Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Slutoween!

Another halloween has come and gone.  I'm sitting here watching "Hocus Pocus" on ABC Family because I have nothing better to do, and once again I slaved away over a costume I never ended up wearing out (Fuck going out in a snow storm dressed in a tutu and heels....that was not going to happen).  I'm not even sure why I bother making costumes for Halloween anymore.  The last time I actually went out for Halloween was fall of 2009 when I was a Victoria's Secret Angel (what a joke, Ha!).  That was the only Halloween in my life where I thought I would capitalize on dressing slutty, and to be honest, my costume was pretty classy.  I wore high waisted underwear... my belly button wasn't even exposed.  I mean shit, a bra and underwear cover just as much as any bikini does!  I had a silk robe over my underwear, and wings I'd made myself (they later got stolen after I was forced to take them off and leave them outside of a crowded bar).  It would be just my luck that the one and only time I went out dressed like a slut, I was met with nasty remarks from bitches dressed even sluttier than myself... In retrospect, they were obviously just jealz.  Some bitch called me a 'slut,' (at that point I still had my V-card so her remark was pretty humorous, because she looked like the town bicycle), and my guy friend threatened to hit her so we were forced to leave the bar before further altercations could ensue.  I went out the next night after a party I had planned to attend was cancelled.  The girl I went out with wasn't really a close friend and she later ditched me at Sake Club to hunt down some guy she had a crush on.  I was alone and distressed when finally I found her again.  At that point she became ill so we had to make a trip to the ladies room, and then she scrawled on the bathroom door in a sharpie that "John Doe is a douche!" because apparently he left her alone for some other girl he was pursuing that night.   I wonder if I would still find her bathroom graffiti there today... :p  Last Halloween, I'd constructed a sick Little Red Riding Hood costume, but didn't end up wearing it out because my bf wasn't legal yet.  I did end up wearing that one to my birthday party this year, so at least I got some use out of it. haha.  This year, I was originally going to be a character from a cartoon show called The Venture Brothers; a Russian spy by the  name 'Molotov Cocktease.'  I mean, the similarities were uncanny.  She had red hair, I have red hair...she was a crazy bitch, I'm a crazy bitch... I love tight clothes, she loves tight clothes...

And yes, I have a flesh-colored leotard under this... not that it would matter If I didn't, because I've seen far more risque costumes.  


 But then a couple of weeks ago, I decided I wanted to be the Black Swan, because it would be fun, and a little less revealing. I made a costume, and even painted my face twice for a test run.  Alas, I did not go out this weekend due to the impromptu snowstorm.




I'm pretty happy I am not going out tonight however.  I probably gained 10 lbs this weekend between Jin, Crif Dogs, Rice Crispy Treats, and other unhealthy shit.  I am slightly sad however, that I won't get to see the abundance of truly, sloppy hos skanking it up in fishnets and booty shorts in 30 degree weather.  I hope they all get frostbite wear the sun don't shine for being so slutty and distasteful. hahahahaha.  JK.  I'd be slutty and distasteful too, if I had a safe, warm, house party to attend, and didn't have to step outside in next to nothing.  I'm sure a lot of girls will be sticking with the classics tonight... slutty animals, cowgirls, candy bars, the shit that teenage dreams are made of (and girls who lack creative minds can find on every halloween store shelf).  Feeling inspired after watching the Oh-so-ridiculous Sandra Lee Halloween special (I'm a Food Network junkie, if you didn't already know), I was inspired to play dress up.  Here are my takes on the Slutoween classics:

Slutty Fairy.  I made these wings myself, about six years ago, using wire coat hangers, and pantyhose... they are sick.


Slutty Cop... every sorority girl's fave. 

Playboy Bunny.  It really doesn't get much more classic than this!  Can you believe they sold this get-up at Claire's?!  A store for little girls for Christ's sake....  When I have kids (many years from now), they will dress like princesses or food items until they are 18.  


And of course... some slutty variation of Daisy Duke.  (Daisy Duke, white trash, MaryAnne from Gilligan's Island, a cowgirl... they're all the same).  





In other news, my sweet kittens are going in for surgery (spaying and neutering).  They're getting so big... probably because they get a full, English breakfast every day and multiple snacks when I'm not working ;p   I even made them an omelet for Breakie the other day.  I'm turning into a cat lady, I swear. haha.  Anyhoo, Bijou will slowly be transitioned inside our home after the operation on Thursday, since he loves affection and lets me pick him up and cuddle him.  Potpie is still very shy and has yet to let me touch her.  Maybe her surgery will make her more friendly, but she will either return home and continue to be an outdoor cat (with an elaborate shelter and twice daily meals) or perhaps we can find a loving home with no dogs for her to live in.  

Bijou as Bee Ji Herman...hahahaha.  He loves his basket! My sweet little gay boy ;p

And Potpie, looking regal on the rocks. haha.  She has such a cute face.  I just wish she'd let me pet her! How she does not get jealous when she sees me cuddling her brother I will never know.  







Tuesday, October 11, 2011

People who should be slapped

I'm sure I piss a lot of people off with a lot of things.  I constantly critique myself and others, I make weird noises and talk in strange voices/dialects, I constantly fix my hair, I bite my nails, I crack my knuckles, I like to wear one too many layers of mascara, and many more things.  However, there are certain types of people who really make me want to smack them when I see them.  Working in a mall at a cosmetic counter, one witnesses an abundance of people walk by on a daily basis.  Out of the hundreds of people I see going by every day, I'd say I want to smack at least 20 or so.

1.  Parents/caretakers who push grown kids around in strollers.  I'm sorry, but a perfectly capable five or six year old knows how to walk, and needs exercise.  I understand pushing 3 and maybe even 4 year olds around because it's easier than keeping an eye on them while you shop around, but a 7 year old?!  You've got to be kidding.  If your kid is physically able, and does not have existing, impediment mental health issues, why isn't that child up on his feet?  You're just setting him/her up to be a lazy, potentially obese, and totally annoying adult.  You can't push that lil' f*cker around forever.  He/she will grow up to be overly dependent on you to wipe their ass for life... you'll end up doing their laundry until they turn 45, and they will always get talked about behind their backs by friends. What a disservice.

2.  Tweens who have never been taught right from wrong and act like little fuckwits as a result of mommy/daddy's lack of proper upbringing.  I'm not sure what's wrong with the majority of 11-15 year olds today, but clearly their parents never taught them manners or how to conduct themselves in public.  So many of them act the fool in the mall, wandering around like hooligans in unsupervised groups.  I'm sorry, if you're old enough to be alone with friends in a mall, you're also old enough to know how to act.  I see these little punks climb on automated kiddie rides in groups of 3-4 to have their friends snap pics.  You're not cute, and your grown ass is exceeding the weight limit for a toy that is intended for a single, 4 year old to ride. I can only hope these kids have retail jobs someday and have to pick up the store/merchandise after a group of unruly 12 year olds try shit on, take mirror pics, and then discard said merchandise onto the floor.  On a different note, if your child is mentally unstable enough to sit at a makeup counter and smear lipstick all around her mouth, and I notice she has crayola paints plastered ALL over her face, it's probs not a good idea to let her ride her bike alone to the mall.

3.  Ghetto men who hit on me, while I'm trying to do my job, and make me feel uncomfortable in front of co-workers.  Yes, it's flattering, but it's more annoying than anything.  Most of them are drug dealers, I'm convinced (they have grills and wear more bling and FUBU than any guy should).  Does it look like I want to talk to you?  Do you hear me speaking in sentences that would further promote the conversation you're trying to start? NO... so get the fuck away from me.  I don't like to be sexually harassed on the job.  Yes, my shoes are hot... jealous?  Jesus Christ.  One day I had some guy ask me if my leggings were "painted on" while I walked back from my lunch break.  Dumb fuck.  They're called leggings for a fucking reason, they're thick tights that hug your body; besides, my ass was completely covered by a dress over top of said leggings.  I've had one guy, who must be extremely high every time I've seen him, repeatedly ask me out, despite the fact I told him I had a boyfriend.  I would think it would be humiliating to ask someone out multiple times, only to be turned down, and keep coming back for more.  Must be he's too high to remember.

4.  Girls wearing totally inappropriate clothing for the time of day and time of year.  I don't care how tiny your long, 14 year old legs are.  I don't care how toned your 23 year old, tanned legs are.  You DO NOT wear a body-con, mini during the day in October.  Especially not with heels.  Are you going to have a drink and try to score at the mall?  Didn't think so.  There is a time and a place for everything.  Lord knows I love me some body-con minis and tight dresses... but they are worn at night, and with tights when the weather gets cold.  I get stared at enough just wearing pants, I can't imagine the kind of negative attention wearing that shit in a mall would get you.  I feel so grossed out when I see dirty old men do double takes to stare at the asses of 13 year old girls walking by.  Sigh.  If they only knew who was looking perhaps they would wear something a bit more appropriate.  And just to reiterate, I am a feminist who totally believes that a girl SHOULD ideally be able to wear whatever she wants without eliciting cat calls and getting harassed, but like I said, certain clothing really is only appropriate for 'going out' purposes.

5.  Moms that try to look as young as their 16 year old daughters.  Let me start off by saying, I'm all for being a stylish, trendy, and youthful looking mother.  I hope to be stylish many years from now when I have a kid of my own (granted I'll probs be like 35).  However, I feel that there is such thing as dressing for your age.  I'm not saying that once you reach 35/40 you should be uber conservative or boring.  Far from it in fact.  By then hopefully you have acquired enough tastes and resources to splurge on trendy clothes for yourself.  I'm just trying to say that no mom should dress like a teeny bopper.  You'd be surprised how many times I thought a girl/boy was shopping with their best friend/girlfriend, and as the pair approached, could tell by the face that one party of the shopping duo, was in fact, a parent.  I don't know why it's fashionable to bleach your hair, tan your leathery skin, and wear pants so low riding I can see your cesarean scar and nasty 90s tramp stamp, when you are a mom shopping with your 15 year old.  You're tits are pushed up like a high school sophomore who just discovered Victoria's Secret bombshell bra, but the thing is, they have age spots, and are leathered from years of laying under UV light.  Gross, gross, and gross.  The other day when it was particularly warm for October, I actually saw a mother with her 4 children shopping in the men's department.  Girlfriend had a sick body, and was ultra tiny... but who the fuck in their right mind wears a belly shirt unless they're vacationing somewhere tropical, or hanging out in the summer?  Yeah, that's right.  This woman was wearing a belly shirt... the kind that ends a couple inches above the navel.  I saw her trashy belly ring and her trashy tramp stamp.  I mean, I'd probably want to show off my stomach too if I'd pushed out for kids and it was still that flat.  But in a fucking department store?  I don't think so.  She looked like the kind of WT epitomized by Sarah Jessica Parker in that Lifetime movie, "In the best Interest of the Children" (if you've never seen it and you're a girl, omg, you have to watch). lol

4.  People with obnoxious plastic surgery.  I'm all for plastic surgery if it can enhance what you have, give you something you weren't born with, make your self-esteem increase, or correct features that were disfigured in an accident.  However, people with fake DDD cups who neglected to also plump up their flat buns were seriously misguided.  Just because your tits are huge doesn't make you hot, honey.  You look like you're going to topple over since there is nothing going on behind to even that front load out.  One night, I saw what I thought was a girlfriend and boyfriend shopping for perfume together.  The girl was dressed in pink, Juicy, booty shorts, and a tight, pink T-shirt.  She was extremely thin, with no buns, and bleached hair.  I thought it was a gangly teenager.  Until she turned around.  OMG.  The biggest, fakest tatas I'd ever seen.  And that face was NOT 16.  That was the face of rode hard, put away wet stripper.  It was the boy's mom.  She had inflated, duck lips to go along with the inflated tits.  I'm sorry, everything within reason.  I mean, If I were completely flat, I might desire breast implants myself.  But when you go over the top, you look like a joke.  The other day, I saw a different woman shopping for perfume.  She was built like a snooki/troll, and had that nasty, white-blonde hair (that only looks good on people who are born with it, like Swedes, and Albinos).  When she turned around, I thought I was looking into the face of a duck billed platypus.  YIKES.  Why would you do that to yourself?  I completely understand that people suffer from body dysmorphic disorder, but you'd think someone would intervene.

5.  Pervy, old men.  I had two drunk guys come up to me once and request about a billion cologne samples.  I could tell they were drunk because of the alcohol fumes being emitted into the air around them, their red faces, and the way that they kept saying they were brothers and "not gay" when hugging each other and joking about how good they smelled.  While I checked them out the lustily stared me up and down, making me feel gross and wanting to bolt.  One of them asked if I was single (which always pisses me off after I hear a man talking about/mentioning his wife beforehand), I said no.  The other guy practically bellowed "you think a girl with a body as tight as that is going to be single?" Eeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. So gross. It's always disturbing when you're dressed totally work appropriate (that is to say, not wearing super tight, short, or low cut clothing) and some older man walks by and leers at you in an aggressive, overtly sexual manner.  This happened last week, and when that same guy walked back through the cosmetic counters about 45 minutes after he'd initially walked past, he gave me the same look, and said with "I like your lipstick baby."  Baby?  WHO THE FUCK are you calling baby you fucking creep.  Ugh. I'm just as offended when I see men looking at other women like this, especially young girls.  Sure there are a lot of little girls dressing inappropriately today, but the men who leer at them are disgusting.  One time I saw what I thought was a young hipster skateboarding through Williamsburg, his tight jeans and lean body drew me in.  As I grew closer and realized I had been ogling a 15 year old boy, I felt disgusting and pervy despite the fact that I was only like 20 at the time.  How can someone be so blatant in staring at what are clearly very under-age girls and be o.k. with it?  Fucking gross.


I'm sure there are many more people I'm failing to mention here.  But these types really make me want to slap a bitch/bastard.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Nothing Starts the day off right like morning anxiety

Where is my life going?  OMG.  I have to be done fucking around at Macehole's.  I'm going no where.  Someone with two degrees, talent, and charm (JK) shouldn't be wasting their precious youth working part time at a Goddamn retail store in Binghamton, NY.  I have aspirations, I have money to make, I have a life to live, and it's not happening right now.  Tomorrow I will begin a full frontal assault on the job market.  I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE.  What was supposed to be a temp. summer job has moved into October.  I live at home for God's sake... do you know what that's like?!  I know a lot of people have to do it upon graduating and transitioning... but I'm done.  I'd rather live in a shitty apartment where I struggle to pay my bills and have to deal with a scum landlord, than live in this town another two months.  Surely someone will hire me.... right? I just want a full time job that pays bills and is slightly more tolerable than my current one... something a little less mundane, something that requires a bit more creativity and mind-power.  Sigh.  I have 8 hours of work today, so tomorrow morning on my day off, I will begin the feverish job search towards salvation.  I plan on applying to at least 10 places.

This past weekend my BF came to visit and I enjoyed two days of heaven on earth, and forgot about the sad reality that is my current existence for a while.  I haven't worked on my book in a while now, but I am on page 56 (single spaced) and will start work on it again this weekend.  As previously stated, the book I'm writing is based on 8 years worth of journal entries spanning from about age 13 to 21.  I'll throw in a little teaser for you bitches actually reading my crap blog:


7/26/01

I had dance tonight from 6:15-8:45.  I was very tired, but only temporarily, and now I can't sleep.  I feel really dumb keeping a journal, but oh well.  Right now it's 11:30 pm.  I hope I am moved up in a better ballet class, if I do well in summer dance.  Right now I am thinking about going on a diet... well, ok, I need a diet.  I am 5' 2" and a whopping 93 lbs.  My goal is to lose 5 lbs.  I hope 5'2" won't be my permanent height either.  I wish I could shrink my bones; I have a large ribcage and it makes me look fat.  I think I have skin cancer even though I'm only 13.  


....... and here's a little more from waaaayyy later on (ps... this was the first entry I wrote, they get MUCH more exciting and ridiculous as the months and years progress, haha):


9/15/2007

I am always losing some sort of fighting battle.  I had to spend $85 on a pair of jeans yesterday that make me look fatter than I already am.  They're size 28... WAIST SIZE 28.  MY WAIST IS FUCKING 24 INCHES, but because my ass is sooo huge (along with my thighs) I couldn't fit in any lower sizes.  Pathetic.  I was forced to by these expensive jeans by my domineering roommate, Katie, because she works at Bloomingdales in SoHo, and had a "super" discount she's been raving to me about for the past 6 months I've known her.  Well, you know what Katie?  Unlike you, I don't get $300 spending money from my parents every week.  I don't care if the jeans were originally $220 before the discount, $85 jeans still aren't in my budget.  Furthermore, I had to spend $25 on cab fare because I was running late and got lost, and then $20 on a subway card back, because I had no smaller bills and the fucking machine wouldn't take my debit.  In addition to this, Katie requested that I make dinner (and I thought I would, because I love cooking, and because she constantly picks up shit for me like $12 jars of Nutella, even though I tell her explicitly not to do so).  So, I went out of my way to make her stirfry.... I rushed home from Williamsburg where I helped my sister carry heavy-ass carpets for her new living room (through town, down subways, all over NYC, until I was sweating like the pig I am).  Katie and I were supposed to go out to the movies last night, but she had to work late.  Tonight, she also came home late, and despite the fact I slaved away in our tiny kitchen to make her supper, that bitch decided to eat fucking honey nut cheerios.  Then her obnoxious friend, Ernest, came over, and while I laid in bed waiting to turn off the lights and sleep, the sat there shooting the shit about FUCKING FASHION until 1:30 am.  Oh, and earlier when I told my sister, Laura, the story of the 28 jeans and 24 waist, she proceeds to fucking try and manipulate the steel tape measure around my waist and tells me I'm "at least a 25."  Bitch, I have on THREE layers of clothing right now, and have period bloat... and that's a steel tape measure.  Then later on she was looking at me with that one look she gives when I know she's about to make a comment about the way I look, and she says, "You know Lily, Maybe you should try parting your hair on the side."  Bitch, I know exactly what you're thinking... I'm a balding donkey and my face is so ugly I can't pull off a middle part.  Well, I tried parting my hair on the side, FYI, and I look like even more of a balding donkey, due to my receeding hairline, giant fivehead, and my ugly face being even more exposed.  So, I finally go to bed with the intent of never getting up again and laying there until I dehydrate and die, when Laura calls me seriously 5 times in a row, with 3 texts thrown in for good measure.  christ. I had to drag my ass out of bed at like 12 am, to send a text letting her know, I was in fact, still alive.  I am still in my pj's as I write this, with no intention of ever eating again.  




This entry actually goes on for a couple more pages, but shit gets real serious and I'm not ready to share the serious bits until the book is in it's entirety.  I'd also like to throw out there that all names have been changed for privacy purposes (even though if you know me and my life, you'll most likely know who everyone is, despite the name changes).  I'd also like to throw out there that the entry I posted from FIT was a rough time in my life... I'm pretty sure I had body dysmorphia (which I partially grew out of). hahaha.  I'd also like to say, that the aforementioned jeans in the previous entry now hang on me and can be pulled off without unfastening the button or unzipping... and my eating habits are way healthier today than they were 4 years ago.  I'd also like to throw out there that I love my sister, and she always wants what's best for me... I'm just a highly emo, sensitive girl, and take everything someone says to me and find offense in it. lol.  Sigh, some things never change :p



Anyhow, back to reality.  Yesterday I made caramel, candy encrusted apples to send to my bf.  I made the caramel myself (using butter, brown sugar, condensed milk, and corn syrup) and had to sample numerous times to make sure it was good.  I also had to sample the nuts, chocolate/white chocolate/peanut butter chips I threw onto the coated apples.  In doing so, I will most likely suffer a severe acne breakout starting tomorrow.  I am going to be spending Halloween in the city this year, and found the perfect costume... perfect because it's super sexy (you know I like that), very individual ( no other sluts will be dressed like me), and the character is sooooo like me in many ways (vicious, teasing, seductive). lol.  I'm going to be Molotov Cocktease from "The Venture Brothers" :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMJ6Q-8jnzk


I already have the essential elements of the costume, and no, I probably won't have my bodysuit ripped open quite as wide as the character's, because I don't want any nip-slips.  But I am very excited :D