| Mar 13/08/ | My friends are awesome… and crazy | ||
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My friend, photographer Phil Peterson, whose pictures of roller derby and burlesque girls you have seen on my blog, well… he went off to Afghanistan to work as an embedded photojournalist. Without, y’know, TELLING ANYONE. (This now makes the second friend of mine who has fucked off to Afghanistan this year. My friend Glen is now a combat psych somewhere out there as well. Far braver than me, boys. Far, far braver.) Uncategorized :: no comments | |||
| Mar 03/08/ | 31 times around the sun | ||
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Happy birthday, Serpico. I love you. Uncategorized :: no comments | |||
| Mar 01/08/ | “I am Hope” | ||
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| Jan 18/08/ | Oh. My. Fucking. God. | ||
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Want a whole new way to feel special? How about your own personal paparazzi? … … (Yeah, that lasted for like, 5 seconds) Look - I understand the need to feel special and unique. Myself, I have an ongoing problem with terminal uniqueness - I mean for fuck’s sake, here I am, blabbing away on the internets, posting my work, and in general shouting “notice me!” to an unknown amount of strangers. I like attention (ahem, Cancer with Leo rising, hel-loooo!), and I have often fallen on my face when trying to get it. But I recognize this for what this is, and, this… this is not a lifestyle for me, y’know? I do not make my life about posting on the internets, putting up half-nekkid pictures and expecting to be patted and petted and treated like a celebrity. I post my blatherings and my work as a means to an end, and never as an end in and of itself. I think that I have… perspective. So, why am I getting so worked up? Because I think the entire country, and parts of the rest of the world (UK, I’m looking at YOU!) have become infected with the Hollywood Virus. You may have heard me talk about it before - it’s the thing that happens to otherwise perfectly normal people when they get too close to Hollywood. They… shift. They get so close to the unique specialness that Hollywood provides that they begin acting in ways they could never have imagined before. It’s not just greed… or hell, maybe it is? Maybe wanting to be a celebrity is another kind of greed, a craving for attention that just consumes you, till the next thing you know, you have sold out your friends, your morals, your… (Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Am I punkrockranting about people SELLING OUT? Jesus, I hope not.) SO WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY IS… why on EARTH would anyone PAY to be chased by faux-parazzi? Is this the same thing that drives people to audition for reality shows, or make fools of themselves on American Idol? Why on EARTH would you want to do something like that with your life? CAN’T YOU SEE THEY ARE ALL LAUGHING AT YOU? (This, of course, does not include anyone on my beloved Project Runway. They are all spiritual beings on a higher plane. Especially Tim Gunn.) Maybe the laughing isn’t loud enough. Maybe every person who tries to get on reality tv thinks to themselves “It will be different for me. I won’t be like those others - everyone will see me for the unique beautiful creature I am, and America (and parts of Western Europe) will love me. Unconditionally. And no-one will ever take photos of my blood stained crotch and publish them on the internets.” Dear people who try out for reality tv, rent paparazzi, or try REALLY HARD to become celebrities without having any disernable talent except for the ability to get a lot of plastic surgery: Knock it off. You are freaking me out. Love, Laurenn Uncategorized :: 5 comments | |||
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Jan 07/08/ | “You are my people, you are all my people…” | |
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Hey! Internet peeps! I need a favor: I’d have to turn down the pony, however. Fuckers are impossible to feed. Uncategorized :: 7 comments | |||
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Dec 29/07/ | Totally stolen from Jezebel | |
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“…This is a real paradox for me: My entire life I’ve been told I wasn’t pretty enough. My entire life I was told by people that I was ugly, that I was too tall, that I was flat-chested, that I was this, that I was that. When I was a stripper I was never quite pretty enough. I was never one of the beautiful girls. I was never one of the top earners. Suddenly I achieve something in my life that is purely intellectual and purely creative, and I’m being told that it’s because I’m pretty. To me that is the weirdest, most ironic thing ever. Like all of a sudden I’m attractive when it suits people’s purposes. But in the past when I needed to be attractive I was ugly. So let’s pick. Which is it?” — Juno screenwriter Diablo Cody Have I mentioned that Jezebel is my favorite blog evar? It totally is. Even though they talk about the getting drunk a leetle too much for my comfort zone, but, hey - everyone needs a thing, y’know? Speaking of things: A) - I won an iPhone at my new job. Which is hilarious and awesome, and keeps me from wanting to slit my wrists ou of boredom at said new job. Why oh why did I ever think I could do corporate drudgery? Oh yeah… paycheck. Grr. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RICH AND FAMOUS BY NOW, UNIVERSE! WHAT GIVES? How did I end up poor and infamous? Jeez. B) - If you cannot tell, I am feeling a little sorry for myself at the moment. I shall knock it off in short order, but for right now, I am mired in a a massive “poor poor me” sulk. C) - Adjusting to Vegas is hard. I am so homesick I can barely even think about Kelly Sue or Henry without bursting into tears. I miss my sponsor, I miss my meeting, I even miss the freaking SNOW. I know stuff will change - it has to, right? I mean, I’ll make friends and everything, won’t I? Won’t I? OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE OH MY GOD. D) - Vegas is very dry. Seeing that it is a desert, I should not be so surprised. But I am. I have turned into an itchy alligator creature. Who is sulking about it. E) - Bunny has discovered the joys of cat poop. Oh jesus. Ok, I am going to Target now. THE EXCITEMENT NEVER STOPS IN SIN CITY. Uncategorized :: 6 comments | |||
| Dec 01/07/ | Um, I uh… totally moved. AM moving. Well, no, wait… moved. | ||
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So, without really meaning to do it so quickly, I have left KCMO, and now reside in Nevada. (Which is pronounced Ne-VAAAAAH-da, not Ne-AHHH-da, and if you say it wrong people laugh at you, and by people I mean Getchell.) Bunny is staying with Tony & Kara till I can get back to KC to get her. Hilariously, it looks like I will be making the drive cross-country TWICE - once after I fly back to get Bunny, my car and whatever I can fit in my car, and once to pack everything in a truck and paint my apt white. THAT is how I will be spending New Years, people. In a truck stop outside of Gallup New Mexico, with all my worldly possessions, praying that it doesn’t snow. Me = retard. Yus. So, I’ll be back in KC briefly on the 14th, then again Xmas day till prolly the 28th. If you are in town, and want to say bye, please lemme know. If you are in Vegas and would like to welcome me to the godless wasteland that is my new home, please do that as well. In other news? Someone I don’t even know went and got my art tattooed on her arm: | |||
| Nov 29/07/ | But I believe in spring… | ||
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A new print available on my Etsy site. I plan on doing one for each season - Fall is going to be next. Partially inspired by the Mucha series, I wanted to try my hand at working in a more painterly style, and also, it makes me happy to think of burlesque babes as the seasonal symbols. Burlesque all year round! Uncategorized :: 2 comments | |||
| Nov 18/07/ | All the awesome | ||
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Some pics from Art Tarts and Gravity Plays Favorites at Dr. Sketchy’s.
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| Nov 15/07/ | Xmas MADNESS | ||
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New items up on my Etsy site: Xmas Cards!
6 cards, 2 of each design. I can also put together a set of a single design for you, if you’d like. Pinup set!
3 prints, matted on red, and in a box. C’mon people - help me pay my (very late) rent! Uncategorized :: 1 comment | |||
