I received some not so pleasant emails from someone who found my Cozies For A Cause website. It could have been through Bust Magazine's link pages or Planned Parenthood...I don't know or care. But here was my response.
" Yo, I understand completely that everyone is entitled to their own opinion and that's just peachy keen, but I have a right to my own as well...so either don't look at the website and do your own thing, or shut your pie hole. Maybe in your opinion I am a "sinner" and I will burn in the "deep, dark depths of the Devil's underground" (your words, not mine)...but I'll take my chances. Maybe damnation isn't so bad. Hell (no pun intended), start an abstinence program...do something productive with your passion for the lack of booty action. That's cool in my book and I'll donate. If giving 10 bucks will keep you from bugging me then it's worth it. Have a good one, bro.
"
I'm just sayin'.
Ok, so maybe he does.
Well I have ANOTHER job as of yesterday...which is a thrill of course. I also got my back paycheck and had a nice visit with my mumsy and grammie. We decided it would be a good idea to see a movie and what do they want to see? Sex In The City. Yes. Possibly one of the most awkward movies to see with your mother and grandmother. Oy. Wait, I take that back. Here is a list of movies I have seen with them:
So I've embarked on a fundraising project these last couple weeks. It's called Cozies For A Cause and it's a safe sex campaign that raises money for HIV/AIDS Services, Inc. of Grand Rapids, MI and Planned Parenthood of West and Northern Michigan. At $5 bucks a pop, I am hand sewing and making felt condom "cozies" and all the proceedsare going to the two organizations.
Seriousely. Either way, I'm living in Traverse City offically for the summer, which is pretty alright in my book. I'll admit, I'm a sap and I miss mi familia, but I'll get over it.
I'll be updating when I feel like dragging my ass to the library, so don't be a d-bag.
Only not really. I'm actually going to be with lots of people I suppose. Either way, I can't help but feel sad about heading up north. It's a weird feeling. Blarg.
So I was listening to some Rilo Kiley this afternoon, it seemed like a Jenny Lewis sort of day. Man, I would do all sorts of nasty things to that gal. Well not really. I would mostly just lick her face. It's so damn cute, I can't help myself. I also decided that it would be an Eisley evening.
"Do you remember how it was whenwe were fascinators?"
"Vintage People" - Eisley
Perfection. If you haven't heard them yet, check it out man.
Time for dinner with the folks.
Keep on keepin' on.
So I was "surfing the web", as you kids like to say, and I decided to see if I couldn't find a pretty scarf to wear rather than my same old ones I always have on. Don't worry, I wash them. Sure, I saw alot of pretty fabrics...gauzy, cotton, silk, glitter, ect...but THIS one is truely a golden nugget! Granted, it might be a wee bit gaudy, but fuck it, I don't care. It's feels pretty. Purim may have come and gone, but I think this one would be great this summer. Plus, it's called Queen Ester. Who doesn't want to be Queen Ester? I don't know if I can justify $20.00 for it though, but the shipping is only $1.95 anywhere. Meh, I'll think about it I suppose. I'd love it in the light pink, blue or white. Maybe I wouldn't look like a pirate.
I have created the world's cutest squid stuffie. Well I guess it's the world's greatest to me because I've never been able to make one that doesn't look like a dong.
His name is Pierre and he is fraunch.
