sometimes you have to cut off all your hair and make applesauce until two in the morning to keep the sad empty feelings away.

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finished my super print. more runs than i've ever done. feels good to see it finished.



people are messy. beautiful and terrible. there's a whole lot of sad lurking in the cozy corners of the tree house. let's scare it away by making warm food and hugging lots. gotta stay warm.

tonight when i was walking my bike from the greenhouse back porch to the greenhouse front yard, i met a skunk. it walked towards me, sniffed my feet, walked under my bike and into the back yard. my heart was beating so hard. ride home in the rain again. makes my hair curly.

still trying so hard to stay busy. riding bikes hard and fast makes it easier to fall asleep. today i spent hours and hours printing t-shirts, patches, and cards until i went crazy. i made a bug box full of paper bugs. i printed all the patterns on the paper.

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hands like to stay busy. fingers like to squish flees. plants like to be watered. paper likes to be cut. cats like to give kisses. pillows like to be cried on. and everybody likes surf rock.

it's feelin' really fallish in arcata. mornings are dark and misty and it's getting harder and harder to roll out of bed. the other morning there were five woodpeckers chomping on huckleberries in the backyard.
me and the roomies took a trip out to the pumpkin patch on sunday. we got some serious deals.


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this morning when i woke up the birds sounded like type writers. my hands are busy, always busy, so i can't feel my heart hurting. silk-screened 50 flyers for the show on the 22nd tonight. going to start making little bike caps. lots of them.
olive is going crazy. she hates cats. tonight she tried to pee in the toilet.

i'm living in two homes these days and its driving my crazy. i have half my stuff at one, and half my stuff at the other but find myself constantly needing things that i dont have at that particular house. i think i might be getting a taste for what it would be like to have divorced parents, switching from one house to another. except instead of ( Read more... )

life's getting crazy. i turned 21, got a cat, and my parents are probably going to be buying a house up here. ive spent the last week at the kitchen table carving houseplants into a giant woodblock. sometimes i have to stop because i get shooting panes in my hands. but im excited for where that prints going. ovens are getting fixed, couches are ( Read more... )

rainy weeks like to end with sunny weekends. sunday mornings like to start wit breakfast. tummys like cranberry juice. gardens like to be kissed in. class likes to be skipped. but no one likes arcata.