banana bread owns my soul : the ramblings of a happy, but tired, green haired girl
i was going to hold off on posting these (due to my sudden realization that no one would give a rat's week dead arse about these photos save for me and taylor), but then i browsed through them and decided that they made me too happy not to post.
over half an hour cleaning out three cabin LANs worth of soot = one well earned tattoo mag.
taylor, you are perhaps my favorite relative. ever. love you, lady.
and as for the rest of today? it was fine. i managed to convince tom hanson that the three hours i spent on my independent studies equivocated to forty, and i ate banana bread for breakfast.
i forced shaun into taking me to mills. i met the admissions woman i've been talking to for over a year for the first time, and though the transfer unit debaucle is not yet solved, it soon should be.
we travelled into the ghetto and ate expensive sandwiches. mine smelled like the monterey bay aquarium and shaun was grumpy because the sun was in his eyes.
the shop i wanted to visit was closed, and i slept through most of the traffic on the way home.
and so we're working out a compromise to bring back the septum ring come birthday time, i'm wasting the evening away with suicide girls and square marshmallows, and while my mom is dancing in the kitchen my "kitten" is sleeping at my feet.
life is good.
before and after.
mills dumpster grafitti.
more mills.
in front of the art museum.
more dumpster grafitti.
"why yes, i am a vain ass."
good night.
over half an hour cleaning out three cabin LANs worth of soot = one well earned tattoo mag.
taylor, you are perhaps my favorite relative. ever. love you, lady.
and as for the rest of today? it was fine. i managed to convince tom hanson that the three hours i spent on my independent studies equivocated to forty, and i ate banana bread for breakfast.
i forced shaun into taking me to mills. i met the admissions woman i've been talking to for over a year for the first time, and though the transfer unit debaucle is not yet solved, it soon should be.
we travelled into the ghetto and ate expensive sandwiches. mine smelled like the monterey bay aquarium and shaun was grumpy because the sun was in his eyes.
the shop i wanted to visit was closed, and i slept through most of the traffic on the way home.
and so we're working out a compromise to bring back the septum ring come birthday time, i'm wasting the evening away with suicide girls and square marshmallows, and while my mom is dancing in the kitchen my "kitten" is sleeping at my feet.
life is good.
before and after.
mills dumpster grafitti.
more mills.
in front of the art museum.
more dumpster grafitti.
"why yes, i am a vain ass."
good night.