New Shoes

They're all kinds of awesome and comfy.

These...

Logo Handbags
Have become a clear indicator of people who lack taste, but want people to think they have it.

Trouble in Mind

Can someone tell me why there are no good, cheap vintage stores in this fucking city?

Fat Cars

BJ got a rare photo of me at school. Looking disgruntled as ever, and blurry for some reason. This is the only one he got where I wasn't eating.

Out On The Wasteland

I've finished the Chemical Division at school as of Saturday. Tomorrow I start cutting. Maybe I should be at least halfway nervous, but I'm not. Confidence in such a technical field is rare, especially for me. We'll see how long it lasts. I spent my Sunday night at a local artsy fartsy bar playing Buzztime Trivia for free drinks, while Will wooed his Eastern European beauty and pseudo intellectuals in non-prescription black rimmed glasses banged away at bullshit manifestos on mac books. Who knew my seemingly useless knowledge could make me so many temporary friends. After purchasing a supremely badass rolling toolbox for all my styling tools, Will and I popped into the local vintage shop looking for stickers. While there he found an absolutely amazing leather hat that looked exactly like Silvester Stallone's in Rocky.

Sadly he couldn't justify 35 bucks for a hat. He's stronger than me. I picked up a vintage cream colored, faux fur coat for 10 dollars. It should up break up the monotony of my usual all black ensemble. And I passed up a pair of teal cowboy boots, not for $70 when I probably wouldn't wear them often. I'm getting a tad better with the self control thing. However I still dream of YSL Tribute pumps, but I'll settle for some badass motorcycle boots. Hint hint dear sweet husband.

Oh yeah and I mowed the yard today and cussed like a sailor the whole fucking time. I cut hair, not grass damn it.

VroomVroom

I dreamed of muscle cars and motorcycles all day today. While rolling a perm, while sweeping the bathroom, while salting my okra pickle. Black jeans, leather and hot engines raced through my mind. 1% patches and a Hayne's Manual. Finish School, Pay off Debt, Fulfill horsepowered fantasies.

Decision Time

"You can belong to the herd where there is safety in lockstep—or you can be an independent. Wild and free and always in danger—which one are you?"

-Bob Richardson

Ah fuck

I was sent home from school before even clocking in this morning. Apparently my pants were inappropriate. That, in conjunction with me missing school for court at the beginning of the month puts me on attendance probation for next month. Awesome. I did managed to take advantage of the day off to laze about, enjoy a Steven Segal movie and develop a delicious honey mustard glaze.

I watched a bit of Rock of Love Bus last night. I think tv's gotten to the point of no return.

What we do is secret...

2009 has been on the verge of uneventful. I'm less than two weeks away from the end of the Chemical Division and the start of Hair Cutting. From there its two more months til I'm on the floor working on real people. Slightly scary but a comforting departure from the manikin head.


New Year's Resolutions
Stop being an antisocial asshole and make some new friends.
Take more pictures with my new badass camera.
Bring back those abs of steel.


There's bound to be more...