FREAKING OUT IS FOR PUSSIES

Famous or just out there

Fame is a strange thing. The other night I went out and was handed a card...see picture. So this dude's claim to fame was that he was on 'I love New York'? I'm not bashing him but all I could think was what is his intention for handing out these cards? Maybe getting a new show...a record deal ...a bag of cash...a strange rep? I don't know, but I um hope this posting helps.That's the trouble with fame for the sake of fame. Personally I think that fame is more trouble than it's worth. I really do enjoy peeing with anonymity. On the topic of fame, with all these public forums, facebook, myspace, flickr, blogger, etc. is everyone famous now? Well not exactly, everyone is public but not famous. Just for the record, I don't want to be famous. If you see my myspace page and then see me in person don't say hi. It'll freak me out and I might spit on your camera.

THESE SHOES ARE ...

Frickin amazing...You know I have mad love for Canada and the stuff they make! Tell me this....why haven't I seen these sooner? I'm gonna hire these peeps and make them my shoe slaves! These are hand painted...and what are you doing with your life?

I'm melting....melting
Yes my friends. There is no relief even the air conditioner said hell no. It spat out the hugest roach I've even seen in my life and then commenced to blow hot air around...as if to say 'fuck you...it's summer...deal!'

YOU HAVE TO SEE TRANSFORMERS!

Me being the skepticle I am, though for sure that it was gonna suck. It didn't in fact I wanna see it again. I was pretty amazed. In world of poorly revampt comics and cartoons it's easy to expect shit.

You know what did suck? Well after the movie I went to use the bathroom, was washing my hands and this girl ran in and threw up all over the back of my leg. Boy did I wish that she had had a heart attack and died instead. At least that would not have involved me, my jeans and my vintage bag. It may sound shallow but the point is that I'm not her mother I don't love her... in fact I don't even respect her cuz she decided to get soo out of control that she was no longer taking responsibilities for her actions. If she would have died or passed out then someone who gets paid would have had to deal with her case, Instead of me who had to ride the subway home at 2a smelling like her guts. It's not like I could beat her up or even yell at her, I mean she was sick and had chunks hanging from her, the last thing I wanted to do was have a Dr. Phil moment with her. So I know I may get a bit of slack for wishing death on a puke face chick but you must understand that I don't drink, I don't throw up on random people. O'well I guess the moral of this story is don't use the bathroom after you see Transformers cuz you'll get puked on

Ewwww!

So I just stopped by my local bodega and am so not proud to announce that Homel, the makers of Spam, make canned Tameles. They look like lil winky guts. That's not all...I found a myspace profile dedicated to them,

If all that's not enough, you can visit the Spam Musuem in Minnesota. Yo! if I'm ever in the area, I'm so there...maybe they'll let me try samples and I'll die of instant high blood pressure and overall grossness.

Afro Punk Block party was off the hook!

Ah man...well I practically sold out of merch! The best part is that I met soo many fun peoples. Thanks fer all the support and I will def be out on the streets next weekend...stay tuned fer the location!