Where are all my impeccable, dope readers from London? Why aren’t they showing me the best spots? I can only hang around the Kingsland bars so much before it wears out. Entertain me marlowetatiana@gmail.com
As I sit in bed with the dress from new years eve still on, I can’t figure out whether the aching I’m feeling is from a hangover or from developing cavities because I drink malibu and coke all the time.
2010 seems like such a perfect number, last night the fact that I’m superstitious came up in conversation a lot. I’ll believe in 11:11, new years eve, knocking on wood, astrology etc, because those things keep me sane. I’ll keep faith in this year even if you don’t.
I miss New York in the summer, the smell of Sabrett stands and the stickiness of wearing next to nothing. Happy New Year.
Good luck, I love you.
You were a piece of shit!!!!!!
I mean, er, I learned a lot…I read a lot, I cried a hella lot, you got me into Gaga! You got me out of promiscuity and into real fun relationships! You taught me how to live off no money at all! Depravity! I learned how to drink less because of it! I smoked too much weed! I hung out with too many sensitive skaters! I realized all my friends were crazy! I realized half of those friends didn’t actually care about anyone but themselves! I realized that all my friends were moving away! I realized that boys 18-22 are going through a “phase” that I can’t understand! I was followed home by crackheads! There were pornos being filmed in my living room! I found out I was a target for a smear campaign led by lazy old bitches! I mixed too many prescriptions with other things! I made scenes at restaurants! I realized that publications kind of suck! Being an intern only pays if they serve you alcohol at their events! People should realize how pathetic they are! Avid internet people are weird!
Cont’d tomorrow.
Send me your NYE resolutions! I’ll write back and give you fun advice!
marlowetatiana@gmail.com
-Why do you do it?
-I’ve gotta do it for all the girls in middle America who only wish they were doing what I do.
-Excuses.
-That has always made me feel better about drinking so much.
for those who were hoping that i would get “better”, i feel i’m becoming worse by the day. i’m practically becoming a personification. i haven’t always been so, vociferant? eeek
my new years resolutions:
One of the worst things I think I do is when I walk around and see things and think, that would make a nice photo, but the effort of taking my camera out and stopping seems so drastic I never do. Or maybe I don’t know the person very well but I still want the photo, but the fact I’m so reluctant stops me from doing it at all. I have to stop and just say “Fuck it” like a lot of other things I over think. Just take the fucking photo.
Finish my long fiction
Do what I came to do in London, no stops, remember?
Try to be less hard on myself and other people, my expectations for things are high which isn’t a bad thing, but when they aren’t fulfilled instead of totally writing that person, or that thing off, have more faith.
Smoke and Drink in moderation, err yeah.
Get an intern to do html for me (ha)
Learn to be alone and not be lonely
Resign, Resolve, Progress
Develop different perspectives by empathy
Create my personal work website, cause I’m growing up and should have one
Roadtrip around the French country side
err, I can’t think of anything else right now…
send me yours too, I want to know.
marlowetatiana@gmail.com
Me and Daniel were in line to take out money at the Natwest at Liverpool Street, and this man asked us for money, and personally I really don’t like how people ask for money at bank machines here, it’s a bit presumptious and vaguely sinister. We didn’t have any change, and he was like “don’t be so selfish, I hope you rot in hell.” Oh London, you’re so endearing. Good start for christmas grocery shopping! It’s our first christmas on our own, so we’re having a dinner party at the “orphanage”. Baileys for everyone, all the time.
I hope everyone has a lovely and safe christmas, and even if you’re not with your loved ones be merry! I hope you get everything you want and more. 2010 feels like it’s going to be an extremely good year, you know even numbered years have always been the best.
We’re compiling a playlist for the dinner party, my favourite Christmas song on it is,
Dum Dum Girls and Crocodiles - Merry Christmas Baby (Please Don’t Die) the best! Dance around the tree for me, we don’t have one, but I think I’m going to buy a wreath to wear on my head tomorrow.
I (even) love you. Be safe!
Oh, and by writing that last post I didn’t mean for you to send me links with people who write more blogs like that.
I wonder if, by saying that Platform and Vice use basically the same template for their websites, will ruin all chances for me to contribute to either of them. Ha, my bad. Sometimes I get confused which one I’m on, their tends to be a lot of posts about living with prostitutes and boobs (I tend to read those?). I always get really scared thinking that once people get really bored of seeing that shit the world is going to go totally opposite and become prim&prude, so I’m kind of glad they exist. Keeping the world degenerate and livable…
Sometimes I wonder if, as a girl writer, I would get more readers by writing about relationships and boys, apparently it’s a trend on people’s blogs. I do admit that I read some things, but to be honest a lot of it is really typically “feminine” or “masculine”, whatever connotation those words have anymore. They also are huge fans of the exclamation point(!)
I’m not going to say, “who the fuck cares about what this person is doing with their lives”, lets be honest, we’re all inherently bored, even if you hate the person you’ll still read/look/watch, especially, even. I’m not saying only girls have those blogs, there are a lot of guys doing the same thing, some in a more graphic, disgusting way. Ahem Tucker Max (I just heard about him a few weeks ago and was totally deeesgusted by him). How any girl ever gets into bed with him after realizing who he is deeserrrves whatever she gets.
But, I mean, if anything I like my privacy, or at least being able to choose who knows what. If everyone just said everything about their lives on an open forum, how boring would it be to hear it? Like, oh shit, I know you did that and that and that, I read about it and it sounded way better than you telling me the story. It freaks the fuck out of me when people I don’t know are at a bar and look at me like they know shit on me. Discretion, discretion, discretion…at least until it’s over and done with and even then, keep some details for yourself. What would you have to say to people when they asked you about the subject of how you approach relationships and sex, in person? “Read my blog, cause I’m just going to sound repetitive”?
As well, I’m QUITE interested to know how any of these boys or girls manage to bed anyone if the person knows what they do after the person leaves the morning after? If they’re ok with that, that’s a bit odd. I guess the internet creates new fetishes…
The internet turns you into an exhibitionist, to have tricks up your sleeves (when met in reel life), you’ve gotta have sleeves?
This isn’t Sex and The City, where all your boyfriends supposedly don’t read about your relationship in the paper. They’ll read and in the end you’ll be totally screwed, it’s like those photos of you half naked in a club bathroom, everyone knows about them, seen them, and sent them to their friends. You’d have to be shamelessly into embarrassing people you’ve been with too, which I mean you may feel like doing in the beginning, but really, let’s all play nice.
(On second thought, maybe I should start, it would be so much easier, it would be like having a huge sign on my forehead that said “STAY AWAY”, I wouldn’t have to ward people off with my whole monologue, maybe it’s like purging your dirty laundry? Refreshing? Empowering? Worth it?)
