DAY FIFTY ONE

well, last night was fun!! i'm going to start going out in bougie areas a little more.

OH MY GOD CUTE ANIMALS OH OH OH!!

THE GOD OF CAKE AWAITS.

This is what happens when you try to get between me and cake - I silently challenged her to try again to prevent me from obtaining something I wanted. Just once. Just to see what would happen. It didn't matter how violently ill I felt, in that moment, I was a god - the god of cake - and I was unstoppable.

DAY FIFTY POST TWO

me: yay
i took off eye makeup
and can thus sit here
COWORKER: it isn't the best one but it is ok
what why
me: the eye makeup looks way better in the full light
COWORKER: didnt it look good
me: i'll just put it back on
figured it's ok to practice
Sent at 6:30 PM on Thursday
COWORKER: yay
Sent at 6:37 PM on Thursday
me: duuuuuuuuuuuude
it's going to be sooooooooo weird changing here
COWORKER: ask DUDE for tips
Sent at 6:39 PM on Thursday
me: no
i am not asking DUDE for tips
HI DUDE IM GOING TO CHANGE INTO A SLUTTASTIC OUTFIT
COWORKER: hahaha
me: CAN YOU TELL ME HOW TO DO IT

Yes, indeed. Today I came to work wearing but a mild-mannered skirt and pink t-shirt (and awesome green forest boots), and I shall leave wearing some of my new clothes that I had left at various places, an actual pair of high heels, and a pair of tights that has fake holes ripped in it and a ton of makeup. SWANKY JAZZ DJ AND DINNER FOLLOWED BY VERY NICE SWANKY CAFE HERE I COME (ahh, the life of a yuppie). If it wasn't practically impossible for me to get ready eleswhere, I would definitely not do javascript:void(0)it: I felt weird enough walking 5 feet in just makeup, much less the whole getup.

DAY FIFTY!!!!!!

day fifty is the first post, i do believe, that gets its own set of !!!!!!s. ROCK ON DAY FIFTY, YOU'RE GOING QUITE WELL!!!

sad yall. afghanistan back in the day. sad yall too that the US was involved in screwing it all up back in the day with the cold war, screwed it all up with that little funding osama fiasco, and is continuing to screw it up.

i've had a ton of work to do the past week so you may have noticed that my posts are getting a little less link roundupy. i promise to remedy that because i think you probably all come here for a lil dose of ADD and i feel bad for denying you that right.

If I were a rich white guy: by a poor black kid. (Written by a rich white guy.)

DAY FORTY NINE POST FOUR

Write for Rights tonight at LeMan Kultur. Starts at 9 pm. Come and assist Amnesty International and keep pressure on governments and/or individuals that keep political prisoners/violate rights (or, occassionally, governments and/or individuals that are hurting a group's rights).

DAY FORTY NINE POST THREE

OH MYGOD BABY SEAL

The desert's daughters, a study on brothels.

I missed this from the NY Marathon, but it rocks.

DAY FORTY NINE POST TWO

It's not a weasel, it's a martin, says weasel-weilding intruder.

DAY FORTY NINE

FOR VARIOUS REASONS INVOLVING THE MAN TRYING TO KEEP US DOWN THIS PAGE HAS BEEN EDITED

some headlines from today's turkish news:

Zaman: The General Staff makes explanation about reports that soldiers in Edirne were given pork and horse meat: The army is not buying food from that company anymore

Hurriyet: Give my kidney back: Woman who donated her kidney to her husband files suit for divorce and asks her husband to return her kidney

Akşam: Cardiologist in Istanbul beats the anesthetist in front of the patient just before heart surgery