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[12 Nov 2021|11:42am] |
Whatever your need OOC.
Comments screened.
Storybook, third person.
AIM is love. Threading is good too.
Hit me up, I don't bite!
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| Pink Picture Post P-nineteen and P-twenty |
[13 May 2012|09:56pm] |
I have an absolutely legit reason for missing the last PPP. I finally opened the book shop! We had a soft opening on Thursday and celebrated for three days, and then had the grand opening on Monday. It's been a really interesting week. It's the first time I've been in the bookshop with someone other than Geoff, Jinx, or Shay. Having so many people in and out has been a little overwhelming. I keep checking in and pinching myself to make sure it's real. I've got a really bruised side from the pinching.
People seem to be fairly pleased with it, even as others have been fairly negative. I'm aware that the world is moving toward electronics. E-books, e-readers, Kindles, Nooks. I get it. Yay technology. But I don't really care. There is nothing like having an actual book. There's a weight and a feeling from holding a book. There are still people out there that would rather have the real thing than the e-version. I doubt that I will ever own any form of e-reader. I couldn't imagine not turning pages, dog earring them, writing notes in the margins, highlighting favorite passages. And before you say it, it's not the same when you do that stuff on a Kindle or a Nook. Plus, there's the smell of books - new and old. If it's not your thing, that's fine. Have your e-readers. More power to you. It is my thing, and I want to give people that feel the same way a place to come.
The people that have come in have really liked the shop. I'm happy about that. I'm proud of seeing my dream come into reality. I don't want to see it crash and burn ever. I'm going to do everything I can to keep it up and running.
So! Info about the book store. The Book Case is open Monday through Friday, 10-5, and Saturday 11-6. It is a new and used book shop. That means there are opportunities to trade in books for credit or different books. There will be a featured book each week, and I will be setting up a book study group. All readers will be welcome to join the group, whether you hold a book or a nook. I'll put out details on that later. All questions can be shot to the shop at [email] or call [number]. OR JUST COME BY! Ok, enough of my shameless promotion.
Book of the week: Charlotte's Web<
On to the pink picture post, now that I've finished rambling about the book shop.
( A picture from the Grand Opening and my pink kitten all grown up. )
OH! Last thing. I got a bet this weekend. He's AWESOME.
( Meet Stumpy. )
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| Pink Picture Post P-eighteen |
[02 May 2012|10:49pm] |
Soft Opening
The Book Case
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Yes, those are my legs. They look long here, even though they're actually kind of short. No, surprisingly, I don't own any pink heels.
I'm letting you guys know about the soft opening here because the paper will be announcing the Grand Opening of The Book Case on Monday. There will be a big party and stuff for the grand opening. The soft opening is just to see what everyone thinks.
I'm about to start vomming rainbows because I'm so guttingly nervous about this thing tomorrow. I know one person will show up, maybe two. Aside from that? I have no idea what is going to happen tomorrow. I really hope that it goes successfully. I don't want to let Geoff down. If nothing else, there will be books you've probably never read?
I didn't forget about my pink picture post. I have one picture, and one bonus picture. They both have to do with books. I feel it is only appropriate considering this is mostly about the book shop opening up tomorrow. Enjoy!
( Yes, I have lots of pink books. What? )
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| Pink Picture Post P-seventeen |
[24 Apr 2012|10:29pm] |
Not much time to rant like usual. We're in the final push. The shop opens in a little over a week, and I might be losing my mind. I'm so excited and so panicked at the same time. The last week was spent working with Geoff to interview people. I think I've finally decided on the person I want, but I might do a few more interviews, just in case. I know who I don't want, and it's the lady that was very polite until Geoff introduced me as the owner. She turned abruptly stiff and didn't seem to appreciate the fact that she was older than me, and I'm from the south. She can bite my shiny metal ass. As soon as I find the shiny metal part.
Anyway, it's late, and I think my brain is nothing but mush between all of the shop work and the little diner job I've been trying to balance. I like the diner, but it's taking up so much time I used to have for sleep! I've met some really interesting people, though. It's amazing the kind of people there are in New York at 3am. We didn't have anyone like these people in Myrtle Beach! That's a plus to the job. So, yeah, this PPP is short, but it's got something special!
You get a pink picture post as usual, which is love. You also get to see the picture Geoff took of me wearing my "Hi I'm an adult and I own this book store" outfit. Yeeeeaaah.
( I'd love to learn how to make pink smoke! )
( It's the rare pink haired creature in her unnatural habitat. )
I will be posting a bit, pink announcement when the shop actually opens. Between then and now, I hope I survive!
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| Pink Picture Post P-sixteen |
[15 Apr 2012|12:36pm] |
I've got to admit, I'm pretty surprised I've been able to stick with this for four months. Goals. It's all about goals. A goal to find interesting new pictures that are pink. It's a fecking silly goal, but it's a goal none-the-less. I'm still taking submissions if you find something interesting and pink.
I miss the beach. I used to spend early mornings sitting on the beach watching the ocean waves roll up and soak the sand. I took it for granted while I had it. Now I don't have it and I miss the shit out of it. I can't go back, because I have more opportunities here than I did there. Any kind of opportunity is better than working at a gas station. Seriously.
I'm starting to get anxious about the shop opening. It opens in approximately 3 weeks. I've got all the books shelved, and walls painted. I've done all of the inventory. Geoff helped me get all of the accounts settled. All I have to do now is hire one or two part timers and sit down with Geoff to talk about how payroll works. This has been one of the hardest things I've ever done. I thought getting my GED was tough. Frick.
Since the shop hasn't opened yet, money has been tight. I finally got around to getting a second job. I'm not going back to being homeless. I've come too far. I can do without internet and heat as long as I have food and a place to sleep. I'm the newest 3rd shift waitress at Darla's Diner. Luckily it's only a few blocks away from the shop, so I can walk. I'm hoping that this will 1) ease money issues, and B) stop me from being a fucking hermity bookworm. It may make me fat, though, because they have the best lemon meringue on the fucking planet.
Before I get totally distracted, here is the Pink Picture Post for this week!
( Cats are weird, but I would almost have one if it looked like this! )
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| Pink Picture Post P-thirteen, P-fourteen, & P-fifteen |
[08 Apr 2012|09:47am] |
I've missed a couple of updates. Oops. Internet has been spotty since I don't have my own connection anymore. Today is a good day for wireless, so you get all 3 updates from me.
( They have nothing in common. This is how I'm feeling. )
Tell me which one is your favorite.
:: LOCKED ::
I couldn't sleep last night or the night before, after a disagreement with the two people in this city that I trust. I stayed up shelving books and cataloguing inventory until about 5. The city starts waking up around then, so I went out and walked around for a few hours. Last night was very much the same. Ugh.
This is why I don't get close to people. It's a constant disappointment. All people do is hurt you. They hurt my feelings, but of course I was too prideful to actually tell them that. So I got pissed off about it instead. I broke my rule about accepting help and then it bit me in the ass. It was my fault. I had gotten settled in false hope that I could connect with people like a normal human being after the Crimson thing and the budding success with my bookshop situation.
Now, all I want to do is go home. I miss Crimson. I miss our little apartment. I miss being comfortable and not being in a pinch. I didn't miss spending half the week hungry because I couldn't afford to eat. I really wasn't planning to go back to that any time soon. It's the only reason I wanted a temporary second job to begin with. Shit here is expensive. Things will get better when the shop opens in May. I hope. I really do. Maybe I can hold out until then. It's only a few more weeks. I'll stay hermited in the shop, not that will be any different from how it's been since I got here. If I can find a second job, great. If not, well... I don't fucking know, and I don't fucking care anymore right now.
Shit sucked, but at least I knew it sucked when I was living in my car in Myrtle Beach.
:: UNLOCKED ::
That is all.
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| Pink Picture Post P-twelve |
[18 Mar 2012|04:57pm] |
It's been one of those days where if I'd just stayed on the mattress, I probably would have been fine. But I decided that sitting up was a good idea and ended up lying face down on the floor for about three hours after that. New York, Myrtle Beach has nothing on you in the way of partying, and I know how to party. It's 5pm and I'm just beginning to move around like a normal human being again. JFC on a cracker. It's a wonder I made it up the stairs this morning once I found my way back to my building. I'm sure lots of people had a similar night, so we won't dwell on this more than necessary.
So, on to a new topic! My bookstore. It is projected to open in May. I'm so friggin' stoked about this I can't stand myself. I spent the majority of yesterday locked up behind the paper covered windows painting the walls. I'm doing a lot of the work myself because I can't take anymore of Geoff's money I can't afford tons of help yet. The carpentry and electrician stuff I can't do, obviously, but the painting I can handle. I also finalized orders from vendors for my first shipment of books with a little help from Geoff. My first window display is going to be Charlotte's Web. Why? Because I love the stupid spider, ok? How can you not? Don't give a shit about Wilbur, but I love Charlotte. Hate the movie, but the display will involve movie art because that's what people recognize. There will be a big web with words, and a giant spider, and probably the pig and littler girl and rat somewhere too. I've already got the sketches and shit done. I just have to wait for the delivery, and for the loft to be finished. When Geoff talked to me about my dream of owning a bookstore, I didn't think I'd ever actually see it come to fruition. I don't get excited about much, but this? Yeah, I'm fucking stoked.
And then I came across this while researching storytellers to see if there's anyone local that I could bring in for the opening week, I found Carmen Deedy. I doubt many people know who she is, but she's a Cuban storyteller from Decatur, Georgia and she's AMAZING. She told this story about her very first trip to the library. Now, being the... somewhat weird type of bookworm that I am, I really connected with her story. No one in New York knows me well enough to know that I practically lived in the library in Myrtle Beach because I was homeless and living in my car and read my way through have of the place in 8 months. Bookstores are not remotely like libraries in any sense of the concept, but I'm going to have a book swap type deal. Instead of selling your used, unwanted books, or leaving them to gather dust, bring them and trade them out for another used book that you'd like to read. Give me one, I'll give you one. That type of thing. I haven't seen anything here like that yet, so we'll see how it goes. Wait, I wasn't talking about my bookstore. What... ok I got distracted. Carmen Deedy. She tells this awesome story about the very first trip to the library and the connection she made with her first book. It's in three parts. Here are parts one, two, and three. It's worth watching, I swear.
Oh. The whole purpose of this post. Pink Picture Post. Right.
( You're not going to believe this! )
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| Pink Picture Post P-eleven |
[11 Mar 2012|08:03pm] |
I've decided that I'm going to continue with a tradition that I had back home by posting a pink picture once a week along with whatever other information I decide to post along with it. Background behind pink picture posts: I look for interesting, random examples of pink and post them, either annoying or amusing my fellow readers. I also take submissions! I should probably list this as ppp-p1 since I'm blogging from a new place/state... but I think it's more organized for my mental filing cabinets if I continue with the order.
I'm starting to feel more settled in here. It's really different from the "city" that I came from. Even if it was big in terms of South Carolina, it doesn't compare to anything around here. We didn't have all the buses, taxis, and subway trains. I guess we didn't really need them. If you needed to get somewhere, you either drove the car you owned or walked. I don't think I'll ever own a car here. This could really set a kink in things if I end up living on the streets again. For one, I have no idea where I'd put it, and two, I'm not sure I want to sit in traffic for as long as most of these people attempting to get from point A to point B do. I could get there faster just walking. I did break down and buy a subway map, though it took me two days to make heads or tails of it.
I moved my 1 box stuff out of my friend's place and into the upstairs of the bookstore. It's still under construction, but the little place above it is inhabitable, now, which is great. Water, heat, a bed. It's nothing fancy, but it's mine, and I'm pretty stoked about this. I haven't had anything that was mine besides the car I left behind and the bass I brought with me since I was living with Kendra. It's pretty great to hold the keys and know that I'm not leeching off anyone or owing anyone anything. I've got a lot of work ahead of me to make it what I want it to be, but at least it's started? I can't wait to get everything underway.
Ok, enough of that. Here's my pink picture post for this week!
( I found this while wandering around looking for a pharmacy. )
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| Pink Picture Post P-ten |
[19 Feb 2012|07:32pm] |
I realize I'm off schedule with this. I was preoccupied with studying. Three weeks straight, with not much else. Not much drinking or socialization. But that's all over! Geoff too me to Conway yesterday, and stayed through all 5 tests. Dear God. That was the longest day of testing every. Holy shit. Now I get to sit on my hands and wait for the letter that says whether or not I passed. This could possibly be worse than sitting around studying and fighting off test anxiety. Crud. But I got two really great meals out of it! I gotta tell you, when you're not paying for it, and you're told to eat whatever you want to eat, the awesome factor sky rockets.
As for the tests, I feel pretty confident that I did well. There were only a few places where I got hung up. The rest of it was a breeze. I'm still nervous, but less so. But now I don't know what I'm suppose to do. I don't have a job, and I don't get to make a move until I got the official "You Passed" or "You Failed" letter. I haven't done anything fun in weeks. So, I think I'm going to require friends to drop everything for me for the next few days. Attention. I want it. Would anyone be interested in going to the aquarium? I think that's what I really want to do. Or Broadway at the Beach.
Speaking of aquarium, I can't forget my pink picture post! I hope things will be back on schedule now that I'm finished studying. So, on to the pink picture post! It's a seahorse!
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[15 Feb 2012|09:07pm] |
Pretending that today is not a day anymore, since it's already 9pm, I've got two days before Geoff and I head for Conway so that I can take my GED tests. There are five tests. It's going to be an all day ordeal. I'm getting really nervous now. I quit my job three weeks ago so I could focus on my studies. Crimson has been very tolerant of my crabbiness and recluse mode. If I'm not locked up in a corner of the apartment, I'm sitting in an alcove at the library. The Librarian asked me if I was sleeping in my car again. Damn her, I didn't know she knew. It's been kind of stressful. I'm actually taking a break tonight because it's been nonstop for almost 21 days.
So I've been sitting here clicking through tumblr and pintrest and the huffington post and I find this article about this kid, Moshe Kai Cavalin. He's 14 years old and about to graduate from UCLA with his second degree. I'm just now getting my GED and this kid has TWO college degrees. It's kind of disheartening. But I guess he was handed a different lot in life that I was, which provided him with opportunities that I could only dream of. He wrote a book, and it's out now. I'm definitely going to make that one of my first window displays if I pass my tests and get my bookstore.
Yeah, that's right, I said MY bookstore. I've been daydreaming about it and drawing designs for it. I think I've settled on a name for it. Well, maybe, I don't know. I'm still daydreaming. I have to finish my tests and PASS first. The rest is all nonsense until that bit is taken care of.
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| Pink Picture Post P-eight & P-nine and then some |
[30 Jan 2012|08:36pm] |
Damn the world. I missed an update. And then this one is late. But here it is. Bask in the lovely pink-ness of it all while I find some Tylenol for my headache.
( Pink and Pretty start with the same letter. That's the theme for this week. )
What happens when a tornado meets a volcano?
( Answer )
Great story, right? Right. That's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. Back to your regularly scheduled off schedule pink picture post. Nothing to see here. Kthxbye.
Except I really just to mention how stressed out I get when I think about the fact that my GED attempt is rapidly approaching. 19 days and counting. There is ALOT riding on me passing the GED on February 18. My dream of a bookstore and a normal life, to be exact. We'll see how it goes. There's not enough booze in the cabinet, though, I swear.
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| Pink Picture Post P-seven |
[16 Jan 2012|11:52am] |
Oops. It's a day late. Ah well. It is still here! In a somewhat timely manner!
This week's pink picture isn't exactly a pink picture. I mean, it is, but it isn't. It is a picture from New Year's. I just got my hands on this picture, and I found it to be pretty fucking fantastic. This picture brings up good memories. Good times.
( Cut because the picture is gigantic and I don't have any skills to fix it. My bad for not taking computer classes before dropping out of high school. )
When was the last time you went to a good party? Was there a theme? What was the purpose? Are there pictures?
I never got around to updating about my last big party experience on New Years. We went to a big rave. It was huge. I'd never been to one before. There were tons of people, so there was very little space to move without putting your hands on someone else. There were bright colors, interesting tastes, and lots of sweat. I tend to like hanging back at the bar and drinking my way through the night. Unless I'm on stage playing my base. However... I would definitely be up for doing it again at some point.
P.S. I'm still taking submissions.
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| Pink Picture Post P-six |
[08 Jan 2012|09:34pm] |
I don't have much time right now. Crimson needs her computer back, but I wanted to do my pink picture post before the weekend ended. Part of my resolutions, remember? So! Here you have it. I found this one particularly interesting. There's no way that I would share a pink picture with you that I didn't find interesting, but this one. This one. I don't know if it's just because we all know that we won't find anything that looks this amazing in Myrtle Beach, or it's just that incredibly striking. Either way, I'm actually excited to share this pink picture with you.
I think I'm going to start taking submissions. If you find an awesome pink picture that you'd like to have featured in the pink picture post, please feel free to submit it! We can't have enough pink. Seriously.
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| Pink Picture Post P-four & P-five |
[30 Dec 2011|03:09pm] |
I will eventually remember to do this in a timely manner. This is my last pink picture post of the year. Not the last one I will do, but the last one before 2012 rolls around. I'm considering stalking Jinxy to a rave to ring in the new year. Our interests in it are very different, but I've never been to one, and he's really excited about it, so... we'll see. It can't be that bad, can it? Unless PA pops up with a gig that I've either forgotten about or didn't know about. I'm forgetting a lot less lately, but what I forget is usually the very important things... like... oh... I don't know - My birthday. Gigs. Giving Crimson her Christmas present that's been under the couch for almost two weeks.
I'm not sure if the meds make my memory better or worse. I've had enough money thanks to Scarlett's generosity to pay for a month's worth of my ADD meds. I haven't had them on almost a year. It is... really weird being back on them. The first week I thought was going to kill me. The second week was kind of shakey. The third week is going much better except I can't sleep. I spend too much time focusing on what I'm doing and forget to sleep. then I get to play zombie at work and hope that I don't face plant on the counter. At least d-bag isn't being a pain in the ass anymore. Threatening to let alien's probe him with a broken broom handle helped. He's a little crazy. Alien obsessed. IDEFK.
Anyway. Pink Picture Post! Two pink pictures for you from me!
"Birds and Beasts"
( Under the cut because I'm polite? )
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| Happy fucking birthday to me. |
[22 Dec 2011|11:41am] |
I was talking to Jinx last night and realized I missed my own 21st birthday. How special is that? I should be more surprised than this, really. Birthdays never really mattered that much, before, though, so why should it now? I just mean that my illegal activities are now legal and my bartender friends won't get fined if we get caught. I don't tell people my birthday, because that means obligations. I'm the last person that wants to be obligated to do or say something, so I don't expect anyone else to take on that responsibility either. Still. December 18th came and went without me realizing it.
Anyway, I think, though, that since it's a ... milestone birthday or whatever the fuck they're called, that I should have some sort of belated celebration. I'm too broke to rent a place and shit like that. Depending on what Crimson says, I'm going to throw a house party. This is your invitation. Don't expect to receive anything in the mail. BYOB if you want, there will be booze, food, and music. What else do you need? Date and time to come once she says yes or no. If she says no, I'll find somewhere else to do it. It's happening though, so be on the look out.
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| Pink Picture Post P-two & P-three |
[20 Dec 2011|11:28am] |
Things have been a little bananas since my last pink picture post. There have been a lot of changes that I'm not so certain about. The main one is that I've moved in with Crimson. It's been so long since I've lived with someone reliable even if she has been crying her ass off two of the last three nights that it's hard for me to return the favor. I did manage to cook dinner the other night without burning anything. I haven't cooked since... I don't know, I guess since I lived with the asshole that considered me more of a sex toy slave than a housemate. It wasn't much, but it was good! I'm still getting used to food that isn't on the dollar menu. I think Crimson is a little surprised by how little I actually eat, because we had left overs.
Once I actually got back to work, I noticed that they're very wary about leaving the gas station without at least once male on shift. I tried to explain to my boss that it's not a big deal, but he insists on breaking up our smooth running machine by sticking us with people we're not used to working with. I'm no there to scrub toilets and straighten shelves while douchebag sits behind the counter with his heels up on the counter. If he keeps this shit up, he's not going to have to protect himself from any armed robbers because I'll have already killed him for being an egotistical womanizer.
On to my pink picture post!
( Under the cut because it's the polite thing to do. )
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[12 Dec 2011|08:30pm] |
I hijacked Crimson's computer because I'm about to go out of my mind. I've been out of work for two days and I can't stand it. Not by myself, anyway. I still get a little dizzy, so it has been suggested I not drive. Compromising. Or some shit, I don't know. So I'm stuck hanging around Crimson's house while she goes to work and does Scarlett like things. I'm not really complaining.. I just.. I don't know.
So why am I actually stuck here? Because the gas station got robbed. Again. Armed robbery this time. And I was out back smoking. Seriously, if that's the worst thing I do at work, they're lucky. Sometimes that job makes me want to hang myself. That's neither here nor there at the moment though. I was walking back in, Layla was screaming, and this guy comes flying out. He plows me over, knocks me on my ass, and keeps running. The next thing I remember, the cops are scoping out the joint and Layla is frantic about whether the robber killed me or not. I passed out when I hit my head, allegedly. I was more than useless in identifying what happened, seeing as I was smoking and then out cold for the majority of it. They send me to the fucking ER. Apparently it was protocol. I don't know. I sat around for a little while.. but the papers they wanted me to fill out were long and complicated, the wait was long and annoying, I wanted to check on my bass, you know, to make sure the asshole didn't try to take that too while he was at it. So I left.
Scarlett was worried and spent time trying to convince me to go back to the hospital. I.. no. I can't. I didn't want to. Simple. So she convinced me to at least come around so she could keep me up. I conceded. She's probably regretting it. I was crabby as shit by the time morning rolled around. I just wanted to go to sleep. I went to work, but they told me I was out for the week. Something about a possible concussion.. post traumatic stress.. Again, I don't fucking know. But I left and went to the library. This is where, somehow, Scarlett got me to confess that I'm living in my car. I don't know how she did it. I guess it's because I could envision those gorgeous eyes and that certain tone she uses when she gets serious. I spilled my guts like a pig at slaughter. Totally regretting it. But her shower is hot, and her couch is warm, and I actually slept through the night. Crimson convinced me to go to the doctor by letting me use her address on my forms by going to sit with me. Turns out I did have a mild concussion. They gave me some badass painkillers and told me not to drive.
So here I am, sitting in her place, eating her food, watching her tv, and playing on her computer, while she basically babysits me. And cramming the $200 in wrinkled one dollar bills into her bag when she's not looking. It's all I got. I refuse to be a charity case. She's doing me a favor. I guess I'm grateful. I need ideas on nice things to do for people that help you out. This doesn't happen to me much.
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