RATTLE & ROLL

Chill out, humanity!

NOT A DAY

Your hats rumpled and slanted on your cowlicked head.
Your sandwiches behind the wheel of your truck.
Your worn leather loafers.
Your standing at the sink for long drinks of water.
Your radio on in the garage.
Your knee-bouncing piano-playing from the basement.
Your polaroid self portraits.
Your hammered, often bruised fingernails.
Your keeping of bottle rockets in the junk drawer.
Just you.
Forever miss...

MANOR MANNERS

Ghosty to toasty.

THE LETTER O

BEETLE POPULATION

Keith and I ran around in the woods and took a bunch of crazy photos.
I also sipped whiskey in a tree and experienced sustained 39 mile an hour winds for the first time in my life.
Good stuff, people, good stuff...

TESTING

Make this weekend one to remember...
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FULL MOON APPROACH

And boy it's making people lose their minds.
I awoke on Tuesday to the blood-boiling-banshee screams of a neighbor. I thought she was being stabbed but quickly came to understand that it was a lovers' tiff. Imagine every swear word you know peppered with "AREN'T WE HAVING FUN NOW?" I didn't think it sounded like fun but kept my own mouth closed. Lucky for me, she eventually sobbed herself to sleep...
And yesterday I ran smack into the middle of two women fist fighting outside of Whole Foods, one of whom had a baby waiting for her in a stroller...
Instead of spitting words or throwing punches, Keith and I are headed out tomorrow to enjoy the moon's fullness in Montauk.

If I were an MC.

ILLUMINATE OUR SMALLNESS

What's hangin' on yer walls?

RING THE BELL

The Traveling Tapas Party: a commute from apartment to apartment eating different foods at each dwelling.
Note: do not choke on the shrimp but do send the tail flying across the room and onto the white shag rug.