• I spent the morning of the 24 puking for about eight hours straight due to food poisoning. Family came over for dinner and I almost passed out during desert. Awesome!
• My mother gave me a coffee maker. I do not drink coffee[avid tea drinker] but she brought it so that when she comes to my apartment she can drink coffee. Apparently the thing of instant coffee I keep around isn’t good enough. It’s kind of hilarious in  a way I suppose..
• On the other hand I got some ill gifts - a shit ton of nozzles for spray painting from my brother and a le tigre dress I had my eye on and told my mother. The way that thing hugs my body without being revealing - dammmmn girl.
• And my gifts were well loved - I brought my mom an assortment of nice lotions that she would probably kill me if she knew how much I spent on them. Only the best of the best for Mommy though!
• Also Pee Wee Herman - no wonder I’m so fucking gay. GAY GAY GAY. I’m sorry. I’m just loving the word Gay lately. You know what todays secret word of the day is? GAY. You know what you do when I say GAY. SCREAM. GAY AHHHHHH.
• I want to smuggle my parents cat Tippy home because he is so overweight and awesome but every time they catch me bagging him they yell at me. But seriously he’s just like a giant cuddle monster pillow.

I mean really
HOW COULD THAT NOT MAKE YOU HAPPY
Just cont on with it via YouTube - the WHOLE christmas special is there!
Yay!

Picture by Patrick Rood.

I saw my new therapist for the first time today.

I got in argument regarding femnism and the generalization of abuse in sex workers lives with my therapist. He told me I’m probably a waste of his time. I agree. I only went to please my mother anyways. Fucking hate people who try to psycho-analyze me. And fuck when people try to label me strong. Yea I lost three loved ones this year - and it wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with. Yea I went to rehab[still clean - thanks4akin]. But you know what I keep on living and doing what I’m doing. I have goals and I do my best to overcome the obstacles that come my way like any other person. I’m not strong, I’m just dealing with life as it comes my way like any other person. I called my mother afterwards and she said I don’t have to go to therapy.

I might just go next week to see what this douche bag can psycho-analyze out of me. I was a loner as a child and preferred to read instead of play during recess - hmmmm wonder what THAT means.

Afterwards I went to the book store and brought waaaaaaay too many book. I got Don Quixote[nostalgia? I made costumes for my HSs production of it], Striptease: The Untold History of the Girlie Show, Lobotomy: A Memoir, Beasts[an illustrated guide to mythical animals done by contemporary artists] and two books on psychology. I also picked up the new issues of PREEN and ReadyMade.

My bed i just like I like - 1/2 it for me to sleep and cuddle with Fungi. the other 1/2 litter with books, nail polish, journals, writing instruments and a thong here and there.

No need for a boyfriend or god forbid - husband.

Things you should all check out:

• Cicatrix - the personal web site of a women who models and performs showcasing her beauty despite her burn scars which the social norm might find unattractive. Truly inspiring.
• Merlin Bronques lost his camera. My guess is follow a train of disregarded clothes and the sounds of giggling girl and you’ll probably find it.
• All the BET and MTV I watched a kid clearly fucked me up.
• Gossip Girl - BEST GUILTY PLEASURE EVER! The martini count on Jezebel is the cherry on top.
• I am boderline broke lately - please hire me to do your dirty work.

I’m going to have a glass of wine and go to bed.