this poem is titled I AM STEAMED

so this "curator" for my show is a total pompous hippie snot, she talks down to me and is three years my junior. she met her "partner" hitchhiking. she put her name on my fliers as curated by: her name. um, curated would mean hand-selecting the pieces, actually looking at them with your EYES and working with the artist, not being a total annoying flake trying to hog all the glory. i told her i don't need your help with the installation it's fine you have your double shifts whatever, long pause, then she says well the only part of this i was mildly interested in was the installation. oh, is that so? i still don't fucking need you. this is my show, i can install it with a fucking monkey. today wasn't even confirmed for the installation yet she's like there's a problem about tomorrow cos i'm working - DUDE i don't care! when i met her at the printing place to get fliers her partner was there with a backpack and a cultish huge gross beard totally hovering, she emails me late at nite and i'm already out then calls me and says ok meeting you at midnite here on a weeknite. she's basically volunteering for this, for her CV. so she's going to put my show in her little portfolio, how fraudulent, she's done shit all. she says if she isn't part of the installation then she's done all this work for nothing. WHAT WORK WHAT FUCKING WORK HAVE YOU DONE!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!

SO STEAMED!

i am so beyond unimpressed and bummed out by this chick. well, it is an annex bar so i guess it was expected. she has a nose piercing through her septum too. ugh.

ok that wasn't really a poem sorry, can't put this on the mother blog cos who knows if she looks at it, probably when her partner sensually rubs organic salve into her poor achy back.

fil wants us to refer to each other as partner now.

BARF.

she said a ton of hippie dippie shit to me on the phone just now like about a flow and whatever and i said yeah i get it! to cut her off. i hope she isn't under the impression that she's going to be deciding what pieces will be hung where, cos we are so going to have some fucking words BIG TIME. i installed my last show with a friend, but all the thinking and placement was up to me. fuck this chick!