as long as i can laugh
it's okay.
so i am officially coming home. depending on whether i want to go to drumheller or not, september 1st is projected date of winnipegery.
i had trouble deciding which tent to bring, and i think i made the wrong choice. zack's isn't very sturdy in a storm, but it's marvelously light for carrying. it has occured to me that a storm is an unlikely event here and now. if anyone wants to use zack's tent it's on my porch. yes, i'm still getting revegne. so what???!???
my heart was broken today. we went to cowichan bay, and there is a boutique. in this boutique was a completely erotic tank top-and-skirt set, black with little snaps and lace-up strips and that tutu material i dream about dating. i can't for the life of me remember what it's called.
tank top? TWELVE MEASLY DOLLARS. skirt? FIFTY-FREAKIN-FOUR DOLLARS. i now have one half of the sexiest tool-outfit that was ever going to exist.
i would tell you a story of romance and distance and walk your own path but i can't. ask me about it when you see me.
i like sleeping outside; it reminds me of folk fest.
oh and i want to go see those fux at martha street and be all "yo i need to make approximately 20 prints i will clean your floors"- 20 is an arbitrary number. i want to etch thoughts onto little squares and print them over and over until they become solid. i will make no t-shirts. i will slice off strips of flesh for dragonflies to carry off.
so i am officially coming home. depending on whether i want to go to drumheller or not, september 1st is projected date of winnipegery.
i had trouble deciding which tent to bring, and i think i made the wrong choice. zack's isn't very sturdy in a storm, but it's marvelously light for carrying. it has occured to me that a storm is an unlikely event here and now. if anyone wants to use zack's tent it's on my porch. yes, i'm still getting revegne. so what???!???
my heart was broken today. we went to cowichan bay, and there is a boutique. in this boutique was a completely erotic tank top-and-skirt set, black with little snaps and lace-up strips and that tutu material i dream about dating. i can't for the life of me remember what it's called.
tank top? TWELVE MEASLY DOLLARS. skirt? FIFTY-FREAKIN-FOUR DOLLARS. i now have one half of the sexiest tool-outfit that was ever going to exist.
i would tell you a story of romance and distance and walk your own path but i can't. ask me about it when you see me.
i like sleeping outside; it reminds me of folk fest.
oh and i want to go see those fux at martha street and be all "yo i need to make approximately 20 prints i will clean your floors"- 20 is an arbitrary number. i want to etch thoughts onto little squares and print them over and over until they become solid. i will make no t-shirts. i will slice off strips of flesh for dragonflies to carry off.