My photos and show review for Light Asylum!! →
They played Tuesday at The Echoplex with The Present Moment, Gatekeeper, and Salem
They’re fucking gross, man. Look, I love beautiful girls too. I think everyone should be free to have their knee socks and their sweaty shorts, but I’m over it. I’m over this weird, exhausted girl. I’m over the girl that’s tired and freezing and hungry. I like bossy girls, I always have. I like people filled with life. I’m over this weird media thing with all this, like, hollow-eyed, empty, party crap.
In the morning I refuse to speak to my girlfriend in anything but grunts. If she wants more than that she’ll have to text me.
I love you!!!
I was just going through really really old photos that I posted here a long time ago and saw this one. Sarah Silverman cutting my hair.
Taken in my back yard about 11 or 12 years ago. The original tumblr post said something about how I wish she’d come over now and cut off some of my fat.
*YAWN!*
Something about this place makes me sleepy-ish. I guess because it’s so calm here. After working in Publishing, this calmness really hits the spot. I mean it’s sort of a similar corporate environment but at the publishing job there was never any end in sight for my work. And everything was a last minute request. And by last minute I mean, someone meant to send it to me a month ago and they forgot so now they need it right this second and it would’ve been great to get it a month in advance because it takes at least two months to do. It was nuts. Always behind and as soon as you think you’re done, someone drops a “small request” in your lap that requires you to stay until 10pm every night and still have to bring work home. I used to cry like 2-3 times a week haha.
And in this position I’m just the assistant so I really don’t have all the pressure that my bosses do. And I have my work but it’s not a crushing amount (nowhere near). I get it done in a timely fashion and no one is breathing down my neck. It’s a nice job and I love it sososososososososo much. Universe? Can I have this one please?
One bad thing about having a black cat is that you can never get a good goddamn picture of him. Oh Giles.
This blog is called “Feathers and Heathers” because my middle name is Heather and my Dad used to tease me by calling me “Coleen Feather” or “Feather Heather” or “Heather Feather” or some combination of it. This is a picture of me and him. I guess it was still 1979 in that picture because I’m still a wee lass. I dunno whose birfday it was though.
