a danceable solution to teenage revolution

i can't do this anymore unless i want to drill a hole into the side of my head.

wow today was...horrible. the weather is nice, my ginger boyfriend always makes me happy and my hangover vanished really quickly (thank you veronica's magic mexican tonic). but then that asshole diva came in bitching about the place and then some women came in and totally just made me want to punch them in the face. i brought the print they wanted down and they INSPECTED THE FRAME which was like huh what? and there was a tiny little streak of whatever on the side and they freaked out and asked if they could get a discount. first of all, if you didnt notice the scratch on the thing while you were looking at it then obviously it isnt a big deal and you should get the fuck over it. second we're a goddamn non profit so if you want to take money away from saving the planet then i dont even know. so i tell them no discounts and they were like oh well then. they still bought it. then they freaked out because i added the tax. i mean they seriously freaked out when i told them the total with the tax. OH NO YOU CANT DO THAT BECAUSE YOURE SHIPPING IT OUT OF STATE. i dont know this stupid shit so i just did it because i just dont want to deal with stupid bitches. thankfully there was no hissy fits, but i am so disoriented from all this stupidity that my day is such shit...

i dont know if this would be considered bad service but i mean, its not something to totally flip a bitch over. i mean theyre fucking chairs its not like we can't give you information about the life of your children or something. we don't have the designers information, the inventory manager does and no we're not going to give you her info because it would be inappropriate to contact her out of her work hours. this guy was totally queening out and asking "have you people worked here long? i mean you dont know anything!" look guy, if you asked us about the photos we could tell you the world over what theyre about because if you havent noticed we're a PHOTOGRAPHY gallery. ok so its WEIRD oh my god its so fucking WEIRD isnt it. get over yourself. if we dont have the contact information, we dont have the contact information and you should just accept that. go somewhere else PLEASE no one wants your diva attitude here.

ever since these stupid goddamn fucking chairs have come in its been like some bigass nightmare after the other and whenever people look at them im always like please dont ask me about the chairs please dont ask me about the chairs. god fucking dammit.

I used to wait for you. Days would go by before I got a text or a hello, but I was so elated to finally hear from you that I ignored all the signs.

I forgot that I deserve better. I forgot that I actually need someone who's going to uplift and adore me, worship me, love me completely, just as I loved you. But I'll never get that from you.

I'll never get the sweet note or that hug or the awkward hand holding. I'll never be able to hold you again, to kiss you and run my fingers along your collar bone; you're simply too cruel. I can't deal with the insensitivity and the cutting jokes. I can't deal with the degrading behavior you're so trapped in.

You're sorry? Well that's wonderful, but I don't want apologies. I want a change in behavior, a change in character, and I'm not going to ask that of you because I know you too well. This is who you are, this is how you are, and I'm not supposed to try and change that. I'm accepting you as You, and moving on.

I'm falling out of love.

what? huh? of course you can look around. why do people ask this? obviously we're some sort of shop and you look around shops. and obviously those two posters are 25 bucks. what is your problem lady?

omg these weird women just standing outside the doors its like just stop go away.

im not an expert on the goingson in venice. i dont know when the next art walk is. if you really want to know you can go on this thing called the internet and then look it up. do i look like a google search engine or something?

also im drawing some badass warrior women to pass the time. trying to get in touch with my inner panther lady like tori said i should. even though these are more like wolf ladies.

it may just be me but i find it a little unnerving and rude to put unsuspecting people on our mailing list just because the so happen to be in the area or part of a foundation that would be relevant to our exhibits. a few people have called before a little perturbed that they received our mail and asked to be removed. oi.

already in the span of less than a minute a few weirdos came into the gallery.

the first was an old woman (this seems to be a trend) that asked if she could look around. no, lady, you can't i mean we're not a merchant business or anything. ffs. so she wandered around upstairs for a while then came back down "lovely gallery" she said, as they usually do, and then she asked if she could have the owners' information. excuse me, what? do you just go into mcdonalds and ask for the owner's information? no. in most scenarios you dont give out personal shit, i mean seriously are you new?

then these two other old ladies came in asking for MORE INFORMATION ON ROBERT TURNER, and then realized there was a postcard on the counter for her to peruse thank god i didnt want to explain this and that. then one of them asked IS THIS THE GUY WHO DIED and im like wtf kind of a question is that? i said no that was galen rowell, who was also another nature photog blah blah blah and she asked OH DO PEOPLE COME IN OFTEN AND ASK THAT?...WTF NO. people dont know who these people are most of the time and wtf kind of a question is that? do you want to not feel like the only idiot who has come in here and asked such a ridiculous question? fyi you're a loon. thanks and gtfo.

oh boy.

i still dont understand why people think this place isnt free to enter. i mean...its an art gallery and we sell shit why would we make you pay to come in? do you not have any concept of galleries? that theyre not museums? have you ever BEEN to an art gallery? christ..

someone wants to negotiate a price on a print we have in here. for some reason, this seems tacky to me. especially since the money goes to charity. i mean, how cheap are you?

also some guy, who seemed a little foreign, came in and asked if we needed an extra hand around the place. what? no seriously, what the hell? he said he needed cash because he's traveling. was he a bum? im not too sure.

i dont like the massive amount of phone calls im getting today. i dont want to pick up the phone.

really? REALLY? you come into the gallery to pet the stuffed moose in the nook? christ almighty. i havent really encountered any weirdos today since im hiding upstairs but the few who have come in...one woman was like 'you know you shouldnt have these prices too low or else people think youre cheap and crazy" or something along those lines and im like...wait, huh? just no.

i've been watching the people go by on the street from upstairs and its sort of surreal all these freaks and tourists in one place. there are SO MANY cute dogs though i want to steal them all.

but its way too busy. i had to park three blocks away instead of in the garage, and it took me ten minutes to get a coffee at abbot's when it usually just takes three. sometimes i hate crowds and then sometimes i love them.

omg urban outfitters you are impossibly ridiculous

after writing a lengthy paper about phrenology for my thesis class last semester i've been looking for one of these heads AND ALAS YOU DELIVER YOU HIPSTER FREAKS. i think i might just get it, i mean, it says its a JEWELRY STAND. wtf.

ok some toothless guy just came in trying to hawk his bad paintings and i was like dude we're a nature and wildlife PHOTOGRAPHY gallery and he's like oh well then and then started going on about this woman who does paintings of animals that are SO GOOD and im like dude if theyre realistic im sure theyre crap and shouldnt be recognized because thats not art that's just shit and means nothing. i dont understand why people want to just talk meaningless bullshit just leave PLEASE.

and now someone just called, presumably some old bat, about how our website isnt informative enough and what events we have and that like we have different events that arent on our schedules but someone told her to go on facebook but she said that its just easier to pick up the phone. yoiu know what lady? fuck you. just go on goddamn facebook and look it up for fuck sake it isn't that hard.

ok dude just because youre wearing a fedora with a bigass feather does not make you cool. youre a middle aged la guy who has no sense of style and you should feel bad for even thinking you could wear something like that.

http://theguide.latimes.com/art/l-a-in-wein-wein-in-l-a-event

really LA times? REALLY? you can't fucking get the name of a city right? it's WIEN not WEIN. WEIN is wine you dipshits.

i watched melinda and melinda with lahaina last night and i feel like an hour and a half of my life has been completely wasted. am i a bad person for not liking woody allen? granted i've only seen three of his movies, but each time it just felt ridiculously forced. especially this movie. it read like a play instead of a movie, which you know is great and all for plays, but it just didn't translate at all. the actors were stiff and annoying and it wasn't funny or moving in any way. its just the same rehashed bourgeois new yorkers that do "cultured" things and are so "cultured" and go see operas and know everything about classical music and theater and play three instruments and have creative jobs in entertainment blah fucking blah. their lives are sooooo terrible because they have steady jobs that pay for their lavishly decorated brownstone houses on the upper whatever side. the whole thing just seemed awkward and it didn't flow whatsoever. the way it was shot way sloppy as well. maybe this is my annoyance with movies right now. or the fact that i can't stand watching movies about tortured upper middle class wackjobs.

the whole time i was thinking "get the fuck over yourself". that should tell you something.

Winx's movie rating: computa says NO

i want this. i want a cutesy apron.

also i've been seeing girls wearing shit that elaine benes wore on seinfeld. why the fuck did the 90s have to come back of all decades?