i used to be on here a lot a couple of years ago. then i just stopped. now i am back, and trying to make it a longer, active stay.
i like movies, vintage stuff, bizarre stuff, pizza, beer, all things weird and all things beautiful. i admire a few people: mike patton, henry rollins, anais nin, henry miller, frida kahlo, till lindemann and my mom. all the stuff i post is neatly organized (through tags, duh!). just like me, and unlike my life.
proud member of the misandrist feminazi group Glititterati.
pretty simple and pretty complex if you are lucky enough to get to know me. let's go!
shit bitches at work talk about:
shit i talk about at work:
after the party last night the viking and i called a cab to take us home where we could pass the fuck out, naturally. the guy drove up to us, he was looking like a normal cab driver, nothing weird, i guess he just decided we’re from out of town or just very shitfaced (which we were, but we still know how to use our brains when we are, shocking, i know) and the motherfucker drove us around for half an hour when the entire ride only takes 20 minutes if you’re not an asshole trying to rip us off.
the viking was sitting next to me in the back seat, i was starting to get furious when he asked the motherfucker taxi driver what the fuck he was doing. the guy, of course, started explaining how the road he took is the best one and shit like that. the viking then explained to the motherfucker taxi driver that he will not get paid for the ride because he was trying to blatantly rip us off. we were both born and raised in this city. we know it by heart. the motherfucker taxi driver got scared and asked us nicely to get out of the car, which we did, but the motherfucker then decided to call the viking out, from the car, with the window rolled down, like a fucking coward.
the viking then basically jumped on the car and was trying to get this motherfucker out of the car to punch him in the face or something along those lines. i tried stopping him, even though i know there’s no stopping someone as big as him and as infuriated as he was. the best thing about this was that i had enormous high heels and red lipstick on, jumping on the viking’s back. sexy, i know!
and what do you know, just like in the shitty action movies, the cops suddenly pull up to us. the viking was trying to calm himself down, the motherfucker taxi driver started playing the victim card, and i was trying to keep looking hot and be calm. which, of course worked. i told the cops that i can’t believe how rude some people are, trying to rip locals off for some extra cash. i also told them something about it being international women’s day, and the cops looked at my boobs and let us go with a warning.
nobody fucks with us when we’re shitfaced and just wanna get home to our bed to get our beauty sleep. never. ever.