June 22nd, 2010

Toolin’ over to Minder’s

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Toolin' through the hood with Puss

Visited my boy Minder – rhymes with Kinder, like Kinder eggs. His real name is Mahindra, and I’ve known him from school. He’s a geek-hack. I get him to do retrofits ‘n’ shit. He also feeds me lines for product reviews that I do. Girl’s gotta work and my agent can be a real bee-atch when he wants to be. His name’s Spiro and he’s a greezy hairball muthah. Last night he called me up all respiratory in the middle of the night. Sez I’m holding out on him. Well, yeah! Whatta ya think, greezy hairball muthah?

I didn’t really say that, but he was getting’ up on my last tit at sumpin’ o’clock in the morning. The Johnny Fitz from last night’s howl, had just peeled off and I was finally swimming with the unicorns when my “Ra-Ra-Rasputin” ringtone goes off and it’s him, phukr.

Anyway, in the sober light of morning, I realized I had to get this shyte done; so, a visit to Minder was in the cards. Spiro wanted me to review some kind of GPS locator deely, the kind of thing psycho-parents get embedded under the skin of their kids so they don’t have to worry about losing them. These ones were actually used to monitor elephant migration, not because anyone cares where the elephants are, but because the gizmos were too big for other animals. Well, they came out with a miniature one, the “Revelation” series or some advo-jumbo, and Spiro wants me to do the full run down. That’s where Minder comes in. He’s my hack buddy. He says he luvs me but really I just make his life interesting, and I can get him to do things like this.

So, Minder’s working up the brief, and I’m back out on the town. Later, Deeries.

Mxoxo

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June 22nd, 2010

A Fox Called Puss(y)

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Chillin and doodlin with the nooz on

Okay, this is me and Puss in the Hood (he’s real name’s Fractal). Long story, but Puss is a fox. I found him when he was a pup. He was whimpering in the scrub bush down in the ravine under the Homer van Dorn X-way. Didn’t see any fox mamas around, so I had a call-to-action moment. I scooped him up and he’s been with me ever since. I take him everywhere. He’s a bit of a runt and people just think he’s some kind of Palmukrainian or something. Whatever. We’re together, but we’ve got no rools. He comes and goes. We’ve both got lives. But his being here gives us both responsibilities. Plus, I don’t like being alone much at night.

Sandro, my landlord, nearly blew a nut when I cut a doggy door in my apartment door. He got all security conscious all of a sudden, which is a laf when you consider that the building has an intercom but no lock on the door. Anyway, I let him get the peacock dance out of his system, and he luvs me really. So it wasn’t tough to point out that any BnE would require someone small enough to fit through the hole. Even I could kick their ass – and I’ve got people to do that. Shit, even Puss could work ‘im over. The neighborhood’s a bit of an armpit, but it’s got enough Hollister splashed on it to be interesting.

Why Puss? The dude luvs cat food. What can I say?

Mxoxo

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June 19th, 2010

Let the Party Begin

Okay, the hotness is in the house! Let’s givver. But first some things about me. I’m an eternal 19, or will be some day and my real name’s Sophie, but you’re gonna know me by my realer name, Marie Internette. I like to have fun, and all the rest can bite me. Marie’s my alter ego, but we’re pretty much the same. I’m kind of a street hustler, and so is she; I rely on the kindness of friends and strangers, and so does she. My fave movie is Breakfast at Tiffany’s, hers is Factory Girl. Our taste in men is the same – we luv ’em. She gets out more than me, but we can both hang with lezos and suicide girls. We just wouldn’t wanna be them. Our fave drink is cosmopops, but good wine holds it all together. We’ve both got many more friends than any of our friends do. And now you’re one. S’there.

Mxoxo

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