Saturday, October 4, 2008
I don't want to set the world on fire.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
alma matters
kablewie!
Oh me oh my oh. The world is one confusing damn place. What the hell is happening with the economy? Who knew I had $700,000,000,000 to hand over to Wall Street, is that even enough 0's? As part of a small business, fear is eating us all alive. Hopefully everyone will still need to drown their sorrows with beer and karaoke, or we are fucked. Will I ever get to buy my little cottage? That shiny new hybrid? Will I have to move back in with my damn parents and eat goldfish out of the pond to survive? How many weight watchers points is small carp? I'm no financial expert, but it smells like the death star is exploding, and there aren't enough escape pods for us storm troopers.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
an auspicious beginning
I don't assume that anyone but my friends will ever check out my newly found little corner of the internet, but for those of you who aren't familiar with this Bettie Bitchface character, I will break it down for you. I was raised in a working class suburb of Boston by a cop and a mammographer. So I've got a problem with authority and very healthy breasts. I grew up the middle of 5 kids, the majority of those 5 were sexy and popular cheerleader types...I was not in the majority. Growing up awkward amid a gaggle of blond, peppy pretty people, I always stood out for all the wrong reasons. So, I created a little world for myself filled with horror movies, overdramatic journal entries, and loud, disturbing music. I eventually found a few weirdos who were willing to be friends with my lame ass, we made music, wrote bad poetry, and hung out in old warehouses. Eventually I went to Emerson for creative writing, though I never had the confidence that I was actually any good. From there...I'm not sure what happened. There was a lot of pot involved. And some really bad goth shows. I was a travel agent, a makeup artist, a one woman complaint department, just drifting, trying out different personas, none seemed to fit...but I didn't really care, no plan-no problem. Now I'm a little older, a little wiser, and a lot experienced in the ways of the world. My life is more in focus now than it ever has been, I have a job that I love and I'm actually good at it. I'm focused on my health and making myself a better person inside and out. I'm pushing myself to write, and I'm pushing myself to try things I was always afraid to. It's true though, I am a bettie bitchface. I don't suffer fools gladly, my dna doesn't allow it. I am allergic to bullshit and will not let sleeping assholes lie. I do want to be a kind person, but my evil mind takes over- I'm conflicted...but who the fuck isn't? I'm still on that road to being the person I know I can be, I AM JUST A SQUIRREL TRYIN TO GET A NUT Y'ALL.
goals du jour
GLAMOUR
WILL POWER
KINDNESS
Do me a favorito, check out my radio show at http://www.959watd.com/ every Sunday night from 9 to 10pm (listen live holmes!) My sex therapist cousin and I drop knowledge on the dirty South Shore every week... We talk about sex, relationships, whale genitalia, you name it. We just moved to a later timeslot, so things will get even racier now that all the kinder will be in bed.