sweet." But yeah. I gots me a cell phone. It's not a camera phone, but oh well. Baby steps.
I went to Sunshine Thrift store today and got A TOTALLY TRIPPINDICULAR CAPE. Yeah, that's right. A cape. I was going to sew one, but what the hell. If I can buy one pre-made for $2 instead of trying to sew one for, like, $50 then so be it. I also got a pretty sweet bathrobe and a cheerleader skirt. Nice.
I bought The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again). I'm looking forward to gaining a little much-needed insight into my hero's mind. I think maybe I love him so much because he made an entire career out of absolutely nothing. Not like Paris Hilton nothing, I mean, he did at least a little, but come on. He made paintings of things like soup cans and brillo pads and called it art. He made random trust-fund babies famous just by being seen with them. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but come on. If Andy Warhol were still alive and at the same social point as he was in the mid-sixties and he saw me on the street...I'd be a Warhol kid. I'm not trust fund baby, but I look funny enough to constitute a friendship with Andy Warhol. *dreamy sigh*
I went to Sunshine Thrift store today and got A TOTALLY TRIPPINDICULAR CAPE. Yeah, that's right. A cape. I was going to sew one, but what the hell. If I can buy one pre-made for $2 instead of trying to sew one for, like, $50 then so be it. I also got a pretty sweet bathrobe and a cheerleader skirt. Nice.
I bought The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again). I'm looking forward to gaining a little much-needed insight into my hero's mind. I think maybe I love him so much because he made an entire career out of absolutely nothing. Not like Paris Hilton nothing, I mean, he did at least a little, but come on. He made paintings of things like soup cans and brillo pads and called it art. He made random trust-fund babies famous just by being seen with them. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but come on. If Andy Warhol were still alive and at the same social point as he was in the mid-sixties and he saw me on the street...I'd be a Warhol kid. I'm not trust fund baby, but I look funny enough to constitute a friendship with Andy Warhol. *dreamy sigh*