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Hello. My name is Ivette, but the moniker I would prefer to be referred to is Evey. This is going to be my daily blog. I'm probably going to post at the least 3x a week. But we'll speak more about that another time.

I live in the United States with my family. I live with four other people. I write, make art, photograph things. I like creepy things, but real gore scares me. I'm pretty open-minded to many things. Most of my friends revolve around the things I despise (drugs, sex, alcohol, etc.), but they're great people despite what I consider flaws. My creative expression is mainly what I care for in life. Without it, I'm good as dead.

Piercings, tattoos, body modifications, physical conditions, etc. = interesting as fuck. I'm going to be doing the same when I get old enough. I'm getting tons of piercings and some tattoos. I'm going to be corset training and seeing how small I can get my waist. And I'm a training contortionist (people with EXTREME flexibility due to joint-popping & loads of stretching). I like the weird looks from others and I adore the attention, whether bad or good.

I am straightedge (no promiscious sex, no illegal drugs/tobacco use, no alcohol). I find it pointless. I would prefer to give my virginity to someone I truly love instead of indulging my natural sex drive to a random person. I do not want to risk any bodily harm by using drugs/tobacco, plus I'm a penny pincher, so a little for that much money is a total NO! And I just don't like the idea of drinking yeast piss...oh, excuse me, flavoured yeast piss >_> I will talk to you if you do those things. Most of my best friends are druggies anyway XD

First impressions mean everything to me. Bad one, not much of a chance that I'm going to continue association with you. Good one, we could end up buddies ^^ & that's all I feel like telling about myself for now.

Anyway, back to the things that will fill these pages:
Things that make or break my day
Daily inspiration
Astrology
An alphabet section
Pop star updates
Skanky dresses of the days
Music reviews
Piercings & tattoos
Style inspiration
Website reviews
Icon Spotlights
Innopropiate jokes
My favorite celebrity bad boys/girls
Mixtape lists
My personal discoveries
Rants
Things related to my boyfriend
Intriguing things I ran into
Random shit about sex
and FAIL moments


plus anything other subjects that I adore..
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I think of my blogs as magazine articles hahah. XD
Keep your eye out for this ;D

 
 
   
 

Tuesday, April 28, 2009 the economy became personal.
Now that I am a statistic, the question is not can I cover this story of my own lay-off as an unbiased journalist (no), but can I confront it without falling apart? At least the interview should be a cakewalk. Grab a mike and stand in front of a mirror. Should I go with first person, 3rd person, or as a theater of the absurd, which it all kind of has become?

A journalist covering unemployment goes to the Career Center to get the scoop. The laid-off one goes there to scoop up a few bucks. First you have to register and that requires a photo i.d, like a drivers license.


"Oops. It's in my other pants."  Yes, I actually have two pairs.


The journalist turned interviewee, now re-panted, licensed and registered was asked for a copy of the resume. Finally an easy question. (Hint, at 2:30 p.m. the lines are shorter than the ones seen on CNN)


"That's a resume?" The unemployment counselor stared wide-eyed at the paper being presented to her. "That's a resume?" She had never seen one that was one page of text surrounded by three pages of photos laid out like a magazine.


"Yes, mam," that's what I do. Photographs, writing and design. And a bit of video production. Some coaching and cat-herding. So I present it visually." The silence in the Career Center was awkward. "If I were a carpenter, I'd bring in a house."


That broke the spell.


"May I keep it (the resume, not the house)?"


The answer was affirmative, and a most pleasant and helpful interview finished up. Only it was not the journalist doing the interviewing.


Unemployment insurance is a euphemism for a sum of money that allows one to ease into bankruptcy, rather than fall in head first when one's day job is sucked into the recessional tsunami. It typically almost pays for the increased health insurance costs faced by laid-off workers. Of course then there's no money for food so you get sick. Good planning! You have health insurance.


The state pays out the unemployment payments, so they require you to qualify once a week, to be sure the out-of-work worker is working for his or her out-of-work wages. Makes sense. But qualification day is Sunday. Isn't there a Blue Law about that?


~to be continued~

 
 
 

   
Going up?
Dynamic Stairs
Courthouse in Richmond, VA
 
 
   
 

Someone save the Queen
The politicians in DC are supposed to decide (again) whether the riverboat Delta Queen's wooden superstructure is such a fire hazard that she is now making her last trip. Given the politicians' track record, they will manage to get it wrong no matter what they do. As for me, I'd feel safer spending the night on the steam-powered DQ than driving from one side of Atlanta to the other at the posted speed limit.
 
 
 

   
Day late
Sorry I've been overwhelmed lately so I didn't get a chance to post the pictures I wanted to yesterday. Here this day is almost completely gone as well. Better late than never right?

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