Arrived.

I beat my best time last night.
1 hr and 35 minutes driving from Sd to La. And still had just enough
time to make last call!

Holla.

I am a champion driver!

Sleep.

I sleep so deeply and dream so vividly these days. I wake up
disoriented, like I cannot diffferentiate my own reality from my
surreality.

Things are not what they seem.

Hiked.

went hiking today in a mini skirt and combat boots.. which was
hilarious for like the first 5 minutes and then the rest was just
plain grueling.

flyin' Aa

yesterday was by far the worst flying experience known to man.
i missed my flight although i was on time, they just refused to
let me on the flight because i was off by one fucking minute.
literally... my flight was 355 and i checked in at 255. wtf.
after losing my shit and breaking a door. they accomodated us,
cuz they realized their fuck up, (cuz in actuality the policy is
45 minutes before flight is the latest) but made it out to LA,
super long ass flight, espesh with a baby.

And once we arrived in LA, they lost two pieces of luggage, one
being the car seat, which meant we couldnt leave LA to drive down
to SD. utterly and completely ridic.

honestly as much as i love that child, it was the hardest thing
ever flying with a kid.

never again.

makensense.

i find im most silliest and brilliant when im alone,
and in that, it's happiest ive been.
but then i find i also get real lonesome.

sometimes i think maybe ill grow out of being
sad or angry all the time.
and once i do, maybe then it'll all start to make sense.

but thats never the case and most times
i feel like there's this war going on inside me.

its that time of the year.

best secret santa gift eves..
loves em for getting it.

black ysl gloss!

happy friday xmas gifts.


weds dinners at vinegar hill.. and
will lemon was our server.. rands!

but yums! its grainy, but deal.

dude, getting good at abrevs-ing.

all i what i want for christmas is.

chanel jerky purse!

obsessive compulsive.

i obsess. i compulse.

Fucking Post Office.

I loathe thee.

All your christmas cards, guys, are getting sent back here.
Cause they're jerks and to mail vertical orientation requires
20 cents more.

Stups.

swoonage part deux.

swoon.

all about keanu.

one can never have enough keanu in their life.

the many faces of keanu.

drunk.

an article to couple with yesterdays post.

and

another to contradict and counter-argue.

" u are

always in ur own realm of darkness. "

its feelings time:
thoughts on my last week of binge drinking...

and so ive decided although ill ease up on it, i wont quit.
albeit all the surly things said and done. its just my nature
at this juncture in my life. ive got a big mouth and i run it
more often than id like, and im more often than not, im left
with this feeling of, "crap, what did i say last night."

so im just gonna run with it and not be as aware as i can be.
just deal with that sad fact that, yes! i am unhappy and i over
compensate by saying stupid shit like i dont emote, cuz that
act in itself is to emote something im saying i dont do.

confusing enough? yea. i know.. im talking in myself.

just gonna get let it happen and more/less be
unemotional/emotional about that fact.

end.

wes bradersen.

wes directs brad acts all for softbank.

RIP Bettie Page

April 22, 1923 – December 11, 2008




-From her site.
"With deep personal sadness I must announce that my dear friend and client Bettie Page passed away at 6:41pm PST this evening in a Los Angles hospital. She died peacefully but had never regained consciousness after suffering a heart attack nine days ago.
She captured the imagination of a generation of men and women with her free spirit and unabashed sensuality. She is the embodiment of beauty."

Test.

Note:
it totally worked!
i can blog from my phone now on the weekends!
sickkkkk.

Added things that made me laff today:
this way i save room.

The top ten things Bijou Phillips hates.
1. When guys think doing the dishes
is putting them in the sink and walking away.
2. When I realize God might not really be talking to me.
3. When guys get highlights.
4. That you’re a cougar in L.A. when you turn 30.
5. Being too old to play Barbie dolls.
6. People who suck at their lives.
7. Mysterious colorful drinks.
8. Ed Hardy clothing.
9. Automated customer service.
10. Doing the dishes.

JetBlue Terminal 5 at JFK.

So u didnt pass Match.com either?

Unkle K made boobie dishes.

He drowned. I swear.

Stupid FIT chicks busted for snow dealin'.
And here i thought art kids were into Tina these days. Ha

Creepy droid chick doesnt like being felt up.

Even creepier, chick robots, but like chicken chicks.

I just really like Courtney Love.

And everyone hate Ann Coulter.

and lastly,

i decided i work too much and i drink too much.
although ive decided this, doesnt mean i plan on
quitting either anytime soon.

welcome to my adulthood.

Gorg.

Hedi Slimane did a rad shoot with a buncha random kids
pulled from coffee houses and off the streets.

amaze.





you've already seen this one.



but theres more here.


hot.

copulate.

4 rolls of development =
life + hollywood babylon + the weens + rands goings on
























huge mishmash of all things said and done.

i really have perfected the whole "greasy" look.

re-iterate.

Nick Cave IS sex.

-From The Wire, July 1998, On Lydia Lunch + Nicky:
"However, 1982 was a bad time to be around the Birthday Party. Completely strung out, they were primed to self-destruct. Rowland and Lydia swiftly found themselves ostracised by the others. "Basically, they did too many drugs and I didn't," Lydia deadpans. "Nick Cave, who I completely respect as one of the finest lyricists rock music has ever known, never understood me at all -- either as a woman, as an artist or as an individual. He never got me. It's simple: you either get me, you accept me; or you do not get me, and he never got me. I don't know if the dividing line was the pleasure principle. I was really into gluttony and pleasure but not artificial stimulants; I was busy exploring adrenal over-stimulation." Like what? I interject. "I mean sex," she apologises, "excuse me, let me be more specific. Just natural endorphin highs and rushes, really getting, at that point, into exploring other altered states. It has to do with energy transfers, be it sexual or otherwise, be it just a deep conversation that transports you to another place -- it's vampirism." Is it a mutual exchange? What does she give in return? "Enough to make you sick. I gave them encourgement, energy, power, healing, light, love, what more do you want?""

Cause i'm lonesome when you're around.

and i'm never lonesome when i'm by myself.

Romancing the Cave.

Finally fell madly for Nicky.

Ive definitely entered a very different stage in my life.

Lets chat soon about this, alright?

vapid.

tired, empty, and miserable.

running low, dear.

be back soon.

update:
to quell these feelings.
ive taken to the misfits.

the look.

Benjamin Lowy's Documentary of Spring 09.





my favs from pugh to ysl to miz to margiela.

nymag is doing a huge lookbook for spring '09.
check it out!

and pretty punk boy, Ash Stymest gets a shout out.

you see him alot around Hedi's Blogs.

and totally rands:
venice is sinking. or at least underwater.
check out images.
theyre rad.

theres alot going on in the news,
but im taking a break, so to speak,
cuz im just ambiv and bored with it all.

whose bored?

i am.

im bored with everything these days.

so to quell the boredness.
im heading out to LA again for the Holidays.
Well actually im more heading to SD then to LA.
So i'll be pretty much California Dreamin'. Yay!

But before i go. ill be spending my tuesdays here...

thanks cosey for the passalong! loves u.

sills.

spirit animal.

find yours.

damn, im a wolf.

intense!