exhibit 1.
when i am tipsy, i dance-- even, perhaps especially,
if i am on a main artery road in front of a fire station.
exhibit 2.
i would look like this maybe if i were male. or butch.
a very special 'thank you' to gael garcía bernal for his body, and jude law for his hair.
it felt like the thing to do.
i have a lot of streptococcus bacteria in my throat. ouch.
there are a lot of people called chris or variations happening in my life.
a 34-year-old man with that very name bought mary a drink from across the bar and she spent the night flirting with him.
i had a haircut today-- just to trim the ends. mr. haircutter kept asking if i was all right, and after quickly reassuring him several times, i replied, 'actually, i'm dying and i've just been very stoic about it up until now.' but in a nice way that made him laugh. my tongue is poison.
i think bruce willis is pretty handsome.
COMING SOON, I PROMISE: actually recognising the holidays with a christmasy post, photos of my brother being awesome, eventually photos i got developed from the summer and scans of the holly + marina journals.