Hi, I’m still on Tumblr sometimes, I guess I can’t stay away too long. My hair just improves as time goes on.

My hair is a thing of wonder right now.

Also, I would like to say that it’s still impossible to out-shoe or out-tacky me. 3/4s of these were pretty much $free.99, and that makes me the happiest of clams.

So, the reason I don’t use Tumblr much anymore is because my computer refuses to let it work. If you’re rad/we’ve chatted and you wanna add me on Facebook/stalk me on instagram, just message me and it shall be done. However, I’m gonna do my best to use this shit again!

I don’t think Tumblr is missing out much on my life - I’ve cut/shaved half of my hair off, got the fuck out of my 9-5 and currently have a job doing makeup which I seriously enjoy, party when I have a day off, and live in the record store every chance I get - nothin’ too exciting that the internet would care about. Oh, I saw Brian Setzer last month, that was somethin’!

Come find me elsewhere on the internet, buds. 

Got me a new bowler; I’m ready to join the sad-looking clown circus.

Everyone in my house is seriously preparing for Count Stormula this week. Roughly translated into: stocked up on liquor and singing Fischer Price cow flashlights.

The happiest thing my feverish/ill ears have heard today: “JESS, COME DOWN HERE, IT’S BEER THIRTY.”

<3 

*West side story snapping*

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Aaaaand I actually found a job that I really love. Learning a lot about makeup-artistry, color theory, sales skills, all sorts of shit. Plus everyone I work with is a doll, and we genuinely enjoy each others company. I came in with half of my hair chopped off & shaved, and I got nothing but compliments, I can show up with my typical drag makeup, clunky studded boots, and there’s not much I have to change about myself to be accepted there. It’s a nice change.

Last night was rad - billiards & overthrowing the terrible music on the jukebox for some quality shit. Johnny Thunders, Stray Cats, some Doo wop, the Clash, Psychedelic Furs, we chased out the Nickelback fans. It’s always so comforting to come here, I essentially grew up in this room.

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Spending entirely too much time at the record store lately. “Too much time” is 1-5 hours a day, three to 5 times a week. Perks/downfalls to having a best friend workin in that cave!

I’m already over pumpkin-everything season. It’s now officially egg nog and clashing-plaid season. 

Should not be allowed to shop in St Marks.