| featherbed |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|05:41 pm] |
i hate that the g20 is here & all but
i'm excited to have 2 extra days off
and i like carla bruni, i almost wish i had to work tomorrow
since they'll all be at the museum.
making color photos in a darkroom is hard
but kind of still exciting. already got code names
for people in class.
as for right now, i'm waiting for some wine to be delivered
to my door. my feet are all black from spray painting all day,
and i want to take out my eyes, slow down
before it starts all over again. |
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| ate all the grapes |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
i'm tired of black and white and there's still a month left. my back hurts and i'm so anxious! i don't know what for, i have days days days off now till the end of the week. i will probably run and have the terrible lightning shivers melt out of me like they should, one less worry. the fourth was good all over, i got sunburned on a sailboat as tradition goes. the fireworks finale down by the river reminded me of candy. i hope summer makes you feel good. |
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| itch |
[Apr. 2nd, 2009|10:35 am] |
:thinking nonstop about macaroons and blooms, & when will the sun actually come on in and wake me up?
:anyway i got an invitation from getty, thats super, if only to keep people from telling me to get a real job.
:i added some prints to my etsy if you are interested in buying/swapping art:
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=66181
♥ |
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| gallery potatoes |
[Feb. 25th, 2009|11:55 pm] |
lookin for a new job...now. i thought i'd get a raise since i stuck it out a year and a half feeling like my brain circuits were dyin day by day and holding my tears on the inside thinking about all the tomorrows i have left. 5 cents was all my peewee heart had to wait out. well, its not comin, i feel crushed all over. i guess all i really want to do is take pictures and make things & i'm fooling myself with this art history junkpile. so old, so lost still, huh. |
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| unflinching, you are an egg |
[Dec. 11th, 2008|07:38 pm] |
winter is combing itself through the air all over the place. neil young can keep melting my igloo baby eskimo heart in song. my newest mix makes my insides warm when i roll over the bumpy ugly roads. things smell like motels, which sticks inside my nose. as usual i hate most everything except hiding in a tiny soft purple covered world and peanut butter. i'm feeling always electric. blue lights give me a wobbly feeling in my stomach, like something i've seen before, traumatically as a child. and i feel like magic again with love beams coming through my fingertips.
tests are done, i can stop playing the dummy. my teeth hurt so bad and they are probably broken or have holes in them. stay warm. |
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