i know, i haven’t posted anything in a week and a half or so, but it doesn’t mean i don’t still love (mostly some of) you.
in that meantime, i have:
-worked a couple weekends at the haunted house at Eastern State Penitentiary. as always, it’s been kinda slow these first few nights, but pretty much everyone i work with is awesome so we’ve been able to pass the time between scaring the shit out of people (or just, like, telling people where to buy tickets). from what i can tell, this year is pretty intense, and i love the old-fashioned olde-timey prison costumes and themes we’ve got this year.
-speaking of old-fashioned old-timey themes, as a result of attempting to fit my character, i have grown out my mustache and connected it to my sideburns. i haven’t had a mustache in years, and it takes some getting used to. i can feel it on my lip at all times and it’s so weird and itchy and foreign. but i look like a Civil War general (or prison guard, which is the point), or someone out of Gangs of New York perhaps, only with massive facial injuries.
- speaking of injuries, all my bangs and bruises from that bike accident i had are pretty much gone now, with the notable and painful exceptions of my right shoulder and one knuckle on my right hand. they’re kinda scabbed over by now, but they were much deeper than my other wounds so they’re taking forever to heal. it still stings like hell to raise my arm above horizontal, making exercising difficult.
-speaking of exercise, i ran a 5K in Allentown yesterday morning, as a fundraiser for canine cancer research. this is the second year, and our team (Team Sarge)was bigger and we raised even more money this time around. HOWEVER, i do not remember being anywhere near this sore last time. holy shit. i can barely bend my legs and i have to slowly lower myself with my hands when i sit down. i feel like i’m as old as my haunt costume suggests. if you’re wondering, though, i finished in the top quarter with a time of about 28 minutes.
-speaking of running out of segue ideas, one week ago, Sept 19th, was the anniversary of me losing my virginity. i didn’t get to do anything remarkable to celebrate, i think i just watched Cry Baby (oh man, Traci Lords) and Clue with my awesome roommate and went to bed. alone. oh well.
other than that, i can’t really think of many other things i’ve done. i have been busy with work finally, and have not taken any pictures in forever. i have also fallen hopelessly behind on editing but i intend to work on that so i can actually have some pictures to show you, because i suspect most of you are following me for the pictures i post of my attractive friends, rather than my semi-coherent ramblings. so i will make me most of my immobility, and have the results up shortly.
It's Not The Flying Over My Handlebars I Hate, It's The Landing
on my way to work at The Academy this morning (i was even going to be early for a change), i was racing down 17th St, crossing Callowhill. i realized a couple days ago my bike chain was a little slack, but i put off doing anything about it for some dumb reason. i paid the price for my procrastination by having said chain pop of the cog, and as a result totally i completely wiped out at top speed. my right shoulder got the worst of it (i am now missing an entire layer of freckles), but my elbow, hipbone and knee (and to a lesser extent, my head) all got chewed up pretty badly. i haven’t taken pictures yet but take my word for it, it sucks. thankfully my precious face was spared.
howanyway was still able to make it to work (albeit now late instead of early), and it was kinda nice. the students and teacher treated me like some kind of hero for toughing it out and working through the pain, but honestly it didn’t really hurt that much. as i walked home, i got a panicky call from a friend asking if i could help find two lost cats. so i walked around the neighborhood shaking a bag of treats and making kissy noises, but no luck. i hope they turn up, because they’re sweet kitties.
and then after all that, i had to work tonight, just long enough to carry around a bunch of barricades (great fun when it kills to life your arm above horizontal) and practice evacuation drills. now i’m home, the bandages are off (and many thanks to my patient roommate who helped me with cleaning and dressing my wounds. i know she secretly enjoyed the noises of pain i made, but i love her anyway) and i think i’m gonna take a Tylenol PM and try to fall asleep on my left side. we’ll see how that goes.
anyway, how was your day? hopefully less painful than mine.
and now i’m back in a rainy Philadelphia, listening to kids make noise outside my window.
Friday meant lots of walking, chipping in on a dress for my roommate* (with the condition that she wear it when i shoot her) from a shop along St Mark’s Place, playing Who’s-A-Model-And-Who’s-Hoping-To-Snag-A-Model during the leadup to Fashion Night Out in SoHo, $2 PBR’s at Welcome to the Johnsons’s in the LES with Stephen**, and borrowing a bike and getting the biggest (half-priced!) chimichanga ever with my friend Matt in Greenpoint.
Saturday was more low key, since neither my roommate nor i slept very well, and mostly involved window shopping (which led to a brief awkward encounter with Kim Gordon trying on clothes) and waiting for my friend Miss Anna Evans*** to get into the city so we could get sushi. and then on the bus ride home i sat in front of one of the most beautiful girls i have ever seen (probably 5ft-zero, blonde and blue hair, electric pale blue eys and incredible cheekbones, killer white boots) and completely failed to approach her or say anything to her at all.
anyway, all in all not a bad adventure. unfortunately i probably won’t be back -or doing any travelling at all- until November at the earliest because of the haunted prison taking up all forseeable weekends. maybe next time i’ll have more money and can actually get that suit jacket i saw downstairs at Topshop (i know, i know).
so now it’s Sunday and i have accomplished fuckall (except for making some burritos and chocolate creme brulee) and i’m ok with that. tonight, i edit.
my bag is packed and i’m on my way to New York. if you’re around and want to hang out, let me know. call or text if you’ve got my number already. and if you don’t… well… i probably won’t be on the internet much this weekend. somehow you will cope.
i will never understand why people choose tumblr themes that make it unlikely/difficult/impossible for people to actually see what they’ve posted, much less find the fucking link to the next page. i mean, i know if you’re following someone the dashboard makes it all standard and all that, but c’mon. i can’t decide if i’m gonna follow you (and believe me, i am NOT someone who gives the automatic i’ll-follow-you-if-you-follow-me response because some of you post some serious bullshit nonsense) on the basis of just one page alone (but sometimes one page is all it takes to make me realize i should NOT follow you). why make page 2 so difficult to find? i mean really. it doesn’t make you mysterious, it just makes you a pain in the ass.
anyway, i know like a million of you are into witchcraft and everything, but i only just now got around to watching “The Craft” for the first time ever tonight. thank god for new roommates and their DVD collections. or, maybe i shouldn’t be thanking god (or anyone else, regardless of their standards of deity), because that movie pretty much topped off the Unintentional Hilarity Scale. all i could think of is the whole triangle nonsense that has taken over tumblr and it was non-stop laffs. also, the 90s. i mean seriously. that was like MY ERA, and yet i couldn’t help but think… The 90s.
maybe the $4 bottle of wine helped. you get what you pay for.
so anyway, hi. how was your night??
also, did i mention i’m going to New York tomorrow? i am. my roommate and i are totally going to New York tomorrow and hanging out for the weekend knocking blocks off and doing what we do supremely. anyone who wants to hang out should get in touch.
lol I feel like a phony for not knowing the individuals. I just know Alopecia, which was amazing
nah, not a phony at all, and i’m certainly not trying to pull rank or drop names. Alopecia is a great album, and i highly recommend “Ten” by cLOUDDEAD or really anything else Yoni has had his fingers in (Hymie’s Basement, all that Anticon stuff)
thank you, love. i seem to have accumulated a half-dozen new followers, some of which have exhibited fantastic taste in not only photos but music as well (as evidenced by the Why? song posted somewhere in there)
i hope everybody reading this realizes what a fantastic and worthwhile thing you’ve got going and follows you too.
y’head that? everyone follow this Improper girl, ok?
Lately, I'm Finding It Harder To Give A Fuck About The Internet
which doesn’t really reflect on you, personally, except if you’re reading about this on the internet, it does, but only incidentally. but not really.
i don’t think i’m sad, but i do think i might be depressed. some of you, i know, can tell the difference. it’s probably the same malaise, anomie and/or ennui that has prevented me from getting any sort of exercise or photo-editing done, and has kept last week’s clean laundry (not to mention some books and two lemons. LEMONS) piled up on half my bed, leaving me sleeping on a space smaller than a dorm bunk.
anyway, just thought i’d let you all know. it’s not personal. but maybe if you’d write back it would be less personal. or more. i can’t tell right now.