Fuck you. What am I gonna do this month? Shit. I don’t have to eat this month. If I find out who’s fuckin cousin you are… Guess who? You just cost me six thousand dollars. Six thousand dollars! What are you gonna do about it, asshole. Whoever told you you could work with men!? I don’t care who’s nephew you are, I don’t care who you know, I don’t care whose dick you’re suckin on, you’re goin out. I swear to you!, you’re goin out. What you’re hired for is to help us- not fuck us up. You fucking child. This is not a world of men, Machine. No.
– -Ricky Roma (Al Pacino), “Glengarry Glen Ross”
welcomeA blog by Vanessa Query aka Vee the Monsoon, with ruminations on topics ranging from my adventures as a dilettante/ gadabout/ starving artist to insipid missives about things and people I love to socio-political/ theoretical observations on art, entertainment, and culture. Plus some pretty pictures.
This blog is no longer. Check out my food blog, They Call Me Oystergirl, launched in September 2012.
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we go way back