the thing about you is...

How you feel only matters to you.

Its what you do to the people you say you love that matters the most. thats the only thing that counts.

hell or high-waisted?

so... basically the story is this...
i LOVE me a pair of high waited pants/shorts... whatever.

but darren & trevor (2 of my closest guy friends) are not seeing eye to eye with me on this... granted, darren has been known to knock my shit in the past... but i mean they're pretty adament on this.

we all know women no longer dress for men, they dress for other women... or even more stressful, they dress for gay men.

so... do high-waisted pants really make the cut?! I SAY YES! all in favour?!
fuck straight guys! what do they know anyways!?

curiosity killed the cat, but for awhile i was a suspect.

the musings of a muse...

What if we stopped counting?...
counting friends
counting money
play counts
burns
lovers
scars
truths
& un-truths

how would we change? How would we change the world?

Dissolution & Disaster (the best art installation to date?)

Does there have to be this?
Does there have to be complete turmoil in order to create?
Can art not come from simple understanding... and can we not understand without experience? I mean I'm really not sure.
Is this a product of Generation MTV? Why are we always searching, searching, searching... just to feel? Feelings should be innate to all of us, why is it so hard to conjur and act on. What is appropriate?! Suppression? Regression? Disney movies and pearls?

On one hand soo many of us spend so much time just trying to incite some sort of spark inside of us. We fall in lust in the blink of an eye. We get irrate during everyday activities in everyday scenarios... Some times we take drugs just to help get a feeling, something, anything.

But then something happens one day. A sudden rush. You open up and you let something in and it affects you. You get sad, really sad. Au Revoire Simone on repeat because it resonates with your "soul." Not an entire bottle of quaaludes can numb this feeling. But you try. Anything to take the pain away... alcohol, alcohol, drugs, sex, parties, tears, trouble. But isn't this what you were yearning for?? Isn't there a part of you that wanted this? Isn't there something in you that would die without it?

I am a product of my generation & i want the pain to go away.


"During the 1960s, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be... and I don't think they've ever remembered."
-Andy Warhol (1928-1987)

young fabulous broke & screwed pretty

there is an element to being young... an element to being broke... and an element to being "fabulous" that at times can leave you nothing more than simply... Screwed Pretty.

At 6am the glamour is gone. people stop kissing cheeks and the jacobs is covered in cheap vodka and sweat. you rest your head on the pillow... its your hair, the smell of smoke drifts in through your burning nostrils and you cant sleep.
thinking thinking thinking begins...
and that is when you realize you are a girl (not a woman), a girl in her 20s and the world has screwed you pretty.

nicki & i have launched a brand ... its called Young Broke & Screwed Pretty.

its not our lives, its yours & the best you could ask for at the very least is that when you are really really screwed, it is pretty.

♥ forever,
a.