Something

Last night I dreamt of flying
I swear the air was sweet
And when I awoke the air was stale
And tasted of defeat. 

My life as a social experiment

I've been taking my breaks in the park by the library for sometime now. Some days it is just me and the pigeons. Some days there are other humanoids. Today, there are 9 men of various levels of apparent junkie-ism, ranging from Business Junkie (see inset) to For Real For Real Junkie (see other inset; allow yourself to imagine the heroin nod).








The experimentation comes in the form of a certain baby blue dress, frilly apron and super high Chucks (see super hot inset.). Suffice to say, my slutty uniform brings all the boys to the yard.


I think it's time to get a real job. Any ideas?

Trying To Teach Myself to Draw-- Part Two:

Fail Hard or Try Dying

Trying To Teach Myself to Draw Again-- Part One:

Things are really really really really good.

I have been staying in or at least staying out of the places you would normally find me after sundown. No shot/beer specials, no overpriced Chook, no old flames, even the ones that were birthday candle sized. (That was a metaphor for how much they mattered, not a reference to their endowment.) Anyway, this is good. I have had lots of time for the following activities:

1. Painting
2. Drinking coffee
3. Chatting with former best friends
4. Looking at former best friends' wedding pictures on facebook
5. Pacing
6. Reading
7. Writing emails to ex boyfriends
8. Catching up on Gossip Girl
9. Museums
10. Beatboxing into my cell phone
11. Creating summer bangers (see #10)
12. Watching Savi dance

That is all.

Something else...

Isn't this cute? I always liked the idea of inanimate objects having lives when the humans aren't looking. Also, my friend Emily directed and my friend SJ's pretty legs make a cameo. Did I mention I know people?

Nameless Shame Drop

Because I like the boys and like this song, too.