i owe a lot of money.

rent, student loan payments, and car maintenance be damned, i am going to buy
season one of the this american life television show before the end of february. this is a solemn promise to all of you and myself. i will own that and i will love it

you know, i really don't have anything to say about this. i just wanted to share it with the world. i think it just might be funnier than the pictures of rachel ray in FHM.

ive been back from europe for a couple weeks. the highlight was smoking dope at 7am and then riding rented bikes through the dutch countryside as the sun came up over amsterdam. the low light were the transatlanic flights.

im going home to south carolina sometime next month since i didnt get to see any of my family or friends back home over the ho-lidays. but im not sure the exact dates. ive tentatively asked for the 8th, 9th, and 10th off, but it depends on when we have the mandatory staff party. we had a party at work last night for josh's last day and its always fun to drink for free.

tonight meaghan and i shared a couple bottles of wine and then went to see kimya dawson at crooked beat, which is the smallest record store in the world; it ended up that there were more people outside than inside so she played a set for all of us waiting in the cold. it was a good way to spend my night off.

when the lease is up in september, im officially going to become a california girl. bike friendly city in northern california with double decker buses and a moderate climate? all i want is a little bungalow with a place to set up an easel and room for the pitter-patter of little puppy paws. davis california, im coming home.

IT IS SO FUCKING COLD HERE. SRSLY.

in approximately twenty four hours I will be flying over the atlantic ocean in a giant metal bird.

OR SHOULD I SAY:

In ungefähr Zwanzig vier Stunden werde ich über den Atlantik in einem riesigen Metallvogel fliegen.










danke on-line-Übersetzer!

last night i accidentally went to a party at this bar that was being co-hosted by patron and playboy. there were douchebags in bathrobes and drunk girls in lingerie everywhere. it was absolutely ridiculous but that bar is a really great one because you can smoke on their heated roof.

ryan brought a copy of the magazine home and its sitting in our bathroom.
sitting on our bedstand is an eighth of mushrooms that im itching to take.

thanksgiving is coming up and about a week ago we realized that our oven is broken. it doesnt stop heating, ever. this morning i went into the kitchen and it looks like its been taken apart. i hope that it gets fixed, because i NEED pumpkin bread.

i realized tonight while smoking the marijuana i bought at work (real quality shit, too) that although my life has changed almost completely since the last time i updated, i havent been doing a very good job chronicling these changes. SO HERE IS AN ATTEMPT:

-moved to dc.
-i got a shitty job.
-i quit a shitty job.
-i got a new job.
-i bought a dresser.
-i went to pennsylvania and made a scarecrow.

the next big event coming up is my twenty-first birthday. thats big deal-ish. and then in december i am going to berlin with ryan. i need to get a passport though, which is a hassle.

antidisestablishmentarianism.

i just listened to the most inane conversation on the radio about the 'modesty movement.' The author of 'Girls Gone Mild' said that the negative influence of media and trend-setting clothing companies on the sexuality of young women it should not be 'too politicized' and that instead of it being a political, social, or economic issue it was actually an issue of 'values.'

um......what?????????

her solution to depraved teenage sexuality is this: just wear a cardigan and a knee-length skirt and then sexual inequity and exploitation will come to an end! well fuck, in that case, lets encourage all women to wear berkas because that is a really great example of the relationship between "modest" clothing and empowerment.

yeah fucking rite.

for a great gem given to us by the so-called 'modesty movement' is the 'modesty survey.' if you actually read the questions you see some things that girls wear are 'stumbling blocks' that tempt men away from god's righteous path and into the bowels of a sex-obsessed hell.

One of my favorite responses to the question "Do you respect a modestly dressed girl more than an immodestly dressed one?":

"While I would not treat an immodest girl with anything less than the respect due her as a Daughter of Eve, I also know that I look upon a young lady who attires herself in a Godly fashion as being something special... Something a step above the rest of the crowd. It is, to my mind, one of the differences between a girl and a lady."

oh wow!, look at this one.
is modesty an important quality for your future wife to have?:

"i've heard some - both men and women - say that when finally they are married then the woman can now dress immodestly because she belongs to someone and so that the man can be proud of his wife in public. I find that so sad, because married or not a woman can still be a stumbling block to other men, all men. She still has a duty to consider her brothers, and for me, she now has the added duty to her husband. I wouldn't want my wife dressing to impress others or in a way that has other guys' eyes all over her. Her body would then be mine, as mine would be hers, I would want to enjoy and cherish it, and for it to be mine alone.

there are too many fucking crazies in the world, i swear.

at the risk of sounding cliche and slightly-sappy: today is the first day of the rest of my life. in a few hours i will be leaving this godforsaken town for the final time. im nervous and excited and scared and totally ready for it.

i have absolutely no clue what tomorrow is going to be like, let alone the weeks and months forthcoming. at least ive got a good man and a nice apartment. what more can a girl ask for? well, steady employment and lots of friends, but i'm sure i'll be able to find those too. and a chest of drawers and maybe a desk and definitely a nightstand.

everyone should send me love notes at my new place and maybe even come for a visit. i live a block or two from adams morgan where we can go get sloppy drunk or maybe we can go to the zoo and see the pandas (but they have no penguins!).

miss shropshire
2227 20th st nw apt 505
washington dc 20009

the coolest thing about where i live in dc is that i walk past the l. rob hubbard house and founding church of scientology everyday. i have an interview at a resturant tomorrow that has a website with flash and an executive chef where the cheapest diner entree is twenty-five dolla$.

i am officially not returning to smith and my grandfather is dying. i would appreciate it if no one mentioned either of these things to me ever. thank you.

there is a very good chance that i will not be able to afford to return to smith in the fall.

so, how is YOUR summer going?

you are mine.

for (ce)real conversation that i overheard at work today:

woman one: (bringing a stack of paperwork to another woman) i have presents!
woman two: you need better presents.
woman one: its called 'job security,' can you really think of a better present?
woman two: haha. good point, cindy.


i am going to the US SOCIAL FORUM tomorrow and am very excited. i will miss the opening march which REALLY pisses me off, but i couldnt take three consecutive days off of work, only two. either im just not as committed to the cause as everyone else or else im just too oppressed by the capitalist system to tell the blue cross infastructure to suck my little temporary-worker dick. whatever, being there 4 out of 5 days ain't bad. besides all of the lectures and workshops and shit, i know that im going to go a production of howard zinn's play "marx in soho" and a feminist skate jam. ive just got SO much to do before i leave for atlanta tomorrow. these things include: do laundry, shower, finish ryan's birthday present, spend a full day at work, buy green, buy blank cd's, sleep for more than 5 hours. NO REALLY I HAVE LIKE NO TIME TO DO THIS. so im going to stop fucking around on the computer and get this shit done.

things that are new!;

-i am comfortably(?) settled in columbia for the summer.
-i have a job at as a data entry bitch/cubicle whore for blue cross blue shield. i hated the insurance industry before they were my bosses, and now i hate them even more.
-business casual black slacks make my ass look H-O-T. but i was sternly talked to about wearing capri pants because apparently, bcbs still lives in 1918 when its too erotically charged to allow a woman to show her ankle. but my tattoos and piercings are totally fine.
-im going to atlanta at the end of the month for the us social forum and to get a sweet tats.
-despite having a job, i havent got a paycheck yet so i am broke as hell. i have no smoked pot in over a week!
-im seeing ryan again. for like, official. for those of you who havent seen him since two-thousand-five, this is what he looks like now:

its his birthday today and he turns twenty-one (suhwheet, unlimited access to beer!). hes my punk rock dream come true.


because i have to be at work at 8am, i am going to bed at midnight every night. it fucking sucks. aspects of this summer are going to completely blow dog balls, but others will rule.

last night my mom walked in on ryan and me, while i was giving ryan head. whoops! how embarassing!

my prediction: we wont talk about it for three years and then one night over cocktails my mother will bring it up and laugh.

also;

HELL YEAH.

its been more than a month since i last updated. here are some new things.

-school ended. i got three a-'s and one b+. not totally disappointed.
-i drove for approximately 100 miles stoned off of my ass through the blue ridge parkway.
-im back in south cackalack. that means carolina to those who dont speak southern american english.
-my mother has a new place on decker blvd. that is a depressed neighborhood with a growing crime rate. but its got a great view!
-i like someone. and i do mean, like like.
-i am unemployed and loving/hating it. i need a job like the senate needs a refresher course on ethics.
-i have been staying up until daybreak from insomnia almost everyday.
-it is really fucking hot down here.

i guess im not really in the mood to try and write a good livejournal post. oh well. i'll just click submit.

no matter what, i just cant concentrate on my school work. ive been feeling very languid and sensuous lately. all i want to do is smoke weed and lay in bed next to the open window with sun and fresh air, rolling around naked and listening to rock records very loudly. i want to be here, but i dont want to be doing this.

only a few more days and then finals will all be over...but those days are going to be slow and hellish.

happy fucking may day!