Pour some sugar on me.

Opening tonight for Alberto Guedea Zamora:

Last night I went to the Papa J's Survival party.....

I took this awesome sparkly disco dress out of the shop because nobody was smart enough to buy it:

Lorenz and I should form a band based around this photo:

Dayton's face is priceless here:

People dancing...not me. I don't do that outside of my house.

Okay, so I used to go dancing at goth clubs in the late 90's..... those days are finished!

Demure Colin:

End of the night. Tired, tired of screaming. My throat is sore and I'm surprisingly hungover....

Nice face, crybaby:

I need some caffeine. Big time.

New Apartment.

I wake up to Jay's beach scene every day:

One of our recently acquired Andre Ethier paintings:

Man closet:

We'll get to these when "Dog The Bounty Hunter" wears off:

I'm not much for "decorating" or buying fancy crap for my place...I don't need much to be happy.

And I detest clutter.....

Lily from The Petite Sophist has a few things to say about "nesting" and bathroom redesign in her latest rant. You hate, girl!

There. That's where I live you voyeuristic humans.

We interrupt this program.....

Hi there!
Busy timez again!




Many heartfelt posts to come..............

Moratorium Alert!

This bra commercial is the final nail in my coffin of tolerance. It was not a very spacious coffin, believe you me!

I say, from this day forward, you are NOT allowed to refer to your breasts as "The Girls."
It truly grinds my gears. Who are you, Oprah?
Isn't it crazy that after Oprah's bra show last year, bra sales went up like, 20 million percent?

Newsflash: that woman has clout!







Have you ever referred to any of your body parts with a cutesy nickname?

If so, email me immediately and I will give you my address so you can come over and I will slap you in the face.

I blame these assholes:

Harsh! I love those judgmental assholes.

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People need money to live.
It is a fact...
you can't eat money but you need it to buy food.
I need money to buy food and pay my rent and so do you.
Money doesn't make me tick. It doesn't keep me going. Being happy keeps me going but worrying about money makes me unhappy.
I opened a business because I knew it would make me happy...
sometimes it is hard and you
need to worry about money because you spend a lot of it all the time to keep your business going
so you can be happy doing what you love to do.
If you are working really hard so you can buy things because you believe they will make you happy and whole you will be left with an empty heart.




Everyone dreams of getting money for doing the thing that they love.
Actor, musician, artist, professional ice cream taster, breakfast cereal designer, nail polish namer........
When those stars align, you better get on your knees and be thankful and remember those times when you were cleaning toilets on your knees.
I get to do what I love and I am so happy I hope it doesn't end.
The non-worrying part will follow soon, I'm certain.

Orange you glad she failed?

Surprise, surprise.
Emanuel Ungaro has declared Lindsay Lohan's "collection" for Ungaro a "disaster."
Quote: "Lindsay Lohan's collaboration was a disaster."
Imagine having some tasteless crap put out into the world with your name on it?



Someone should have me as their muse...I will be a good little muse, I promise.
I don't snort shit up my nose, I work hard, I am a COMPLETE inspiration and I am not a pathetic, spray-tanned has-been.....yet.

I can do better than pasties!

Drug Rug.

Remember Drug Rugs?




Their technical name is "Baja Hoodie."
Alls I know is every scumbag in my highschool had one.........
Apparently, if you wear one, you are more prone to enjoying life.

Standard uniform if you should ever wish to inflitrate a gang of surfing bank robbers:

They come from Mexico but have been appropriated by white dirtbags all over North America..

Check out this piece of hippie trash:

I have one in my shop right now, who wants to single-handedly revive this fashion?