"I knew you were wasted when you took a solid interest in hotdogs."
-april powell
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Day 19 Polaroid Project
found this photographer through Natalie's flickr. first off...amazing photographers. second...this Day 19 Polaroid project is bad ass.
current mood: inspired.
current mood: inspired.
post solstice.
still celebrating the soltice. about 5:30 am. becca's phone.
the walk home. 6:21 am. my phone.
the walk home. 6:21 am. my phone.
summer solstice
imacookoo, the blonde mule & the orange bicycle....sharing a moment.
libby & jack.....sharing a moment.
co-workers. confidantes....sharing a moment.(photos (pre-debauchery) by blonde mule)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
fucking son of a fuck
so, the good news is i got my first check from Young Blood Gallery. BUT, i couldn't cash it b/c it had 'The Orange Bicycle' and i don't have a bank account for that yet. so shit. but yay?
the bad news is...i got another mother fucking ticket on Eastland. same cop. as 2 months ago. same mother fucking reason. speeding. but he let me off with driving without proof of insurance. again. why didn't i have proof of insurance AGAIN, you ask? b/c it is still sitting on my desk from where i just went and paid my last ticket and showed them my proof of insurance. why did he let me off...AGAIN, you ask? because before he could even walk up to my window, i was sobbing like a whiny little bitch. i mean, this was the shit icing on my doo doo cupcake of a mother fucking day. i've been without real sleep for about a week, it's my special lady time-so im a little emotional, i woke up in the middle of weird/sad dreams this morning, i dropped my watermelon on the nasty-ass 'work kitchen' floor, some other shit sucks right now, and then....mr. copper mcCoppypants is standing in the road aiming his speed gun at me... i think i scared him...like...he thought i might just go batshit on his ass if he were to give me a real ticket.
and it's only lunch time.
so here i am at work again. 2:42 pm.
i need some fucking yanni and yoga. faux reals.
the bad news is...i got another mother fucking ticket on Eastland. same cop. as 2 months ago. same mother fucking reason. speeding. but he let me off with driving without proof of insurance. again. why didn't i have proof of insurance AGAIN, you ask? b/c it is still sitting on my desk from where i just went and paid my last ticket and showed them my proof of insurance. why did he let me off...AGAIN, you ask? because before he could even walk up to my window, i was sobbing like a whiny little bitch. i mean, this was the shit icing on my doo doo cupcake of a mother fucking day. i've been without real sleep for about a week, it's my special lady time-so im a little emotional, i woke up in the middle of weird/sad dreams this morning, i dropped my watermelon on the nasty-ass 'work kitchen' floor, some other shit sucks right now, and then....mr. copper mcCoppypants is standing in the road aiming his speed gun at me... i think i scared him...like...he thought i might just go batshit on his ass if he were to give me a real ticket.
and it's only lunch time.so here i am at work again. 2:42 pm.
i need some fucking yanni and yoga. faux reals.
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