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!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
i like the rain
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
dress for a wedding
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WEAR COME SATURDAY
AND I WILL PROBABLY HAVE A PANIC ATTACK THAT DAY AS AN ACCESSORY
SO EVERYDAY BETWEEN NOW AND THEN
I HAVE TO STEEL MYSELF OUT OF ANXIETY TO SAVE THE FEW CHILL PILLS I DO HAVE
I ALSO NEED TO STAY SOBER TIL THEN
FOR MY WAISTLINE
AND MY BRAINLINE
I HAVE SO MANY CLOTHES AND NONE OF THEM ARE SUITABLE
AND I WILL PROBABLY HAVE A PANIC ATTACK THAT DAY AS AN ACCESSORY
SO EVERYDAY BETWEEN NOW AND THEN
I HAVE TO STEEL MYSELF OUT OF ANXIETY TO SAVE THE FEW CHILL PILLS I DO HAVE
I ALSO NEED TO STAY SOBER TIL THEN
FOR MY WAISTLINE
AND MY BRAINLINE
I HAVE SO MANY CLOTHES AND NONE OF THEM ARE SUITABLE
art show insomnia
i finally stopped deluding myself
over how fucking behind and ill-prepared i am for this
i awoke at 4am
swiftly thought myself into hysterics
and still
i have done nothing more about it
over how fucking behind and ill-prepared i am for this
i awoke at 4am
swiftly thought myself into hysterics
and still
i have done nothing more about it
Monday, September 22, 2008
this is why
you hate me because you are sick of yourselves
you are bored and boring and ordinary
you cannot purchase interesting
you can't just one day suddenly become deep
depth about fabricated nite's out don't count
also
posturing with cigarettes
sitting on sidewalks
posed moments
after hours
then writing about it like, oh, so important?
doppleganging yourself and your friends
encircling your own circles
killing the scene, not the way you think i mean
when it passes and it's over what profound witticism will you concoct
you are bored and boring and ordinary
you cannot purchase interesting
you can't just one day suddenly become deep
depth about fabricated nite's out don't count
also
posturing with cigarettes
sitting on sidewalks
posed moments
after hours
then writing about it like, oh, so important?
doppleganging yourself and your friends
encircling your own circles
killing the scene, not the way you think i mean
when it passes and it's over what profound witticism will you concoct
crepe
i just realised that i did not crap yet today
it's ok though
cos i am pretty sure that i did so
yesterday
based on today's diet so far i feel like i probably won't be crapping today
unless i do a bunch of coke
or i'm out at a bar and someone starts telling me a coke story
or i starve myself til dinner then have a glass of red wine and a caesar salad and you tell me a long pointless story i can't get out of listening to
then i will for sure shit myself
crapping is important because it is my only weight loss regime
i feel like laxatives would be cheating haha but coke isn't
i don't do coke anymore
anyway i will let you know what's up later cos i know you want to know and care
it's ok though
cos i am pretty sure that i did so
yesterday
based on today's diet so far i feel like i probably won't be crapping today
unless i do a bunch of coke
or i'm out at a bar and someone starts telling me a coke story
or i starve myself til dinner then have a glass of red wine and a caesar salad and you tell me a long pointless story i can't get out of listening to
then i will for sure shit myself
crapping is important because it is my only weight loss regime
i feel like laxatives would be cheating haha but coke isn't
i don't do coke anymore
anyway i will let you know what's up later cos i know you want to know and care
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