"but he's a great artist" (??)

i'm more than a little confused emotionally/morally/ethically/whateverly about roman polanski's recent re-capture. i feel like i've been rooting for the bad guy, but why? i cannot really justify why, if he were anyone else i would think it a great feat even after 30 plus years of pursuit, but not mr. polanski. the only reason i believe is this: fame. he pled guilty to having unlawful sex with a minor (not to drugging her though) and yet all i can think is "he was framed." but was he? i doubt it? i don't know. i can come up with a million excuses for him- but only because he is notable and i respect the work i've seen of his. i guess while i was initially appalled by the statements "let it go it's been 30 years- he's such a great artist," because the reason had in no way any affect on the facts- he being a great artist is irrelevant to him being a rapist. but all i can say is are my reasons any different? i don't think so- am yes i am appalled.

uhhhh

had to be done

i look like men.

MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Old pictures - Descendents

chris "kate bosworth" dimon.

MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Family tree design - Family history

so what i really meant was.

i was like sorta ttly kidding before when i said i worked in a sweatshop, but now i'm kinda serious! ugh, 12 hours shifts are the average, and they always seem to be of the graveyard variety. i can't wait for payday this week because at least i'll have some proof of all my hard work. this is beth. this is not me. she is smiling and i almost cried today when i couldn't get these two fabrics to match up before i surged them to another piece of fabric. this is beth because what she's doing is like a lemonade stand in comparison to my juice store. this is beth the megabitch (lol)





i met the president of urban outfitters today, his name is ted (short for tedford i just now found out!!!!!!). i only just remembered now that i've heard he's a raging christian conservative republican. someone asked me if he seemed gay and now i can sort of see the point behind such a question. can you guess which one is ol' teddy boy?

LOLZ

urban outfitters is like so ttly kewl!

so the other day i was in the fitting room folding clothes and shit, when these three snobby, fake tanned, college-aged bitches come in to try things on. one girl sits down and the other two are showing her their choices. the girl sitting down says:
"i really need to go on a diet!"

and one of the girls asks her what she's trying.

"no carbs, no fat, no sugar."

the girl says "that's going to be like waaaay hard."

"well how did you get to your size?? you're super skinny!"

"i didn't eat. and i literally went to the gym for 5 hours ever day. it was hard to begin with but like i knew i wouldn't get a disorder or anything so like i just didn't eat for 3 months. and the weight just hasn't come back. like usually if i eat i'll gain it back, but i've been the same size for a while so i don't think it's coming back."

"wow yeah i think maybe i'll try that cause i feel so fat lately!"


I'M SEW GEL-UHZ!!!

i work in a sweat shop

i've been working non-stop since sunday. i've been sewing for 12th street costumes and the hours are fucking long. i don't really mind cause i'm getting paid well enough. i feel bad for these fools cause they're not, and we're essentially doing the same shit.

dragg'n wit mustachez

i have SO much fun at shows where the band dresses up. like i don't wanna say like those bands are better... but like c'mon they're like way more fun usually.

he's not the dad!!

good thing too cause that baby momma was a fucking dog. i don't know how she became the village bicycle!

yesterday

had it's high moments, as in i got a job and the no bunny show was really awesome, but then it had it's reaaaaally low moments as in i got mugged. i wasn't hurt or anything, so i guess it was more of a swindling but i chase after them and had my hands in the car window and stuff. so RIP blackberry, you kind of sucked anyway so like it's too bad you're gone, but i will miss the numbers and pictures and ancient texts you held. so really RIP sim card. haha.

nostalgia

makes me feel lots of funny things at once. sometimes it's nice, and sometimes it's not so nice.

the best thing that could've happened at the DMV

so this little kid was running around (as little kids do) and he fell. for a second i was bracing myself for the high pitched incessant wailing of little fucking toddlers, but instead he lifted his head looked hurt for a second and decidedly continued to lay on the floor. just chilling. ttly hilair!!!

bingo pajama

i keep re-reading the same books over and over, but fortunately this time i strayed off the beaten path and re-read a book of substance. hopefully i'll be on my way to reading new things. maybe i'm just depressed that i no longer work at a book store (or work for that matter).

umm fuck this heat and these bugs

it's been incredibly hot and not fun to be outside. it's fucking march for christ's sake! what the fuck. i don't need it to be 90 fucking degrees in march, i'm not ready for that shit. also i just killed about a hundred thousand of those goddamn mosquito eaters. i seriously dgaf that they eat mosquitoes. i don't want you in my house. there were like 5 in my room when i decided to go to bed tonight, and one flew by my ear and i almost lost my shit. there's no peace from them!

nght tme is the only tme to hng?

so today for some reason, my mom decided my omi (german informally for grandma) had an undying desire to get a manicure. she kept saying "her cuticles are bothering her." except that my omi has alzheimer's and i reeeeally don't think she cared about it. so i had to go out with them this morning. first stop: the old spaghetti factory. the waitress was like this pretty young, weirdly chipper kind of girl who was pleasant enough, but i don't think i'd like to be around her if we were friends or something. anyway she was taking our order, when my mom starts to mumble "fish, those fish, i forgot about those." and i ask her "what?" and she mumbles "fish" some more. i am pretty sure the waitress thought she was crazy or something because after that she like pretty much only addressed me when dealing with our table. turns out my mom was talking about the goldfish she had eaten in the car and that she ordered more than she thought she could eat (which she incidentally did not.) so later on we call around to find a nail salon that doesn't charge too much for manicures. when we are about to pull into the shopping area, the lady calls my phone back (should've tipped me off right there) and says something like she forgot to pick up her kid from somewhere and can we come in twenty minutes. so we wait, when we walk up to the place it's very empty and the lady is just returning. she lets us in, already jabbering away; i can tell it's going to be awkward. my omi starts making a scene about paying for it before we've even gotten through the door. when we sit down in this empty crumbling excuse for a salon, the lady begins to lay all her shit out for us. her husband lost his job, then left her. she has five kids to support, she can't pay rent, no one is coming into the salon. blah blah blah. i'm not saying i didn't feel for this lady, i mean i'm pretty much in the same boat, but i wasn't about to tell her that. to top it off she keeps repeating the worst things when the silences are too uncomfortable for her to handle. i seriously spent like an hour and a half wishing that someone else would come in to save us. but no such luck. she hugged my omi goodbye and when we got in the car, my omi said to us "my cuticles are still too long."

ira glass, i miss you

for at least a year and a half i consistently listen to this american life. maybe one time i heard an episode on the radio partially, but for the most part i listened to the podcast. that stopped about a year ago and i forgot how much i really liked that show. i mean the stories about iraq or the war in general, i could for the most part do without, but everything else i thoroughly enj0yed. i'm gonna try to start listening to it again, but the only thing stopping me now is time. who has an hour to spend listening to the radio? i sure as hell don't, so i think i'm gonna be falling asleep to the sound of ira glass' voice for a while.

i just wanna bite your face

"i wanna tear your skin off, make pajamas out of them and wear them to bed."

siq brah

vivian girls

and


woods

R sewwww good!

favs f3r sure!

cougars and compliments

at work today, i was in zone one which is basically the anti-theft zone, and this kid who had previously looked at me weirdly upst4irs set off the beepers. i hate confrontation. i mean a lot. so i meekly say "excuse me!" and he doesn't respond at all, he just keeps walking. i say "excuse me!" again as i'm walking towards him out the door. still no response. i know he heard me though. i get to the thresh0ld and can go no farther, he has passed the barrier of no return. one of the managers come up to ch3ck out the sitch and sees that he has left, shrugs her shoulders and says oh well. so all in all, if you want to steal from urban outfitters and are too lazy or stupid to take the tags off the clothes in the store, just walk out and don't look back- you'll be fine.

(p.s. shoelace belts and repetitive compliments are always worth staying up til 6 in the morning, even if you do have to take a shower.)

getting around (town)

i drove on priest at 40 without a helmet. it was too scary so i have decided to hence forth protect my head always. i stole 2 different kinds of cheese today(12). monterey jack and cream. i ate toast with cream cheese and jelly, and the jelly fell off and onto my hand. i still think that dog parks are more for people and not for dogs, and i realized i have some retarded quirks that need to be ironed out. vice lost a huge DO because we suck at taking sneaky photos, and i'm more disturbed by gore than i am by rape (y3ah, i kn0w wh4t??). this day felt like two days in one, but i'm not complaining because i had fun for most of it. (p.s. riazzi's better fucking hire me.)


("sooo, i'm gonna swim away from you. i've been training for this moment my whole life. but after this, i'll probably never swim again. thanks.")

good month for shows

i steal food and used clothing. i don't want to pay 4 dollars for 6 oz of cream cheese, and i don't want to pay 10 for a used dress. i'd rather spend it on meth.

fuq mang

y r

kitties

sew

cute??

if you're on the phone and your room has a window in it, you should probably try to keep your voice down or else i'm gonna listen...

finished like 4 seasons of this shit..


and i think i'm pretty sure i want to be a l3sbi4n. all they do is have fun and make $$ and be kooL. boyfrens are the pits.

i just noticed that someone drew on my pillowcase. in pen.

i'm moving to LA in like 2 months ish (to become a lesbian).

90s tV

my brother and i us3d to always say my dad looked like this cartoon character before he grew a beard. f0r the long3st time we didn't know what show it was from. but now i know it's chip n dale rescue rangers! the f4t one!!!



also this is funny i think...

staying up way too late watching hours and hours of television online.

i especially like t3l3visi0n because it will never be 3 h0urs (0r d4ys) of something i absolutely dislike. it's like taste testing, because if i don't enjoy it, then i'll never have to watch it again. the flipsid3 to that though is that if i do like it, i will watch whole seasons at a time. i finished a book this morning, watched a bad movie on thursday, and presently have hardly any hours at work so i began to watch 2 different t3l3visi0n shows... both are pretty okay, but the lack of cable tv at my house is thoroughly depressing me again. th4nk g4wd for internetz!