Category 2000-2011

francisesesesin Boston

How is it exactly that we both call each other Francis? A fascination with the Gertrudes and Henriettas of the world: bad names usually indicate an awkwardness. How many Gerties have you known/ Hermans, Olgas, and Francises? We all have… Continue Reading →

Vulvic cream cheese and other early morning musings

My little muppet Asa, spewed like a gallon of vulvic fluid (ie the discharge following the blood-filled heat) all over my bed. So Francis is asleep behind me on the couch waiting for the fluidy crappo to be released from… Continue Reading →

FRancessa and deAa go to Boston

So I lost my job in a very uncool way-(I did nothing wrong), and now I am without a pretty cushy income. Oh well. In response to the complete and utter unpopularity of brown, I now give you both; blonde… Continue Reading →

Get down with Brown

So everyone knows my theories on haircolor, and how basically I see brown as a very average hair color that never belonged on my above average head. That is how it grows, and that was not how it was to… Continue Reading →

oohhh. New tattoos

So I finally finished something-namely the tattoos that I had unfinished for so long that are finally coming together in a sort of upper/lower body piece of sorts. I am getting my fire arm and water arms meeting soon in… Continue Reading →

The rain has fallen and everything makes sense again

Drama in personal experiences ended once communication was sought-funny how upset you can get when you don’t know what is going on. This can all be quelled with the standard release of information, and emotions; these can still clip you… Continue Reading →

Funny things about life

Why it is that I continually have expectations of people who don’t necessarily deserve the testing involved that life throws us on a daily basis. So-I care about someone, and he doesn’t really have the capability of understanding it or… Continue Reading →

Money $ money $

So, I am not really into the celebrity factor. I find it funny that 150 people can be wrapped around the block on the weekends, waiting to get up to my bar. I mean, do people really expect that they… Continue Reading →

Tired girls get all the goods

So work last night went swimmingly enough. At one point early on I noticed a guy who had a big Steve O tattoo on his back and made fun of him for the horrendous quality of the work, as well… Continue Reading →

Summer summersunn sunnn

Thank god for the lovely sun which has pervaded my spirits this season, a welcome change from last year’s mostly rain, mostly pissed-me-off weather patterns. Things have certainly taken an upturn. Productivity in mind and opportunities have paved their way… Continue Reading →

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