N21 & the Fate of Hackers.

N21 2012

Granted, it is very possible, likely even; that I have perhaps jumped the gun by posting a "hate/warning" post on Facebook about the less than desirable circumstances of my recent bank account hack.
True, it is slightly more than a bummer, I will most likely NOT get to whoop said ass, in addition to most likely not get to sue them in court. As painful and disappointing as both of these prospects are, the bank is claiming to do dutifully do their their job and the money will be replaced and I will most likely not catch a case. In the end, my biggest struggle will be with my own ego, pride and not allowing this particular invasion of privacy kick up old shit.
Unbeknownst to me, my subconscious loves these kinds of life out takes. Normal life on life's terms occurrences that happen to everyone suddenly become only about me; special needs me, woe is me, why me etc.. The pristine opportunity for me to act out on prosaic behaviors due to an isolated, (in my head anyway) situation that has happened and even worse, my head uses it as an excuse to bring up and if it's successful, wallow in old issues, hurts ad haunts.
I say piss off to the entire head committee and the local incestuous relationship occurring in Egg Harbor/ PA amongst the hackers who nailed me. Who the fuck spends $80 at a fucking Spirit Halloween unless their 15, are looking to consume Mad Dog Banana Red 20/20 and attending "Bobbi Lee's" party while his Nana is away? I won't even mention the other charges. Assfucks.
As much as I would love to perform Asian war torture tactics on these fucks, admittedly, I have already spent WAY too much time devising fantasy plans and is keeping me from, oh I don't know, acting like a human being? So I am going to attempt to put it down for now, but who knows.......

Project Deux.

HELMUT LANG 2012

Here's a boat.

An island in and of yourself

you would like to fancy that as truth, although seemingly so

we both know, at best, it's rhetoric you read in the back of a magazine you happen to come upon by chance while waiting for your shrink appointment.

I appreciate your valiant efforts to remain sick and implementing a never ending system of foraging for sympathy in the most obvious of ways to everyone but you.
You don't need it...................
it's already there.

Art. Duds. Upanishad attitude.

Amandah Andersson

MOMA
1 West 53 Street
NYC
Cindy Sherman
February 26–June 11, 2012

I leave the responsibility of widening the wake a bit in your qualified hands. Do yourself a solid and make a dreamer proud, one close to you.
You may not be able to again, those expectations are fierce and fleeting.
Who's to say you'll live up to it all?
XO

Brookdale's Isecure Elite and Dresses I will take your life for.

Setareh Mohtarez

So I have been "cordially" (Brookdale's paper bull) to attend some scholarship soiree that is mandatory dress up accompanied by individual photos of you and said donors. Isn't this a little fucking garish? I mean, if you were a person that was in the position to dole out scholarships, wouldn't you want to never meet the recipient, much less have a public and well documented display of ego inflating?!
If this was me, the donor, I would want to NEVER meet the person I had helped. I would feel that they would feel obligated to provide some false sense of smoke blowing just to appease me and my bunches of dollars that helped poor little down trodden you. I believe it to be bollocks and do not think I am wrong in this. To make matters worse, there is a looming sense of, if you DON'T go, your future scholarships may hang in the balance. You are also required throughout the year to write these brave chumps thank you letters in which in the initial notification letter, they inform you that if you fail to produce this "thank you" letter, your future scholarships will be in jeopardy. WTF?
I find this all to be unbelievable. Is the esteem of these insecure donors as such that they require this amount of validation on a public level? How about your thank you is my continued commitment to getting good grades and being a constant on the Dean's List? I am whipping up a death in the family as we speak, as to avoid this shit show. But the man may con me into the carrot , being as how said carrot has been replaced with possible scholarship loot. Mother fuckers. Stay tuned.

It's Never as Quite as you Thought it would Be.

WES GORDON SPRING 2012