I love seeing organic and responsible fashion evolving. It started out as funk hippyesque pieces with tie dye and tunics, but luckily it is evolving into the more sophisticated side. For example Generation Love is a label that uses 100% organic cotton, and does it with class. While they mostly produce basic tees, wife beaters, and wraps, the manage to spice them up a bit with a little something something. For Fall 2009 they decided to use small metallic accents like gold stitching, which transform their pieces from regular to eye catching. According to Nylon the two designers, Roni Hirshberg and Audrey Bressa-Valcourt, believe that the more love out there the better, and I could not agree more.

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I'm really starting to get tired of New Jersey again. It's been almost 3 years since I've been back, and my dumb ass is still not back on my own two feet. Nobodys fault but mine. If someone was to ask me where is your life going my answer would be nowhere. Blah blah blah.
The friends that I have aren't exactly the friends that I want to have, cause while I love them and cherish them dearly come to find out that if the situation arises they wont stick up for me. Can't tell any of them about it cause they will get all defensive, but the truth of the matter is that every time someone talked shit about them I stuck up for them. When the tables turned nobody wanted to get involved. That stung. So I guess the next time that Krusty Popper opens up her mouth about anyone instead of saying "Hey herpie bitch, shut the fuck up" I'll sit and smile with the rest of them. Or the next time Alex call someone a whore I'll grin and bare it. I am so angry about the whole situation that I am ready to wage a one woman war... but everybody would just act like they dont know what is going on so there is no point. Funny I finally understand what they mean when they say "with friends like that who needs enemies"

So I had an amazing weekend! Saturday after beeing all frustrated, running around doing arronds for someone else, I went to Philly! It took me a while but I finally found the Infinity Piercing Shop. Boom boom boom and I got my nether regions pierced, my Clitorial Hood to be exact. I was nervous as fuck... and it hurt way more then I had expected, it totaly bleed, like a bunch. But it was all worth it. Once I left the shop I felt so bad ass that nothing could ruin the rest of my day, and almost nothing tried.

Getting out of Philly was a bitch due to traffic, but I survived. I made my way to Reading, was greeted with a bluntsky and a brewsky, couldn't think of anything more awesome. Then I went on a bitchin Motorcycle ride, by motorcycle I mean a sick ass crotch rocket. The fastest we went was 110mph!!!!!!!! It was insane, I felt like I was going to fly off, but I didn't, funny enough I felt safer going 110 on the bike with Julian then I did going 120 in a car when I was driving.

Afterwards we went to Laser Quest and played a half an hour game against a bunch of kids that kept whooping out butts! But it was awesome fun, and I've wanted to go play Laser Tag for weeks. Then we went out for a drink, and shortly after I left, and drove my super tired butt home. What a wonderful Saturday.

I spent it as happy as a pig in shit!!!

So I am reading the New Jersey Senate Bill No. 19, which is the one that is currently being passed legalizing Medical Marijuana use in New Jersey. I think it is pretty awesome. Since this bill is something that I am very interested in (I have highly considered opening up and Medical Marijuana Alternative Treatment Center, a Green Cross like deal) I randomly looked it up, and since finding it was easier then making a sandwich thanks to Drug Policy Alliance Network I decided to read the whole damn thing myself. It's really not a difficult read or anythingg, and in America I've come to find out that it is a good thing to know your rights, you guys did fight like crazy to get them. Kinda. Anyways, I figured it would be nice of me to share some of the things that I found out that I found interesting or peculiar about the bill. They might be handy to know to help yourself find loopholes in the system so you should read them.



The people that are covered are as follows: 1. The person that gets the perscription, aka most likely you if you're unlucky; 2. your doctor (all the drug dealing gansters out there, take a hint, this is a brilliant way to get ritch and not get in trouble, all it takes is going to medical school and becoming a doctor and you can be a drug dealer legally, and you get to smoke it too); 3. the person that takes care of you (this has to be authorized and the caregiver has to have his own Registry Identification Card); 4. The person growing your ghanja.

They can not get you for weed as long as you have a registry identification card and no more than six marijuana plants and one ounce of usable marijuana.

Stems and seeds are not considered usable marijuana so you can lessen your weight if needed by removing those.

They can still get at you with intent to sell if you seem suspicious, and so unless you are going away for a trip or something there is no reason to be carrying so much weight on you on a regular basis, unless you really are trying to sell, and if you don't have the permission to seel then you are in big trouble my friend.

on the other hand

Just because you are applying for a Registry Identification card, or because you have one doest NOT allow the cops to suspect you of anything, they dont have a basis to search your person, your car, home, or anything else, so if that is all they have on you then tell them no cause it will not fly in court.

So lets say that even thought it is really easy to get legalized you still don't manage to do it (all the visits to the docotor to determine that nothing else works are to expensive, or you're just to dumb to look up a qualifiying dissease and "develope" the syptoms) and you get busted with pot then all you have to do is call up a friend that DID get legalized and have him say that you are delivering the ghanja to him. Tada. You're off the hook.

Oh oh oh and your kids and younger siblings can get in on the action too if you let them. Peeps under 18 just need permission from their parents to toke.

Just because you were around people that were smoking does not make you a suspect as a smoker yourself.

The safest place to smoke is in someones home, for you it's best that it be your own, since driving under the influence of marijuana is still illegal, so is smoking it on a bus, but it is ok to smoke it in a car as long as the driver is not smoking. It's still illegal to smoke on school grounds, a public beach, or a state park, so you better pull a chair into your backyard and toke if you enjoy toking in the sun like I do.

Once you get a card of any sort you have 10 days to inform them of any changes that they may need to know.

The information that you have a card is confidential, that means a cop get find out but your Aunt Jemima can't.

Your insurance does not have to pay for it and your job does not have to allow it.

The government is not responsible for any negetive side effects.

And for good measure here is a list of debilitating medical conditions that currently qualify you as a cadidate for legalization:

Cancer
Glaucoma
HIV
AIDS
or any other disease that involves:

cachexia
wasting syndrome
severe or chronic pain (check for me)
severe nausea
seizures
epilepsy
sever and persistent muscle spasms (check for me)
multiple schlerosis
chron's disease

Plus any other disease that may later on get added.



I hope I was helpfull and informative, if you would like to read the bill yourself then go to
http://www.drugpolicy.org/docUploads/sb_119_nj.pdf

Or for the 213 Legislature which also deals with the Legalization of Marijuana in New Jersey fo here
http://www.drugpolicy.org/docUploads/ab_804_nj.pdf

So Easter is coming. I'm on the border about all holydays.



On one hand I very much appreciate and enjoy the tradition but on the other I really do not care about the religous part, well... because I think it's all a bunch of bullcrap.



I may just go back to celebrating the Sabbaths, since at least those are something that I can believe in. Or maybe I'll become Jewish... that would be interesting.



But back to Easter. I never understood what did bunnies have to do with Easter?



I know where the idea of the eggs and the chicks comes from, or even the whole ordeal with the lamb (way more common in Poland then the states).



But what about the bunny? He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere for me, and he's giving out eggs too? What the hell.



So I did some research and "the Easter bunny has a long history as a pagan symbol that predates the Christian holiday".



Of course it's Pagan... there is a reason why the term "fucking like bunnies" is used to described the extremely frisky of us all.



Even more reason for me to celebrate the long eared fellow, and the best way to celebrate that is with something else that's long... and pouncable.

Find me a person that doesn't like a good ol leather jacket and I'll show you a person that just hasen't embraced their inner badass. Especially now with them runnin wild in leather on the runways. But what about those of us that don't really do the whole drapeing oneselfe in dead animal skin? For us there is Ralph Lauren with his super hot denim version... only if it wasn't in yellow. I'm not a fan of the color since a. I look terrible in it and b. just like white it gets dirty too easily, and I'm not really the pristine kind of gal.

I love love love this PHUNNY PHOOL"S APPLIQUE TOP from Pepper and Pistols F/W 2009 Collection. It's weird, but it's lovely. I should remake something like it for Eye since her man likes clowns so much. Maybe it would develope some weird sex fetish where she'd have to dress up like a clown or a harlequin for him to get off. Hey, no worries, that's totaly not the weirdest fetish around. I still think foot fetishes are the weirdest, even if the nicest guys have them.

Honest to god I love American culture. Thanks to the first Harold and Kumar (at least I think that's it) I've learned that you canl roll a joint using an old book. :) I wonder what kind of person I would be if I never came to the United States. I mean I have absolutely no idea, like what so ever! All I can do is look at my friends back home, and god knows I don't even really keep contact with any of them (That reminds me, I should totaly e-mail Magda). But the two friends that I do still know what they are doing (I should also join naszaclasa.pl) are... well they're totaly not like me. They have completely different personalities. I mean maybe Olimpia (sp?, that's sad I can't remember how to spell my childhoods best friends name) and I have a few things in common, but I don't know. Would I have never gotten into cocaine? Would I have never dated the losers I did? Or instead would I have been even more of a drinker then I already am, or would it really not matter, cause being drunk every day in Poland is well... kind of normal. Instead of having a thing for black guys would I have a thing for skin heads? I mean I already secretly do, I just don't act upon it. I think it's just the shaved head thing, cause when I did meet some skins in Poland I found them to be ridiculous. But then again that may also be shaved head thing. Maybe. I don't know necessarily if different means better or worse. I think here is better, at least I must say I've gotten to experience some things in my life, I mean I'm living a life, not just following a path. And right now I am doing it sick as a dog, time to get some more OJ.

Ladies behold: ASOS.com ....... way better then H&M. God damn it, I could really use a new credit card right about now. Someone please please give me credit. PLEASE!!!!!!! My fashion sense is changing rumbunciously.

So I was just sitting here admiring how nice it is that after 23 years of being extremely unpleasant my family finaly figured out that when I say I would like to be left alone, ignored, unconsidered, and not talked to, I really do mean that I really just want to be fucking left the hell alone! Oh the wonderful undisturbed peace and silence. Then my sister walked in.

Dream:
Julian and I go to his mothers house for some family gathering. The only people there are his Aunts and male cousins, most of whom are very handsome, and all are very well dressed, either in black buttonups or white ones with a dark orange design on the back, a representing their family. They're all really nice, but the house is in the ghetto, near some train tracks and a tore down warehouse, or something like that. After meeting everyone I step outside for a smoke, and I see a bunch of girls sitting together on the corner of the street, on someones stoop. Looking for some female companionship I walk over to them, but they're not very nice. They all take me as some prissy white girl and totally dismiss me till I start arguing with them that they're being racist and isn't racism something that they always complain about, and that I'm nothing at all like what they would expect me to be. But my argument I guess is not very convincing since they still refuse to accept me, so I go for a walk. When I come back to the house Julian is nowhere to be found. I look and look and still can't find him, so I give up and lay down on the floor with the rest of the fam to watch a movie. I ended up kind of cuddling up with one of his cousins who is really nice, and seems to feel sorry for me cause Julian left. Never the less I make it clear that I am still there for Julian, and that I will wait, not like I can leave anyway since he was my ride. He kisses me on the forehead and I fall asleep for a little bit. Then I get up to go to the bathroom, which is really nice and fancy, with one of those softseat toilets. On the way some girl (a female cousin) stops me and says that Julian left to go on a date with some girl named Jen. While I'm dissapointed I'm not mad, I can't be, I'm not his girlfriend. While I'm checking myself out in the mirror I get a text message from Julian saying something like "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have left, I hope you're not mad." I respond with "I'm not mad, but when will you be back?"
End of dream.
The meaning of the dream is very obvious to me, but kind of sad, because I would really like to be exclusive with Julian, and it's funny since he says that he is with me, and I have no reason not to believe him, but then again he does live an hour and a half away. And I'm just a huge hypocrite since I am still seeing other people.