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I've been so lazy lately I just go to work, come home, eat and watch Rome. The series rules in case you haven't checked it out (it's as epic as this picture).


Cameron and I decided they must have some sort of nudity quota to meet every week or something though because there's always some inappropriate sordid love affair going on that sometimes seem unnecessary or incongruous with the plot. Anyway it's a good show and I'm spending all of my money at blockbuster to keep up.

The store is coming along well. I dusted like a crazy person all day today, it was nasty but worth it.

In other random news, I think I decided Lindsay Lohan is my fashion inspiration. I think it's just because she's such a hot mess that's always hung over and in public fights with her boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever it is at the time. She just looks dirty and awesome, I love it. I also really like the way all the cigarette smoke and booze have made her face look a smidgen like aged leather, it works for her. Haha maybe I have a twisted perfective on these things but I guess that's why people think I'm original.

I mean seriously, she's not even wearing pants, just sort of letting her shirt be a loin cloth. You know she's not wearing a bra (because she's like totally a lesbian now) and although her weight frequently fluctuates between healthy and cocain addict her breasts always stay the same size (ginormous). AND ftw her little sister is wearing the same tights, sans loin cloth, with her cleavage hanging out and she still looks like less of a hussy.
I love LiLo
New look for the spring: not giving a fuck. Get into it.

Vice magazine put out a guide to Richmond in which they insinuated that the city is full of a bunch of dirty, slacker, artsy, bike kids with no jobs. I know what they're getting at, they're talking about me, my friends and the people that go to the bars that we go to. But it sure couldn't have fallen into my hands at a more annoying time when I'm trying to work my ass off to pay rent, health insurance, bills and buy cat food for my obese, food-obsessed cat who eats mostly out of anger because I'm working all day.
REALLY the people that don't have jobs, that lay around all day drinking beer at 9 am and going to dance parties and cool bars and riding their sweet fixed gears- yeah they are 90% new kids from the beach or nova who have lived here for a year in the dorms and think they're hot shit. The major selling point of this city in the article is that it's a place where the kids are too cool to care how cool you are. Well then I'm the coolest kid on earth because I don't give a crap how dirty you are, who you slept with or why you think you're the awesomest new guy on the block with your new tattoos that you hide from your mom and your shiny new bike that you paid for with your mom's credit card. As far as I'm concerned everyone can go back where they came from and stop acting like they run this town while they run it into the ground. I will fight everyone and win.

Anyway rant rant... Here's a picture of me pouting after a cockroach jumped on me and scared the crap out of me!

Photo of Kath shooting Raquel and my little legs holding up a reflector.