a squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous... got me?
so, news from new york city: the world is not ending and hell is not freezing over.
but what better way to satisfy your urge to break some shit than clean out your closet and donate to your lobby-floor charity-pile?
EXHIBIT A. my grassland middle school track beenie. why do i still have this? why is it at school? (maybe because it will usually a hundred and thirteen degrees when i'm in arizona) i wore this when i warmed up with coach clark for the 400 m. i ran the relay with abby weil, nina grude, and some other poor sap. we were a team, man. coach clark believed in me and i repaid him by tagging the outside of the gmtech building with chelsea mcclarty's backwards initials... the relationship degenerated after that and various battles over authority of wgms news radio.
EXHIBIT B. my ridiculously over-the-top ornate black boots - zippers, buckles, laces, fur trim... ughuhuh. why do i own these? why did i buy these? i wanted big black boots, i was in san diego, i found big black boots. i have continued to wear these for the past two years - convincing myself as much as i could last year they were attractive; and this year, just trying to hide them and keep them for utilitarian purposes. whatever, two years, they were pretty cheap, i've paid my dues.
EXHIBIT C. the bjork jacket. in fact, the jacket that started the uber-successful facebook group BJöRK JACKETS: LIKE A KILLER WHALE YO!! although it has a furry trim on the hood rather than no trim, it's a big fuck-off white down-coat, very similar to the bjork's jacket in her video for jóga. it's really not anywhere near as nice as hers; i confess- mine is cheap, irreparably yellowed and at this point really ugly. it's time for it to go - it's also too much room in storage.
EXHIBIT D. i'm not sure i understand my affection for this little xhilaration/target brand shirt. i think the stripes remind me of something from a nightmare before christmas, oh my god that's it-- a halloween inspired candy-cane.
shit, i'm keeping it- going on five years. i have no idea when i'm getting rid of this thing. i suppose i'm keeping it for the same semi-morbid reasons i hold onto my gashly crumb tinies shirt 'j is for james who took lye by mistake' eventhough i never actually wear it. i made that... i should never give it up...
and while we're at it-- my camera did NOT eat my arizona pictures. here are some shots of good people playing king's cup:
mya, hannah's cousin, playing it cool and picking a card-
liz and nate, standing up to chug for waterfalls-
ben, left, and stan, right, while drinking the king's cup, full of all the crap everyone has poured into it throughout the game-
ben not giving an f, stan post-king's-cup-
the other ben, our host, flicking me off-
me and stan, telling ben he can't handle our shit-
word! study for post-break exam...
goodnight.
but what better way to satisfy your urge to break some shit than clean out your closet and donate to your lobby-floor charity-pile?
EXHIBIT A. my grassland middle school track beenie. why do i still have this? why is it at school? (maybe because it will usually a hundred and thirteen degrees when i'm in arizona) i wore this when i warmed up with coach clark for the 400 m. i ran the relay with abby weil, nina grude, and some other poor sap. we were a team, man. coach clark believed in me and i repaid him by tagging the outside of the gmtech building with chelsea mcclarty's backwards initials... the relationship degenerated after that and various battles over authority of wgms news radio.
EXHIBIT B. my ridiculously over-the-top ornate black boots - zippers, buckles, laces, fur trim... ughuhuh. why do i own these? why did i buy these? i wanted big black boots, i was in san diego, i found big black boots. i have continued to wear these for the past two years - convincing myself as much as i could last year they were attractive; and this year, just trying to hide them and keep them for utilitarian purposes. whatever, two years, they were pretty cheap, i've paid my dues.
EXHIBIT C. the bjork jacket. in fact, the jacket that started the uber-successful facebook group BJöRK JACKETS: LIKE A KILLER WHALE YO!! although it has a furry trim on the hood rather than no trim, it's a big fuck-off white down-coat, very similar to the bjork's jacket in her video for jóga. it's really not anywhere near as nice as hers; i confess- mine is cheap, irreparably yellowed and at this point really ugly. it's time for it to go - it's also too much room in storage.
EXHIBIT D. i'm not sure i understand my affection for this little xhilaration/target brand shirt. i think the stripes remind me of something from a nightmare before christmas, oh my god that's it-- a halloween inspired candy-cane.
shit, i'm keeping it- going on five years. i have no idea when i'm getting rid of this thing. i suppose i'm keeping it for the same semi-morbid reasons i hold onto my gashly crumb tinies shirt 'j is for james who took lye by mistake' eventhough i never actually wear it. i made that... i should never give it up...
and while we're at it-- my camera did NOT eat my arizona pictures. here are some shots of good people playing king's cup:
mya, hannah's cousin, playing it cool and picking a card-
liz and nate, standing up to chug for waterfalls-
ben, left, and stan, right, while drinking the king's cup, full of all the crap everyone has poured into it throughout the game-
ben not giving an f, stan post-king's-cup-
the other ben, our host, flicking me off-
me and stan, telling ben he can't handle our shit-
word! study for post-break exam...
goodnight.