the girls don't care

My first show at io was last night. The house was so packed that they had to set up rows with folding chairs.
I am a coward but it went well.
I sat in with my friend's team tonight at The Playground. There were a lot of scenes about raping children in parking lots because that is the pinnacle of humor.
Oh, and my mother and 13 year-old sister were members of the audience.
The three of us have been co-existing in my studio and it's going surprisingly well. I like to imagine we live in frontier times because we only sit around and read, knit and play with Play-Doh. If this was the case, the book would be the Bible, the yarn would be hand spun and the Play-Doh would be clay from the creek. (Oh, the yarn is hand-dyed because I am motherfuckinghomemaker.) Also, my sister wouldn't scrunch her hair with L.A. Looks Spray & Hold Gel.
As much as I am enjoying their company, it will be nice to have some solitude. And I need to masterbate, which cannot be done when you are sharing a bed with your mother. And by cannot be done I really mean should not be done. I'm sure some skilled person could take care of business discreetly but I don't have that desire or that focus.

Oh, and Christmas was fantastic. I love my family and I love my pets.

And I especially love the $1 hot spot section at the local Target and driving while listening to Fresh Air.

do what you gotta do

i have vaseline smeared all over my face like a clown.

today i worked a lot and cried a lot. while i was crying i also happened to be taking a long walk outside, and by the time i got to cvs (vaseline!) my cheeks had a thin coat of ice on them. i have a small amount of pride in my ability to cry, wipe my eyes and look totally normal. perhaps i have been living in a prideful dream world because everyone in cvs looked at me with a bit of pity.

speaking of neighborhoods, i made the suggestion to someone that we live together and this person laughed in my face. i still think it's the best idea i've come up with in a long time...even though it was an idea i came up with a long time ago. i still say i want magic all the time but i'm wiser and realize that magic can be hurtful and hard. but worth it. definitely worth it.

vaseline is amazing. i am practically healed. well, my lips are at least. my heart is another story wah wah wahhhh.