It’s true. This is probably the last time I’ll ever go-go because I’m over it. It’s just not as fun as it was when I was 18 and a coke head who had no life outside of school and nightlife.

Anyways Trash changed homes, Joanna will do burlesque, I’ll dance for ten minutes and than get drunk and makeout with three people and have to ask my boyfriend about it in the morning. Here’s the flyer:

If you want to be on my [10 person] comp list[and aren’t normally comp by Daddy B James] get at me before Friday.

And for you kids who don’t like to leave Brooklyn - Joanna Angel is hosting at Savalas on saturday with Michael T dj-ing last I checked.

You’ve reached a new level of class when you get topless at a wedding for a party photographer.

Today I contributed to making a girl cry during a class critique. It’s not my fault that she took muddy b&w snap shots of homeless people and called it photojournalism. Also aren’t critiques for learning you suck? I hate FIT. Except for the sculpture that looks mysteriously like ball sacs in the D building nobody has balls here and people are lazy as fuck. I than made the official decision to stop going to painting because I don’t feel like doing still lives and getting trouble for painting things neon green. I feel sort of hypocritical leaving a class because of a lack of creative freedom and critiquing someone till they teared up. I don’t know.

I spent $100 in paint[spray and latex] at Home Depo. Love that place because they id you but don’t realize that the actual law is 21+[and yes I’ve run into problems buying paint before]. Currently turning the tv bright yellow.

Also learning how to use an electric screwdriver! WOOOOOO

I’m feeling cynical.