farewelllllll summer nights

summertime. my favorite time.
i cannot believe it flew by so damn fast. NOW WHAT?
miss monika and i have been arguing about fall. she says there are so many fashion options...layering etc. that is always her story. it seems that those eastern europeans really have a way with layers. i say...summer is my favorite season for fashion by far. fall, to me is just one awful step closer to winter and i HATE SNOW.
i bought so many lovely frocks this summer, it got me thinking...there is one good thing about CT. I have to say, and this is hard for me, as I enter my final year of graduate school i am thinking about where i will flee to. one thing i will miss about this constitution state is the wide variety of wonderful salvation armies and goodwills. I have found some of my most valuable fashion items living here in CT. there is a meticulousness about it though. you must be precise and you must go with time on your hands....picking through every inch of fabric is the only way to discover the truu tru treasures. just a lil piece of advice from me to you.

i write...

DIOS

purple town, shack down,
chain smoking blues
an ember caught in a black box
-all sluts, cheap products in someone else's sketches
he makes all the decisions,
wearing down the enamel on the teeth of our jaws....
with his crucifix

hi...that is all

just hi.
i've decided that there are a few things this summer.
first thing on my mind....
1. rhinstones on anything, especially t-shirts.....O-V-E-R

2. the olympics. i hate the competition of it all. i watched it the first day when they were introducing all of the many participating countries and it made me stark raving mad that the fucking announcers had to put their political two cents into it. I was ranting about this last night. It's like countries compete enough as it is,,,,they compete over religion, technology, resources. do we really need to also compete on who can do the most tricks on a 4 inch balance beam???
can you really imagine what it would be like to go to lunch with an olympian....the conversation would consist of how many breast strokes they do in one day. DAMN...if you want to succeed at something like that, you really need to let it consume your entire life....ick. not for me.
3. i havent really been going out too much, mostly because i have no interest in the nightlife of CT. i've mostly been having friends over, drinking wine, listening to records and playing taboo.
oh, and adding to the massive amounts of vintage clothing i own. my poor boyfriend feels like our entire apartment is MY closet.
HEY...i need lots of choices.
i will be selling some of my stuff soon though, for the fear of a panic attack due to eventually packing up and moving out of the state. i'll keep you posted.

WHITE HOT

girls just dont look like this anymore...

'Oh I, I believe in magic and I believe in dreams

Until I heard the thunder rumble
I saw the mountains crumble

Then came the circus so I followed it's parade

With all the fancy lion-tamers, high-wire fiery flamers

Ravers of every kind I saw those high-stepping sexy witches

Sons of satin, son-of-bitches

All were there, in my dreams

All in my dreams'