My notebooks

My notebooks
“The need to document my insanity is an affliction I have not yet cured myself of...” Lydia Lunch

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Angel


My 30th birthday was coming up. I wanted to celebrate by having a glass of champagne outside where Grand Central and Park Avenue meet, and toasting to the next 30 years that I was working to create.
Look at that 

Friday, May 15, 2015

Confessions of a Salesgirl



Paying my way through college, I've worked for some of the most well known stores at your average mall, from big box retailers to boutiques. 

 During my time behind the counter, I've seen and heard things that might shock you. Every person whose worked in a store or in customer service has stories to tell, and well, I’m here to tell you some of mine. They include the rude, the mean, and the disgusting. Read on, you might just recognize someone you know (never you, of course).

The happiest sales girl you'll meet 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Living with The DJ

When you live in an environment where picking up and leaving in a moment's notice is normal, you have to learn to carry just enough. Just enough to get by and settle in. Just enough so that you can still survive. Just enough so you don't break your back.

Trinkets and mementos become optional. Keeping clothes "just in case" is no longer an option. That pile of When I Was Skinny clothing that's sitting in the back of your closet goes in the trash, because it's taking up space and there's no point in carrying it around. You get used to keeping only what you need.

This is a complete 180 degrees from the way I was raised. Although we moved a bit, my mother kept everything she could. The space under the stairs of our basement is filled with nothing but decorations, mementos, and trinkets that we've accumulated as a family over the years. I'm sure if I asked, I could find an uncle who has my old atari, a young cousin who still plays with my old Barbies, and an aunt who still holds all my Disney books. And I know exactly who has my Barbie Dream House.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Bye Jay

Let's recap shall we? Since my arrival in New York I was put in a shitty, no-money making job, transferred to another department, quit because I wasn't making any money, danced at bars for cash and got a part-time job at Dance Manhattan.

In the meantime I lived with a lady named Madeline and her four kids her many roaches and mice, was left behind by my cousin Tati, was kicked out by Madeline and taken in by my cousin, who again left me first alone in a rat infested apartment and then kicked me out in earnest because it was, "her decision".