Glasses part one

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Holidays...

I am grateful towards everyone that thinks I'm special enough to receive a gift but I got some crazy stuff this year and I don't think people know me at all.

"I sent you a package and I hope it doesn't offend you" If you have to ask me permission it probably is offensive. I didn't expect a magnetic Jesus on the cross dress up kit. This is too tacky for goodwill. I will bury it some where. Just looking at it I feel one step closer to hell.

Next one of my work mates tries to save face by giving me a dud book from her collection. I like fashion, I love wigs and I adore cats I guess I should be estatic with my cats in wigs picture book. WRONG! The cats look miserable. Hate is seething from every cat pore. Why are you putting this mess on my head and taking photos.

I got a holiday text from an assistant I fired. Miss U You don't miss me you miss the money. Get out of here!!!

Good stuff happened. My friend from SF came to visit. She has never picked a bad book for me and set me up with something new and exciting.

A box of edibles showed up on Xmas eve. What a thoughtful gift. Cookies, chocolate, fruit good stuff.

I didn't fly to see my family but the box I sent with home movies burned to dvd arrived on my brother's birthday. This was the thirteenth Christmas without him and always sad.

Thanks everyone for the gifts but if you really want me to keep your gift it forever, try to get to know me first.

Art

I never drew flowers or pretty things. Chester Gould was my art hero and my plan was make all humans ugly and memorable. Use the blackest ink draw the lines heavy and make them fight.

I read alot of Norse tales and they were violent and a little cruel. That appealed to me. I liked reading about loki's offspring being so evil they were vapor and they had to pick a form to appear before Odin. One appeared as a wolf his greed was destruction. The next was a serpent he dug slow death. The last one had a thirst for "withering" this was the creepiest one of all and took the form of a woman. Half human half corspe.

How can you not be inspired to draw dark imagery.

I will never read about emo vampires or schools for witches I'd rather read the Bell Jar or High Cotton. I like the short story in High Cotton about the drifter that is roped into a pit fightwith a human. Heads on sticks drying in the sun like beef jerky

I don't feel connected to todays art. Computer generated punk posters, grown men painting little fuzzy critters playing with naked girls art shows dedicated to saturday morning tv shows and over priced plastic figures that look like they came from a junk store.

What did they read growing up cereal boxes?

Not my Job

I am afraid to answer my phone. Getting calls from random people asking about work. Makes me feel uncomfortable. I get nervous, I know they don't like me. They just want my money.

No way says No Policy

Punk Fest 2oo9. MTL HC

All the bands must be from the early 80's and have at least 2 original members. I can count them on 2 hands we had a good underground scene. This could be interesting my highschool reunion fizzled and I was feeling nostalgic for the past.

Been asked several times to play and I say no you can't afford me. This year I decided a family visit and hardcore reunion would be a fun way to travel.

The promoter booked a tiny club, strike one.

The promoter doesn't answer my emails, strike two

Each band is promised a 1984 style payment... strike three

After bitching my day rate is more than each bands guarantee, I got more silence. I am not taking a week away from work, paying air fare to make a few rolls of pennies.

I thought it would be nice to see the gang but the gang is mad at me. I shouldn't have whined about the money. "Team Anarchy" hates me.

I finally tracked down the elusive singer he lives above the tree line. If he does it I'll do it.

"No, I can't take time away from work". That was that, problem solved.

Being stalked by "Experts"

I have been one royal bitch. I have figured out why I have been so crabby because people are in my face like flies. I must be one big turd because they want to take a piece of me.

1. “Let’s Start A Business Together – We’re A Team!” What? You want to start a business with me? Because you’ve got ideas?? Thank you! I really, really, really need people with ideas! Especially from people who have no sewing skills or marketing experience to speak of. Why…that’s pure GOLD! Thank you sooooo much!!!! Oh, and you want an 80-20% split? I guess that’s only fair, you getting 80% and me doing ALL OF THE WORK, but hey you worked so hard for that 80% with YOUR IDEAS, why nobody else has ideas anymore. God bless you!!!!!! I’m always looking for people with no technical skills, gosh, thank you for trying to invade what is already a successful business, but God, it’s all about YOUR IDEA$$!!!! Where have you been all my life?

2. “I Can Do What You Can Do-We’re Equals, Y’Know.” Thanks for making me feel like I have no talent, I really appreciate your ignorant condescending attitude. By the way, I can also do what you can do: I can sit on my ass all day bragging about how I can produce the same amount of work as other people, and really do absolutely nothing, you great equalizer, you. I guess that’s a talent…on Skid Row. So you can do what I can do? Can you work 48 hours straight without sleep pumping out 50 outfits all by yourself? Can you make a prom dress for a bickering Filipino mother and daughter the night before the bitch’s “big night”? Can you make a wedding dress and a heavy metal rocker outfit at the same time, yeah, Miss Big Talent, let’s talk about multi-tasking, how many different outfits can you make on the same day?

Oh, and by the way, I have this great idea. Shut your fucking mouth.

The ugliest night in tinsel town

I worked on the Oscars. I had no idea how this award show riles people up like nothing I ever experienced. It was a new kind of lust, everyone wanted to be next to a star, hoping that a little of the magic will rub off on them.

Everyone was hungry from the caterers, the security guards and the wardrobe grunts. They shoved and elbowed talked a littele louder laughed a little longer. The body launguage screamed ,"Look at me I wanna be special too!"

Maybe this will be the day they get discovered and whisked away to be a star. I felt like I was living the last part of the movie "Day of the Locust". I was waiting for the big stomping scene but I realised it was them stomping on my head all night. That's when I felt betrayed.

I am a realist not a dreamer I was hired to mend other designer's gowns, sew on buttons hem pants not mingle or be a star. My team made sure I never spent time with anyone important. The stars were for them I had the stage managers, production managers if there were animals I'd probably get them as well. This party sucked and I couldn't wait to bust loose. The end of the night my "friends" separated themselves from me to look for the parties.

Good luck. I knew they were being played as well. No parties were waiting for them