Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
BB: Defined.
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Firstly, just to clear up the nasty rumors that have been endlessly circling above me like vultures eyeing a particularly fresh piece of flesh... I am not BB. BB isn't the latest muse of The Cobra Snake, BB is not trending on Twitter, BB has nothing to do with Charlie Sheen or Pitchfork, or anything remotely hip or cool or relevant. Prepare yourselves. BB is not a even person. It's more of this made up thing I do to categorize myself and everything I like into its own little "BB" labeled box. In reality, this blog isn't really going anywhere. I mean, like I said, THERE IS NO POINT. And if you aren't a friend of mine and are still reading this... YOWZA... I dunno, CALL me.
SO anyway, on with the nonsense.
BB:
origin; based on two truths about myself that I always totally loathed until I decided to embrace the shit out of them. BLUSHING AND BRACES.
I BLUSH when
1. A teacher calls my name on the roll
2. I have to speak in front of more than 3 people that I haven't known from more than five years
3. Any semblance of an attractive person looks my way
4. Thoughts of any of my romantic or sexual experiences
5. Telling even the tiniest lie
6. After two drinks I am in a semi permanent state of blushing
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I have had BRACES since I was 12. I am now twenty-ish. I'm deciding to keep my age at least a little vague, it's kind of a secret. I was born sometime between 1986 and 1992. Last month I was flirting with a Bearded Bartender and he wasn't flirting back enough so I walked away... he called me back by shouting 'HEY, BRACES!' Traumatizing. I thought I was hiding it so well.
CUE BLUSHING.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
CG the BB. An Introduction.
The Brooklyn BB herself.
Me being weird in my weird only-leaving-the-apartment-at-2 AM-to take-pictures-of-the-moon-outfit. Yes, Cargo pants and pigtail braids, Sue me. Weirdy beardy! The following are evidence to support Claim A: CG the BB is One Strange Cat.
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1. Current Project/Obsession. Trompe L'oeil leaves, approximately 400 of them. Making 20 just didn't seem right. Planning on using oxides to create... actually I'm not going to ruin the surprise. Will post a picture of the final product.
2. Favorite new hobby. Making muffins, blueberry to be exact. Second batch this week. Proving to be a little rougher on the stomach than one would imagine but I guess one would assume that the blueberry muffin consumer would be supplementing given muffins with other food groups. Consider this assumption far from the truth.
3. Ingredients to the Lord's most prized muffins. Seriously. 50% Butter, 50% Sugar.
4. 2/3 of the Greenpoint babshkas. My lovely room mate Elise and I. We're in a hurry to be cool and since I am now insisting on documenting E wasn't exactly chipper, per usual we were running about an hour and a half late, per usual all my fault. Timeliness isn't high on a BB's list of priorities. She'll prove to be a contributer the the weird.
5. Tatoe. I've gotta get a trademark for that. My new prison tattoo, told Casey about said tatoe, he then touched my hot-from-boots foot and it made me feel funny inside. Also, sorry Mom. She is not going to be happy about this. It's the sun and the moon.
6. The un-pictured babshka, sweet angel Laura, makes me food when we get back from the bar. It's usually some kind of pizza creation. This is pizza toast. Only, I always forget to eat the pizza-food and then it sits in my room for the duration of the hangover.
7. Previous Project/Obsession. Still not really over the mushroom thing. Guess I'll have to make 387 more and then maybe I'll get it out of my system. They're so cute. They're my little friends.
8. Toldja she's also a weirdo. E tending to her winter coat.
9. Said moon. It's not an ordinary moon it's a fucking Super Moon.
VERDICT: ONE STRANGE CAT
Nice to meetya!
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