A Remote For My B Day.
So I got a print cartridge today finally after a long period of being a printer bum. Sorry Mom and Dad. I also picked up a pack of tshirt transfers that can go through my printer. I'm... STOKED! I made my very first Sid tshirt. It only took up half a sheet, so I asked Ryan if he wanted to put something on the other half. He was like, "yeah, put 'Never Forget' on it."
"Huh? What, like 9/11?"
"No, like just don't forget. Cause I forget stuff a lot. Like having a string around your finger."
And he closed with his patented cheshire cat grin. (I think it's absolutely hilarious. In the same way that his "taz" rants are hilarious, and the rants about how tshirts look like dresses these days. You're laughing because you agree, but also because of the vitriol.)
On a side note, Ann Fuller makes me want to puke. Just thought I'd put that out there. I have to go past the office at least twice a day. That whole experience, holy shit. Hey Anne, how did we do that for a year?? You did it for longer. I was thinking the other day about how she used to talk to me and simultaneously be digging the eye crust out of her eyes. Man, that shit made me want to puke. I think basically I would have to put her in the category of gross. Above sad, above evil, above horrible, she's gross.
I have two more photo shoots lined up this week. One is of a dog who belongs to a woman who runs the dog training program at the Grafton prison. They partner inmates with guide dogs in training... I think it's a super duper cool program. The other shoot is a portrait session for a coworker who used to make me phenomenally uncomfortable. For some reason I get really anxious around women who are very feminine. I don't know why. It makes me MAJORLY on edge. The french manicured nails. The perfect and flappy hair. The shoes. The purses. The ability to make casseroles. I dunno, I guess in a way it makes me feel inadequate. This photo shoot fills me with trepidation. It will be a good exercise for me. I swear to god I used to be a hobo in a former life. Jeans and a tshirt that hasn't been cut, painted on, or worn until threadbare is dressy to me.
You know how pointy shoes with 3" heels are in fashion now? The ones that are so pointy they look like they could be leathal weapons? Those shoes make me want to kill people. Just thought I'd put that out there.
I haven't worked at a "real" job since September 30th. It is now December 6th. I had to check my computer's calendar to know what day it was. It's CRAZY how my self-worth is tied to having a job to go to every day. Fighting it.
I want to put a skull and crossbones tattoo on my left shoulder but I'm too chicken.
Even though they don't take direction, it's easier to photograph dogs than it is humans. Humans always think they're ugly. Dogs can't care about it. Okay. That's about it. Hum ditty hee hee.
"Huh? What, like 9/11?"
"No, like just don't forget. Cause I forget stuff a lot. Like having a string around your finger."
And he closed with his patented cheshire cat grin. (I think it's absolutely hilarious. In the same way that his "taz" rants are hilarious, and the rants about how tshirts look like dresses these days. You're laughing because you agree, but also because of the vitriol.)
On a side note, Ann Fuller makes me want to puke. Just thought I'd put that out there. I have to go past the office at least twice a day. That whole experience, holy shit. Hey Anne, how did we do that for a year?? You did it for longer. I was thinking the other day about how she used to talk to me and simultaneously be digging the eye crust out of her eyes. Man, that shit made me want to puke. I think basically I would have to put her in the category of gross. Above sad, above evil, above horrible, she's gross.
I have two more photo shoots lined up this week. One is of a dog who belongs to a woman who runs the dog training program at the Grafton prison. They partner inmates with guide dogs in training... I think it's a super duper cool program. The other shoot is a portrait session for a coworker who used to make me phenomenally uncomfortable. For some reason I get really anxious around women who are very feminine. I don't know why. It makes me MAJORLY on edge. The french manicured nails. The perfect and flappy hair. The shoes. The purses. The ability to make casseroles. I dunno, I guess in a way it makes me feel inadequate. This photo shoot fills me with trepidation. It will be a good exercise for me. I swear to god I used to be a hobo in a former life. Jeans and a tshirt that hasn't been cut, painted on, or worn until threadbare is dressy to me.
You know how pointy shoes with 3" heels are in fashion now? The ones that are so pointy they look like they could be leathal weapons? Those shoes make me want to kill people. Just thought I'd put that out there.
I haven't worked at a "real" job since September 30th. It is now December 6th. I had to check my computer's calendar to know what day it was. It's CRAZY how my self-worth is tied to having a job to go to every day. Fighting it.
I want to put a skull and crossbones tattoo on my left shoulder but I'm too chicken.
Even though they don't take direction, it's easier to photograph dogs than it is humans. Humans always think they're ugly. Dogs can't care about it. Okay. That's about it. Hum ditty hee hee.
1 Comments:
At 1:23 PM,
bava said…
That's the most ramblicious post I've ever seen you make. Tasty!
On a side note, I ordered your Christmas today. Muahaha!
/evil
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