i'm going to try to post daily now.....

so something that no one knows about me until they come into my house is that i am a thief. i am a thief of salt and pepper shakers. yes lock me up i take them from everywhere, my new favorite one is from denny's. i have one for every event but have lost track. i have labeled the important ones and they are everywhere int he house. so i have three spice racks and that is still not enough to hold them all. this although looks clear because we moved out of the pantry room ( 5 ft by 9.5 ft) and into a real room where i have many ledges to put them on. my room mates are happy because i know they have been wanting to throw all of them out. so to make them happy i changed a bunch of them to shakers for other herbs and spices. there you go. that's that.

my family's greek friends gave me a gift for christmas, and wrote my name in greek. okay sometimes i'm a hoarder, which you could probably already tell by my shaker collection , but even some of my family can't spell my name right let alone in greek.

the white cat shaped figure on the top is not a pepper shaker it is actually a perfume bottle from the 60's.

skull glasses rule school, some more pepper shakers as you can see. i like pepper more than salt so that's usually what i take. a little coozy from the first person i sent a dress to, i gave her a mix tape and she sent one back with the coozy. i love presents. dinosaurs and cats. picture in the back of my dad, pat martino, and me on my dad's birthday. my big bow ring, skull cameo ring.
best .99 cent record, Amadeus, and all of the other classical records you find in the dollar bin at ameoba. the little soldier is from my grandpa. i hadn't seen him in a really long time before visiting him again and he gave me this because when i was 2 and visiting him, i wouldn't stop carrying it around and would cry without it. the ring is my grandmother's college ring, university of arkansas '79 with a BA in Art. she's cool. the ring is on top of a paris music box i got when guess what? ..we were in paris! it plays la vie en rose. the picture is of my sister , she is drawing a comic about the annoying brother (based on our brother) more bugs and dinosaurs

this just makes me really happy. this is about the time i had the pink liberty spikes i talked about in the previous post, where i had cut up t-shirts even my blink/ green day pop disaster tour !!!! this queers show was funny because there weren't that many people there, but a lot of old punks and they didn't like me. i wasn't much of a mosher at 14, i was more of a dancer. so i think they were a little pissed my my vibe. but like i said not many people were there so i was singled out, the guys grabbed me at one point and tried to get me to join in the mosh. i fucking hate it when people do that. i don't give a fuck if you don't think i'm hardcore. i just came here to have fun, and not exactly with you. right under those two you can see the steve ignorant playing crass ticket. this was a fun one. ah hem....

so in a nut shell.....

i am in a band called statutory apes. people hate us because of our name, but have no problem telling us they love our music, but since we refuse to change our name, the p.s. bullshit san francisco punk community has taken to boycott us. (fuck you)

people have said things like "oh well there is a girl in the band , so that's cool"

or

"i love your music but i hate your name"

or

"you guys are just dumb, like whenever we try to ask you about you , your reasoning isn't good enough"

what does this have to do with this show? i'll tell ya kids,

this show was protested by the same people that hate us and boycott us, and basically started a bandwagon of assholes that feel like they can dictate what goes on in the punk community. fuck you who the fuck are you tell me that i can't do something? ya your punk as fuck, give me more rules, dick.

anyways steve ignorant says "fuck em i'll take every damn one of em"

ohhhhh i have a tape idea....

stories to everything i guess

got these from people and places in france. would have had more if i had not lost them or had them stolen. (if you have my mona lisa smoking a cigar lighter, please give it back)

pretty floral and pink polkadot.

I always have to post the same picture twice. sorry i don't know how to fix it.

my favorite tape player. but can't use it.... you'll see

due to this feature where you can listen to chipmunk like sounds, i forever hear music as a chipmunk would. it's broken on that setting. not like that when i bought it, just happened one day. bummer!

Elvis coasters

puffy barbie stickers, got on a road trip

brian and i have such pretentious socks.

no slow jams.

hope you like the things i have been working on... go on take a look

Etsy noslowjams

i've been feeling 16 lately.. for the past 8 years

oh my lordie. i can watch this movie everyday of my life. my new little mermaid. well teenage little mermaid. I've been watching this movie since I was 16, and that is when i got my first stick and poke tattoo. haha. i'm loser . i posted my friend's video that she made about home made tattoos. and yes a special interview with me where i get to talk about that stupid tattoo.

Foxfire is the best movie for any teenage girl that hopes for some random person to come into their lives in suburbia to help them find abandoned houses, beat up the pervert teacher, break into school, and make some friends. There are some pretty weird issues with one of the girls, and the movie starts to get really intense and ends on a bad note for the girls, but in the long run the entire experience is better than the daily routines they were driving. i made my traveling friend watch this when she was finally in san francisco and in one place. but then i watched this with her and she left all of a sudden. it was like foxfire, you know making new friends with her, we started a band, went to fun shows and i think we even danced to the cramps.

i will see her soon ,probably maybe someday.

Homemade Tattoos from Judith Pierce on Vimeo.

why hello little present to myself

I got his top in the mail yesterday and i was pretty much in it by the time i caught the bus. brian and i went to a craft fair where every two steps you saw the same thing you've seen before. a lot of the same thing. which was disappointing. i really like going to craft fairs because i like to see the diversity of what people are putting out there, and really trying to make something unique rather than recognizing that there is a fad for mustaches right now and making them to sell. Or coming up with some lame bicycle wheel shape as a heart with the letters "i" and "sf" around it. oh god and with the amount of feathers I saw i could make a full on coop of clucking bastards.

i hate to say there was even a guy selling prints on canvas of.......sigh...tape collections. cassette tape collections, there were different types of collections, but all extremely generic. like the cure and the ramones , you know "the basics" b.t.w. fuck the cure, ramones rule.

the whole thing felt over produced, a lot of the vendors were also not very friendly, which I don't like. things i did like .. a couple of my friends were vendors. my friend , Carla who actually lives in my building does embroidery work and cards, so that was pretty cool. and a couple of my buddies were there and i stopped by and said what up to them.

i hate saying that I wasn't very impressed, but it was a pseudo indie mall. in the marina!!!!

i'm going to apply.

it seems like it works, it's expensive but it works. and i'm broke. so how do i do that?

huh. someone buy my clothes for gods sake.

oh wait back to my new present!!!!!! i got this in the mail before the fair which made me really happy because i felt like i had something completely one of a kind, and i got a lot of looks, weather they were bad or not, i don't care.

check out this chick's etsy, she's super sweet and i really like her stuff.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/littlepinkpocket

i've been gone a while.....

new clothes!!!!! and new etsy account

noslowjams.etsy.com

i can't seem to get any of the pictures from my first fashion show but if you go to this address you can probably see some pictures!!!!

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=197877036930686&set=a.197876763597380.67951.180944491957274&type=1&theater

this is when allison and i went to paris. not! it was the day after my birthday and we were still wasted so we kept it up and listened to french music. i drew this on the window with dry erase to make us feel better about it. cause we couldn't leave the bed all day.

our miller high light

it was my birthday and i had to act like a 5 year old brat and set up all of my presents.

the shirt and the hat my friend allison made for me and the back massager, which is the sweetest present. my body is ache ville after 12 hours of sewing. jamie got me the judy garland record. two mix tapes from friends and my favorite crass record, penis envy. an awesome knitted doll from my room mate annette, red velvet cake from my liquor store lady, a beyonce cd i bought for myself and a song my other room mate , Lauren wrote for me. It was super sweet, and made me feel on top of the world. like someone knew me and appreciated the things that make up me. She's such a sweet wonderful person i love it when she comes home drunk from jazz shows and wants to smoke cigarettes with me. it's pretty sweet.

kick ass doll made by annette and fake check from my buddy billy

the sweetest scissors in the world from brian

the tape i made of lauren's song.

my beyonce cd. i couldn't afford the deluxe. bummer!

brian and i moved rooms, so we're not in the pantry anymore. we have a real room! i have room to sew now! in the process of putting things away i was too into all of the sun coming in the room and a bag of t-shirts i have been meaning to cut up. so needless to say, i spent the rest of the day putting these tops together. it was hard cutting up that blink green day shirt. i got that when i was 14 when i saw them in oakland. it was really funny because at the time i was going through my ripping up clothes thing and i wore my p.e. pants that i turned into a skirt and i can't remember what kind of top but probably ripped up. i had short pink hair and i had liberty spikes formed by a combination of wood and glitter glue (that fucked my hair up so bad) i also had a shit load of ballchain and chain that i wrapped around my neck (not proud) and dark eyeliner. i was a loser. but some lady that worked for a news shows though i was interesting and wanted to interview me and asked me about my outfit. i was down but then she started asking me if the way i dressed had anything to do with my teen angst or how i felt about my parents. i told her i just felt the prettiest that way.

dressing up a bit.

I started my big long month with a custom dress for a fellow blogger, Cassidy. i had to get it together in 3 days, and after 3 fittings it came out perfectly! It fit her like a glove. She chose the fabric based on a design she had seen of mine while I was having a street sale. It was great, I didn't sell anything that day but I got co-missioned to make this dress, and it was worn for a photo shoot for a local bike company (thing???) and she wore the dress to an event in Florida.

why don't i look like clara bow?

some things i found and like

some pictures to satisfy your current needs

there you are, some pink and a skellie with a blink tee.

crappy punk rock for life

i think i want to write a zine...

i usually make zines full of comics and drawings and little writing. this time i'm going to do the opposite. one thing about quitting my job is i hardly ever really get to talk to people. so my thoughts clot and when brian gets home i vomit too much information at one time for a person. this is just my rambling so don't expect much, but this is a little bit of it....

i don’t know where i want to live anymore.

i don’t know where i want to be. where i want to live. that’s a huge deal. think about it. where do you want to spend your time on earth? i would love to study art in paris, and travel europe during my summers off. is that possible?

those little glories that are offered in life.

do you think god invented money? that’s some fucked up game.

make man.

make woman.

make temptation

make money.

thanks, asshole.

speaking of which, notes on being an american.

here’s the scene..i’m the only white girl in the class full of many cultures...we’re learning history. i’m the corner dunce with an apologetic sigh to offer.

don’t worry , years from now i will be paying for the dues of men and women who were never my ancestors, but yet since i am a caucasian human i am in the cartagory of “bad” and or “evil” .

if you want to get me for anything, i’m german, but my family wasn’t involved in that junk associated with germans either. so fuck off.

how abou thtis, i deserve a little compensation for my troubles of growing up as an american dope.

send me to school, dicks. are you kidding me? $24,000 a semester? what does a part time student usually pay? oh i see the entire fee for “campus health” is for all students. huh. thanks, click.

damn. so... maybe can i get finacial aid?

oohhhhh i see , my parents make too much? how about this......... (takes in deep breath)

my parents have been scraping by pay check to pay check paying off school loans, taking care of a child ( in my mother’s case two) , paying rent, an not to mention taking care of themselves, since i can remember. the first christmas they could actually buy me some things i freaked out crying because there was an abundance of crap i hadn’t recognized.

since i started my teen years my parents have been working towards careers that most people start running to in their twenties.And now my parents, yes , they are great successors.

With new families.