i love watching curling when canadians are involved. i love when they scream stuff out. they are so funny. i say it w/ love. other countries bore me. go Canada. you make me smile.

they seem to have got progressively longer one by one. hmmm. well, i need to shower, write down the dimensions for my SEAF print, frame 13x19 with matte cut to 8x14. one more search for the makeup artist. pull clothes from dryer and off to work. and break the cycle of the prolonged entries because i would hate to be that predictable. toodles.

Velvet, the kitty you see w/ the game piece in her mouth, is now in her fullgrown edition. she is waiting, somewhat impatiently for me to go back into the bedroom because her greatest joy in the whole wide world is waking misty up by sticking her whiskers in her face and loving up to her ( Read more... )

i know, i should put all my entries together as they are all going to be stacked up anyway. think of it more as snap shots. you've walked into my apartment and spotted the photoalbum on the coffee table (if we had a coffee table) possibly more the photoalbum buried in a stack of a whole lot of stuff by the sofa would be more like it, and decided to ( Read more... )

i know you were all waiting to find out, but yes. yes. yes. the clothes did not spin out enough and it is going to cost me another dollar to get them dry ( Read more... )

So, Dan is here on sunday. trying to coordinate a shoot for next wednesday, amongst everything else in my photo world right now. there is this make up artist, whose work i saw, who i thought might be interesting to work w/ for a shoot, and now, even to the best of my search abilities, i cannot locate their profile. oh wells, for now ( Read more... )

Waiting on clothes to make it thru the dryer. yes. this is the mundaneness of my ordinary life. It is not all glitz and glamour folks. This has been my biggest concern so far of the morning: did the washer not spin my clothes out enough...am i going to have to run to cycles on the dryer and spend an extra buck this morning to have dry clothes. oh, ( Read more... )

so i have been feeling lousy the past week and today, finally finally, started feeling better, but then i took a nap, and the first nap turned into a second nap and now i feel nauseous as well as my head feeling funny. it feels like there is a bowling bowl, or at least a good size stone in my stomach and, overall, nausea and discomfort with ( Read more... )

It is like a painting. All the calls. Instant messages. Letters. Packages. All brush strokes in this painting of you and I, on the grass, at the Gorge in Washington. Staring down at David Bowie, the sunset, the Columbia River. The first moment you leaned back against me. I put my arms around you. The cold. The music. The darkness swallowing the ( Read more... )

I lock myself in my room, my turntable, a realistic, part of what used to be a stereo system, wires spliced to go into RCA jacks to go into my Helix boombox that I bought at a swap meet. My walls are lined w/ pages that I ripped out of Star Hits magazine. Lyrics from my favorite songs along w/ photos of the Artists. The Cure, The Smiths, Duran ( Read more... )