5.31.2011

AGAIN

Sweat your face off types of days.

LET'S DO


It best be...

5.30.2011

5.26.2011

5.24.2011

5.23.2011

TRASH YOUR CLOCKS




WORLDS END

Feasting for charity.
Cracking and peeling.
Sunshine and rain, brownies and beers.
A party with no people.
A cat circling a fire.
Thick fog.
And fireworks in the distance.
Eerie it was.

LONELY HUNTER

This weather makes me want to do just that.
My newest charge, Thelma.
Spotted on Friday: a sky briefly blue, Sam Rockwell in the park and Heather Graham at Freemans.
Let the sun shine, for raptures sake!

5.20.2011

DON'T BRUSH MY HAIR


I'm totally feeling these lyrics.
If you knew me when I was little, do you remember how much I LOATHED having my super long hair brushed? Big tears.
I still don't brush much
.
Via

THIS IS SARCASM

Serious drought alert here in the city...

CENT AND A HALF


'Tis here I shall keep blahging.

THE END



So it turns out Lana didn't wash ashore especially for our visit. Her giant dread was apparently a weather vane throughout the winter months!
By Sunday, her left leg joined her right arm and fell off.


I attempted to leave her here, under the front porch.
Until the owner plucked her from the grass and carried her away for fear of "creeping out the next guest."
Well duh. That was the whole point.

5.18.2011

YO

So I've exceeded my space limit on this here blahg, which might explain the recent post disappearances.
I'm now trying to decide... Do I start a new blahg or look into what it takes to continue this here blahg?

WE ARE MILLIONAIRES






Meet washed up, one armed Lana...