That Is Mahogany

Sometimes things just aren't right to post on tumblr.

Also, sometimes listening to Gangnam Style on repeat is definitely right.

3am on a Friday is the best time for this.

Maybe. I don't know. I need to write something that isn't batman fanfiction (sup I'm a nerd) and my brain has been turned to scrambled eggs from watching Inception and obsessively looking to see when Cobb is and isn't wearing his wedding ring. (It's actually his totem. Look for it, he only wears it in dreams, that spinning top was Mal's totem, he just uses it to see if he's going crazy or not)

Talking of crazy, I must be. I went and deleted Zoolander from my computer. I need Will Farrell screaming that he feels like he's on crazy pills and that foamy lattes make him farty and bloated. I need this because of reasons.

For the past four days, I've been sat in a room bleeding words out of my fingertips. I haven't been able to bring myself to do anything else. I really do feel like I'm on crazy pills. I went outside like 3 times today because I feel like I'm going fucking insane.

Also, I've watched Warrior like 5 times (not exaggerating) and I cry at the end literally every time. My therapist says I like fictional people more than real ones because actors aren't thinking about and doing five things at a time so I actually understand their body language and stuff. If they're what I understand, why wouldn't I like them better? Of course, BradieCat is an exception to this. Not that I 'get' him at all times, I so don't, but I have magical empathy powers where he is concerned. Clearly this is why I married him.

Since melting my hair off, some of my special friends have arrived. By special friends, I mean wigs. This has led to a lot of time spent staring at myself in mirrors. (I say as if that's at all unusual for me to do all the time. Can't help it. Love my face. Not sorry.)

Also, quick everyone go follow Michael Jordan on twitter. It not actually Michael Jordan, but it's the funniest account since Mark Hoppus had an argument with himself about shrimp and prawns and Australians.

I would say my life sucks and is horrid and vile, but that's not actually true. What it actually is, is that in addition to grudgingly adoring Tom Hardy, I go to sleep at 7am and wake up four hours later. Eeevery fucking day. Today, I fell asleep for four hours in the middle of the living room floor. And then we went grocery shopping and I got...

Tomatoes? I literally have no idea what I got because I'm autistic and my short term memory for shit like that (which doesn't matter as I'll know what I've bought if I look in the fridge) is terrible in an abysmally embarrassing sort of way which makes me feel like a fucking dingbat sometimes.

Can I just talk about Bronson for a sec? Because that movie is weirder and more disturbing than Being John Malkovich. Not that either are bad, but puppets are fucking weird and John Malkovich going down on some lady is something, not unlike Tom Hardy's flaccid wang, I could have happily never, ever seen. Unfortunately, I cannot unsee either of these things and they will forever be burned into my brain. This is the part where I would like to quote Jessie Slaughter's dad, but he never said anything fitting.

I feel like I have brain constipation. I'm trying to write everything else here so I can go back to my story. Because I'm Batman and it feels like yoga.

Oh hm. Apparently I wrote everything else. Sleep sounds like the best plan because its 20 to 4.

Lets crack on, shall we? Tally ho and what not.

Hair Cuts

When I was little, I wasn't really allowed to dye my hair crazy colours, but if I wanted blonde bits or highlights or to cut my hair, I could. I used to get tired of my hair and just cut bits off. I can't remember the last time my parents actually told me what to do with my hair. When my age was in single digits, certainly.

Anyway, my parents didn't get mad at me for changing my hair or for getting new shoes dirty on the playground.

Basically, I don't understand why any parent would care.

~adventures in watching mad men, continue~




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I Love:

Collaboration shoes!! (Actually, collaboration most things, like my Vans x Cult handlebar grips for my bike)

But anyway. I love collabs. I've had my Slayer x Vans sk8-hi's for years now, and my Keep-A-Breast x Macbeths for nearly a year, but within the last week or so, I've gotten Star Wars x Black Milk leggings and Hello Kitty x Vans classics and I couldn't be more pleased.

Anyway, I just want to always wear collab vans and stuff.
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Living Canvas

this is the first picture i've gotten to see from sunday's photoshoot and it's SO nice. i can't wait to see the rest!!

Fuck Sake

It's great the I'm getting to do a bunch of photoshoots lately, and I'm really pleased and grateful that people want to work with me and have so many great ideas.

But oh my god, I really detested having to wear full on makeup this whole weekend. Like it looked great and whatever, but guhhh. How can anyone stand wearing this shit eeevery daaay??? Does your face not just refuse?

Anyway, that's me complaining about makeup and stuff. On the bright side, I have a shoot on Friday probably and then maybe another in a week or two. Yay modelling.
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Viva Boston!

(I don't actually know what that means)

Anyway, we're sitting on the Provincetown Ferry and it's just before one as I'm starting this and the water taxi has just pulled up so we'll be leaving soon I think.

The first day of travel was a really rough time. It was just hours trying to sleep on busses. (We've pushed off now)
There was also a bunch of business where Amish guys on our bus kept staring at me. I wasn't even being obnoxious, but they probably just thought me akin to some sort of tropical bird and stared away. Oh well.

We spent the morning in Boston, which was great. We didn't get to see as much as we'd have liked, but I'm sure we'll go back at some point as we're both enamoured with the city. I am very excited for Provincetown. The pressure of sticking to such a rigorous travel schedule has become a bit much and quite stressful, so we've decided to just take things one step at a time, starting by spending 2 nights camping in P-town rather than just the one.

Anyway, short afternoon blog, I'll update again once something more interesting happens.


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Away We Go

Hopefully I've done this correctly and it will turn up as a blog post... (I'm writing from my email on my phone as the new blogger interface makes phone posting very difficult)

We're currently on a Greyhound bus leaving Cleveland for Pittsburgh on our way to Boston. We won't arrive there until tomorrow morning, though. I'm pretty excited as I've always thought Boston was pretty great.

I guess I don't really have much to say about being on a bus all day...
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