At 11AM my hangover is really kicking, though it didn’t begin to make its presence known until just after I stepped off the elevator at my office. I’m glad I got to work on time. Hell, I’m amazed I woke up on time given that I forgot to set my alarm or plug in my …
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Vogue magazine is run by a bunch of sick fucks
I am going to pretend to be positive for a moment, and give you some good news: the Large Hauldon Collider broke. Not only did that sucker break, but it’s going to be out of commission until spring. Initially I wasn’t too concerned, but then I remembered there’s a lot more fucking I would like …
Growing up
Maybe it’s because I’m listening to Red House Painters right now, but looking over all these photos of me growing up is weird. I feel like the girl in the pictures wouldn’t recognize the one that’s here now. I can’t tell if that makes me happy, or incredibly sad. It’s so strange to look at …
Whored out and high
I don’t want to go into details, so instead I think you should stare at photos I have taken of myself lately. This is me last week pre-awesome date. I wore a dress. This is me last night before imbibing alcohol. This is me this morning, high as a kite and incredibly hungover. In conclusion, …
All up in the magazines
Well, well, well… look what was waiting in my mailbox when I got home from work today! The ladies pictured in the group photo are none other than Chelsea and Swindle, who also happen to show the goods over at GodsGirls.com. If you want to pick up a copy for yourself, keep your eyes peeled …
Weekend recap
Easter over the weekend had me feeling kinda weird. My mother sent me a card in the mail (she’s so cute and … mom-like) with a cute note from her & my dad. It’s strange that two holidays have now passed that would usually involve a dinner with my parents and some cute little present …
First Magazine
I got an email a few days ago informing me that there were pictures of me from the NIX tattoo convention in Toronto from last summer. So I picked up a copy… okay, I picked up three copies. Vanity, thy name is Julene. Anyway, this was my “ugly day” at the convention. Did I mention …