What distinguishes a selfie from an artist’s self-portrait? Look through a selection of photographs: http://nyr.kr/1hzvpEZ
Above: Jun Ahn, “Self-Portrait” (2008)/Courtesy Christophe Guye Galerie, Zürich
I get very nervous being around only white people. Its really only a matter of time before someone says something wildly racist. Double points if they start with, “Im not racist, but-“.
Yes. Yes you are.
Today is brought to you by not murdering everyone in sight because someone used the last of the coffee without fucking replacing it.
I can feel the rage moving under my skin.
Anonymous asked: Your blog is pretty cool! I see you were trying to quit smoking and if you have, good job! If not, then I hope you lowered your number of smoke breaks! <3
Thank you! I actually did quit smoking. My last one was on Thanksgiving 2013. I sometimes really miss those cancer sticks, but that’s the part of my brain that wants to kill me. I try to not listen to that part very often. 80% I really like being alive and that’s really good for a misanthrope.
I have a few more agonizing minutes at work and I have to poop so bad. It is making it impossible to do any actual work. I am going back and forth, trying to decide if I will make it home in time or if it is worth just dropping a deuce here.
Okay, fuck it, I am going to take an illegal office duke.
I feel so much better. Don’t deny yourself when you have to make a poop.
The more you know.
I am cleaning/organizing my belongings. It is quite liberating throwing out and giving away items that I no longer use/need. I also get a serious anxiety anytime I watch the show Hoarders. This has bled over to my day to day life and I can now add “becoming a hoarder” to my ever expanding list of irrational fears.
One of the fun things about thoroughly going through my possessions is that I have found really cute things from when I was but a sprite of a girl. I found clothespin dolls I made, a drawing from my sister, and a vhs tape that has Cool Runnings AND Sister Act.
I also found my Barbizon “modeling” pictures from when I was 14 or 15.
Ye gods, they are horrifyingly embarrassing and just oozing of 90s fashion mistakes.
I don’t know if I am brave enough to share these with the internet.
I am also afraid not to share them because they are so bad-good that it’s selfish to keep them to myself.
I AM SO TORN.
I AM WEARING BROWN LIPSTICK AND LIP LINER IN THESE. FUCKINGCHRISTTHATISNOTOKAY.
I MISS SMOKING. I MISS SMOKING. I MISS SMOKING. I MISS SMOKING.
I’m running out of habits that slowly kill me.
Apparently I was under the impression that I would have a smug sense of superiority for quitting smoking. In reality, all I have is a case of the sadz.