Rhymes and Steals

When I was much younger, like a million years ago. I would listen to The Beastie Boys and choreograph fantastic dances that I would use to seduce them with some day when I found myself with a front row ticket to one of their concerts.

That never got the chance to happen. My early years were decidedly unadventurous.

However, I have managed to get a pirate name and it is Captain Pinkie Lee. Which is pretty dope. And probably better than making out with Adrock, though I can't speak on it for sure.



Also more fabulous than groping someone popular? Finding the perfect outfit for a rainy day. You can't see it here, but I'm wearing this purple shirt with a tiny polka dotted shrug attached and my pink rain boots that match the skirt exactly.

Seriously. I think it was art. Performance art. I was born in the 70s, I took my fashion cues from Peg Bundy and Punky Brewster, in equal measures. This sort of thing needs to manifest.

Okay and there's the fact that I've got an exciting shortie short jumpsuit assignment coming up and it makes me feel like one of Charlie's Angels.

Night work: interesting. political. personal.

Day work: a whole other entry all by itself. Suffice to say my day job rules, but I have to give a presentation this Friday and I'm major nervous.

I need luck. Wish it.

xo.

Angelina