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|Thursday, September 7th, 2006|
|a true love affair
Anna and I went out to Dinosaur BBQ (http://www.dinosaurbarbque.com/nycIndex.php
) last night after talking about it and talking about it forever, and it was so good! I'm only disapointed we've been sitting on our lilly-white asses all this time with that gem sitting down the road waiting for us (it's at 127th + 12th ave near Fairway). We had: fried green tomatoes, deviled eggs, wings, bbq ribs, collards, mac/cheese, corn bread, boiled shrimp, and key lime pie. All of these are fairly par for the course for a southern restaurant in NY, but the good thing was was that all of the items (except maybe the collards which were 'vegetarian friendly' and had no hocks or necks to add flavor. pshaw) tasted wonderful. You should go. We should go.
The only annoying part was this young (late 20s, early 30s) straight, white couple sitting next to us. They both seemed fairly professional (in that way that they looked boring and didn't have anything interesting to say) and I could tell that their night out at Dinosaur BBQ was their Official Let's Pretend to be Casual Night!--like it seemed very forced. They kept talking about the southern food in this really annoying way that most yankees do, where they would read something off the menu in a bad southern drawl and then laugh at themselves and at the hilarity of actually the food they were about to eat. The worst part was when dude gets his plate of food and picks up his fried green tomato and says "What is this, a potato latke?"
What the fuck... Current Mood: that annoyed me
|Monday, September 4th, 2006|
|I've Been Found
I think I made up for not having a telephone for however-long-that-was by talking on the motherfucker for what I swear feels like 24 hours straight. On that end, I would like to paint the pretty picture for you of me doing laundry and still managing to keep conversations going (alternately) with Angelina and my mom--basically it was all about me bounding around with a huge bag of clothes and still managing to hold the phone to my ear; it was also all about people in the laundromat being all in my mouth (southern speak for they were eavesdropping) and me trying to be extra witty and give them something to take home with their panties and their hoes.
I am also excited to report that I have a phone date scheduled with my beloved bff Blue in less than an hour! Aside from the fact that I always think about her (ever since I met her that day in French I and she passed me that note about the bearded ladies in her dream) and wish that she was with me forever and ever, I got really anxious last night when I realized that we're on this path where it looks like we only see each other around Christmas when we're both in Winston, already feeling overwhelmed and bloated from the filial festivities. I feel the sudden urge to fill up this space with stories about blue, but I think I'll hold all that excitement and energy in and pour it out over the phone--I'll be sure to report back. Anyone want to fly with me to Los Angeles to pay a visit?
Okay, so my apologies for drawing myself in a bit and not socializing so much in this early part of the week--I'm trying to readjust to a life where Im in school and working full time job while still trying to generally open up more and more. So, I feel the need to clear things (and people) out of my life and dry up some as well (meaning I have to transition away from drinking beer and eating bad food everyday cos-it's-summer). I promise to at least be at karaoke Thursday and then we should play it by ear from there. I think in honor of last fall (and wasn't it an *interesting one) we should have a hootenanny on my roof sometime real soon--what do you think?
There's plenty more to say--I never update anymore. Mostly I'm feeling a lot of things fairly clearly for once (and still feeling muddled about others....) and one of those things is my relationship with my family which I'm realizing, as much as I adore most of them, will never be truly healthy, fair, or respectful in any sustainable sort of way. Current Mood: happy
|Saturday, September 2nd, 2006|
My phone is back on! Sorry to anyone who's had a hard time tracking me down this week--
|Friday, August 11th, 2006|
|conquer it all
My good friend Kate is house-sitting for some rich lady who has an apartment on Lafayette St (right across from the Public Theater). I volunteered to water the plants on the lanai once I realized that the hose had a strong enough spray to reach the annoying motherfuckers below. (accidentally) Spraying water on rich people is so much fun!
In other news, the Mormons threw in the towel. Do I come down too hard? Current Mood: sore
|Thursday, August 10th, 2006|
|how do you make an orphan's hands bleed?
From Lady Bunny...
"Dear Wigstock fans.
We are sad to tell you Wigstock is taking a break this year. Thank you
for you're interest and don't forget to check back 2007.
Lots of love"
Fuck me! Current Mood: disappointed
|Wednesday, August 9th, 2006|
an email from my aunt Debbie...(yes, she exists.)
"when are you going to come back to us.....? Whether you are living in the north being a yankee or staying down here, remember to know the lord and keep going to church."
Keep going...? Current Mood: calm
|Friday, August 4th, 2006|
|be my winding wheel
There are about 10 mirrorballs (smallish + large) in the trash outside my office building. If any of you want me to hold on to one I will drag it in here on the condition that you come and pick it up in the next 4-5 days.
Let me know ASAP.
Love! Current Mood: good
|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
|Saturday, July 22nd, 2006|
|white chain rope
Oh no! I don't feel very good at all. The Mormons are going to catch hell for this.
In other news, I'm coming out of my hole this weekend. I promise.
oh, ps, I put like $10 worth of songs into a jukebox last night. That bar had never been so beautiful before that. Current Mood: uh oh!
|Friday, July 14th, 2006|
|Saturday, June 24th, 2006|
The Mormons (there are some new ones this week who are so cute!) are out in the garden pulling weeds in the rain; I'm in my office drinking a Coke Zero and watching Kath + Kim, as it should be.
I hope this rain doesn't ruin the Mermaid Parade; I've got Debbie in my bag and she's just itchin to go... Current Mood: accomplished
|Thursday, June 15th, 2006|
|the look of love
I am so butch, y'all--you should have seen (I almost wrote scene) the heavy lifting I did, and with what ease!
I got a snazzy new pair of blue jeans yesterday. I sometimes wish shorts didn't look so stupid, it's going to be a hot summer in these here stovepipes! Maybe I'll go with a new pair of short-shorts.
Last night I watched the 700 Club and then was compelled to go out to the Cock. Pat Robertson said that gay educators "molest the minds of innocent children." I wish he'd said that "faggot teachers are running a train through yer child as we speak."
Sammy and I cuddled as we slept, I don't mind the motherfucker when he's keeping me warm.
Kris is my new alarm clock!
(LJ says 'faggot' isn't a word. pshaw.) Current Mood: chipper
|Saturday, June 10th, 2006|
I'd like to dedicate today to Lisa Vogel and Janice Raymond. How many days of the year does the Lesbian Herstory Archive's t-shirt/book sale and yer friend Tom's hysterectomy party happen at the same time? I am so fucking excited.
Last night Anna and I went to see Cat Power and The Memphis Rhythm Band play at Town Hall. The show was actually really great. I loved the band, and Cat Power managed to finish the set with relatively few freak outs (I actually would have been pleased as punch if she managed to vomit on herself or go into an epileptic fit, but whatever...).
I was incredibly embarrassed during her first encore. Cat Power walked off stage and let her musicians play short solos and then exit. When it came time for the two back up singers to do their shit, the first one went (a white woman) without much fanfare, then the large Black woman started to sing and some dude shouted out "sing it Momma!" (clearly he meant "Mammy") and then the crowd generally went crazy. Now she was a good singer (as was the other woman), and maybe even a little better than the other one, but I really feel like their response to and treatment of her turned a nice concert into a kind of minstrel show. Too bad she didn't bring her tap shoes. Black people are so entertaining!
I've got to get back to work. I'll be needing to update later re: cleaning up my social/love life (binge and purge!) and my crazy fucking family.
Love to you all. I'm going to leave you with a quote from our friend Janice:
"All men and male-defined realities are not blatantly macho or masculinist. Many indeed are gentle, nurturing, feeling, and sensitive, which, of course, have been the more positive qualities that are associated with stereotypical femininity....The androgynous man and the transsexually constructed lesbian-feminist deceive women in much the same way, for they lure women into believing that they are truly one of us..." Current Mood: cheerful
|Saturday, June 3rd, 2006|
|learn to cry
I found a live chicken hanging out on the rocks in my park this morning! How in the hell does a Chicken make it to the shores of the East River? I didn't know what to do. Some park-goer was having a conniption fit over the chicken and actually called 911! And she was surprised that they didn't give a shit! Dramatic! She didn't seem to appreciate my comment that now that I eat chicken, it would be sort of stupid for me to care too much about its safety. So, it's still there if any of y'all wanna see it. Some dude took some photos of it and promised to email me, so if that happens I'll post them here.
Louisa called yesterday at 7.30 and said she, my mom, and Steve (step-father) had found super cheap tickets to NYC, so they arrive today at like 4pm and fly out Monday at 7pm. I'm really excited to see them (especially the little brat), but with such short notice I feel like I'm not ready (like my room is still littered with: wigs, bloody kitchen utensils, condoms, dresses, my new knife, and crumpled-up Bible pages strewn about).
I am feeling really anxious all of a sudden. There are a few specific reasons I think this might be so, but outside of that this fucking weather is not helping. It's no fun always anticipating a huge storm.. After leaving CLAGS at 10:30 last night, I stood in the rain listening to Leonard Cohen and feeling really overwhelmed and immobile. I don't know what the fuck is going on (and at the same time I might), but I'm not shaking it. Let's just say my plate is getting too full and I'm worried about my little black heart exploding as a result.
I'm sad I have to miss Kate and Leigh's party tonight. I'll make it up some other time.
Kate where are yer pictures from my Cotillion? Current Mood: worried
|Thursday, June 1st, 2006|
I. feel. so. good.
|Friday, May 19th, 2006|
I did laundry today and found a whole wardrobe of clothes that aren't mine in my dirty clothes bag. I'm not sure if this a testament to my sluttyness, but if it is I need to find some new motherfuckers to sleep with; because these rags are u-g-l-y. Current Mood: blame it on free napster!
|Thursday, May 11th, 2006|
So, the Brooklyn Bridge Park Conservancy is having a huge benefit party in the park on the evening on Thursday, June 1st. They're calling it Sunset Bouzouki (I always thought a bouzouki was an instrument and not a party, but maybe it's both?) and it's Greek-themed. Tickets are super expensive, and knowing my organization the shit will be swank-y with lots of good food, stupid politicians, and unlimited alcohol access.
Now on to the begging: I need some of y'all to volunteer. You'd be helping prep the event, and then doing things early in the evening (like working the door, taking tickets, whatever else I tell you to do). If you work, you'll have access later in the evening to all of the good food and festivities.
So, come on y'all, help me out--don't make me get too bossy. Current Mood: ritalined
|Monday, May 8th, 2006|
|Jesus Washed My Sins Away
Oh Joy! After years of mild uncertainty, I can now drink my diet sodies in peace. The EU’s food safety authority just released a report on Friday saying that aspartame does not, in fact, raise the risk of cancer. Taxologist Iona Pratt said “There is no reason…to undertake any further extensive review of asparatame.” The current suggested safe daily intake of the substitute is 40 milligrams; on the issue Pratt went on to say, “if you pick up little packets of it, you would have to take 80 of those packets into yer coffee in one day in order to exceed this level.”
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to sprawl out on the bathroom floor and start (finally) mainlining Diet Dr. Pepper. Current Mood: awake
|Sunday, May 7th, 2006|
One day when I'm a lot older, I'm going to think it's funny that I used to fall asleep on subways and miss my stop. My friend Candice hosted a one-man-band festival (in honor of Hazel Atkins) and I worked the door. Tonight I got to be the surly barmaid I always dreamed of being: keeping money in my brassiere and cussing at the patrons. I had a great time. I will say, however, that I don't understand what straight girls are thinking when they flirt with me.
I talked to my dad for the first time in like three weeks tonight. I've been sort of purposely avoiding his calls since he pulled some shady shit on me a couple weeks ago and I am still feeling sort of betrayed. He and Kathy signed their separation papers this weekend and he's moved to Raleigh(like two hours from my hometown). I'm a little upset because he seems to think its okay to ask me not to have a relationship with someone he asked me to accept as my family. Meanwhile, he is serious emotionally unstable and whenever I talk to him he talks serious shit about my mom and sister Lauren and when I talk to Mom she talks shit about him and Lauren--I really feel like whatever semblance of a primary family I imagined having doesn't and won't exist anymore. I feel really sad about my dad living all by himself in Raleigh and also about not knowing about what there is to go home to anymore. I don't mean to be sound melodramatic---I'm just sad is all.
I did talk to Louisa this morning; I really miss my baby. I'm trying to convince my mom to send her up here for a weekend for "Camp Tachoo" (she called me Tachoo before she could say Taylor)--She seems reluctant but I am going to keep on her. I don't think New York would be the same after Louisa and I took it on together.
I have fucking ulcers in my stomach. Current Mood: sad