I'm on the rag

It's one of those days that I'm just so god damn frocking lazy that I don't want to shower. There are blocks of time where i'm just like, what is the point of washing today? oh yeah, becuase i smell like over ripe casey. in the summer this isn't a problem, im so dirty and icky feeling from being outside, but in the now, the this time of year, the winter, im inside 24/7. NO DIRT.

in other news: oh painting...how you should feel more like a release than a fucking jail cell...but you don't right now.....................

At the vice and virtue ministry we’ll learn our etiquette!
i am a-lovin happy bullets lately.

If I were one of the yale students seelected to do Milgrim's experiment, I would have shocked those vacab-less people until they cried too.

ssssssssssss NO!

it's snowing.
This morning maizie and i had a photo shoot at le cage... some strip/porn/lovely shop on a corner in manchester. When i hear "corner store" I always think of my mum, "go down the street and pick me up some cigs from the corner store." It wasn't even a corner store. ha, le cage isn't either. it should be. every store EVER should be a corner store. none of this flat/doors on the side/ each place stacked right next the other shit.
oh yes, to end that rambly, the shoot got canceled. good. i didnt want to do it anyhow. I've never modeled before for an actual something, for unactual somethings, yes, on many occasions. oh yes, it also wasn't a strip/porn photo shoot, it was just a burlesque type thang... 20's or something....doesnt matter. the snow killed it.

just beat it. beaat be at beeeeeat it.

early in the morn Corey and I started revamping La valse d'Amelie. just piano and flute for now.
the blue violin was just ordered and danni is being a lazy ass.

a lifestyle
grey skirt
mumbling
inaudible fruit lies
only lines
turning into intros
into stories
a life
two students and a teacher understand

Five months ago I was dragged off to a walk-a-thon for cancer victims. If you knew me then you would know why I wouldn't want to go. I love good causes, helping people and the works, but there are other factors.
mrs. hanley was there staring around the track, my computer teacher who I haven't seen stare since middle school. Her hair was brown, shoulder length, and frosted. she had eyeliner on her upper eyelid, Marylyn Monroe style. these things have stayed the same for 6 years. she asked what my sitch was, i told, we had the same diagnosis and she overcame hers as well. Next to her was mrs. piper. I can remember her chalk board voice bellowing at me down the hall to slow down, I only knew her back then from that. Her voice was quite and little toned on the walk-a-thon night. She overheard me talking to mrs. hanley. "Congratulations casey. You look wonderful." me thinking she had overcome hers too says-" oh, congratulations to you too." she smiled a frown and looked away.
word came to me yesterday that mrs. piper died from breast cancer.
congratulations...

my wig that's been propped on my shelf like a horse with a broken leg for the past six months just fell while i was typing that ^
shite like that always happens and nothing really fazes me.
ever.
being de-sensitized. why