i love it. i hate it.


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today i had to talk into a camera non-stop, alone, for ten minutes for my video class. it is a heck of a lot harder than i thought it would be. It's so surprising to listen to your inner monologue being borne into an outer monologue. mine is prettier than i had expected.

i have a date with the night ( Read more... )

scratch bastid.

tribecca

tommorow (friday) night.

free.

hell yes.

nothing tempers the sting of loneliness like half a joint and glutenfree waffles ( Read more... )

i'm still not used to this not having a boyfriend thing. the last time i had no boyfriend i was 18. i'm not saying i want one, necessarily. All's I'm saying is that i feel a little without, and i'm practicing the grown up art of a.) filling the void with heaping helpings of impressive work, and b.) moderate helpings of coffee. Every now and then i ( Read more... )

i'm in halifax. i'm changing my phone number tommorow or the next day. email me if you want to get intouch. studio@artmyn.com

I sat outside and did what i do now. Two wasps momentarily distracted me from everything I was avoiding. One was chasing the other around the compost heap, all the little fruitflies were talking about it, and I thought of you. I do that a lot now. You must be getting tired of me chasing you around our compost heap. can wasps get stung themselves? I ( Read more... )

i don't get older day by day, shit piles up and when i finally get the chance to look at it, that's when i do all of my aging ( Read more... )