"My cocoa doesn't taste like camera." - Remus in the shoebox_project
(Oh my Davey! I bloody updated this in my journal journal again. I am going to cry.)
Bored out of my mind, and in a completely horrible mood. In short: I hate myself and I want to die. Thank Davey for duckyxgoodness updates or I fear I would run wild, running down the street naked, pulling out my hair and cursing myself for my complete and utter uselessness.
(and thank Davey for America's Next Top Model and Lost tonight)
This is my attempt at artsy black and white photographs and textures found in my house (or, more accurately, my jimjams). It's rather bad. And everything is dark, and can't really see anything on the horrid white background behind the cut. But, oh well, I don't care. I enjoy killing people's eyes.
Day 109 March 25th
The view from my swivel chair.
Day 110 March 26th
Priscilla, the keyboard.
Day 111 March 27th
Hawkeye chasing the light reflecting from the Father’s watch.
Day 112 March 28th
In my jimjams after my run with Kaitlin. I couldn’t move from my swivel chair.
Day 113 March 29th
Still in my jimjams, still ouchy (actually, more so, as my hip feels like it’s out of the socket). Why are flannel jackets so Davey damn sexy? They make me feel nostalgic.
Bored out of my mind, and in a completely horrible mood. In short: I hate myself and I want to die. Thank Davey for duckyxgoodness updates or I fear I would run wild, running down the street naked, pulling out my hair and cursing myself for my complete and utter uselessness.
(and thank Davey for America's Next Top Model and Lost tonight)
This is my attempt at artsy black and white photographs and textures found in my house (or, more accurately, my jimjams). It's rather bad. And everything is dark, and can't really see anything on the horrid white background behind the cut. But, oh well, I don't care. I enjoy killing people's eyes.
Day 109 March 25th
The view from my swivel chair.
Day 110 March 26th
Priscilla, the keyboard.
Day 111 March 27th
Hawkeye chasing the light reflecting from the Father’s watch.
Day 112 March 28th
In my jimjams after my run with Kaitlin. I couldn’t move from my swivel chair.
Day 113 March 29th
Still in my jimjams, still ouchy (actually, more so, as my hip feels like it’s out of the socket). Why are flannel jackets so Davey damn sexy? They make me feel nostalgic.