Things I said I'd leave behind in oh-ten:
Beards
Booze
Facebook
Anything smokeable
My overwhelming attachment to stuff

Can you guess how I'm fairing?

Maybe it's my love for Bill Murray(s)...

I have written a script. I plan to play the lead role in Groundhogs Day 2.

Look. There's that purse. That red floor. That girl and her croptops.




How boring.

I carry it everywhere

I've had it like three years and it's in most photos that I'm in.

It's contents on any given night:
*Seven lippies (chap/lipstick, lip balm/gloss/plumpers)
*A tattered red wig
*12 reciepts from various classy establishments (7-11, the DMV, Garage Pizza, the 99 Cent Store, Fix, CVS, etc)
*At least one chamera
*A to do list with items no one should have to write down to remember (Shower, Go to Work, Try Not To Die in Sleep)
*A bottle of Vueve (this is a good night)
*28 pens


Thanks.

Merry Cropmas

From the Gepson sisters.

Missed Connectionz...

...are my favorite things ever. Missed crops, not so much. Here's one.



Xxxmas eve.

Wordz

"I can't believe him. He's such a dick."
"Yeah. But I LOVE dick."

And just like every other year, 2009 turned into a frenzied set of weeks leading up to Christmas. The weeks were measured in Mondays mornings and Two Buck Chuck evenings. There was a final for my art class and my final Monday with Art and then it was Christmas. And just like most years since I was about 8, the day itself was puncuated with brief moments of warmth and long stretches of nothingness. Feeling like I should be feeling but feeling nothing so therefore feeling unsatisfied.

Not that it was all a loss. There'll be pictures of dysfunction to laugh ironically at later.