Friday, March 27, 2009

Images from beyond

New bike. Check it. Mine is the ladies version and it is in pristine condition.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Attack Cat

JuJu the Jew had a run-in with my glasses while they were still on my face.

I can't tell whether the scratches are from my glasses or her claws.

Oh yeah, and the three cats have been cooing at each other all morning. At least they aren't hissing at each other anymore.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

My cat does not shut her eyes fully when sleeping.

I am happy.

So happy, in fact, that I have ignored this little bloggy boo.

I have moved into my new apartment, and my roommates are quite wonderful. I was a little nervous about living with siblings but I truly enjoy the dynamic. Plus the feline roommates are a cuddly duo of joy.

Some recent introspection has led me to the realization that I have the most caring and loving group of friends one could ask for. I am in friend love with all of them.

Speaking of love, my love is alive and well and he is a beautiful creature as always.

And of course, my family members have been surprising me every day with their ability to just simply get along with one another and appreciate what we have. I just wish losing my grandmother didn't have to be the event that forced this into us.

So, I am happy. The happiest I have been for as long as I can remember. I will keep it this way.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008


First and foremost, check out the Look Alive Project.

Sunday October 12th @ the Granby Theater.

Some friends of mine are on the bill!
Check out Howard Tarpey, Trish Vaneeckhoute, Beth Nottingham, Sarah Carter, Lord Ryan Thomas, and all the other wonderful artists that will be there!

Here is the flier:

And then...

I made a new wallet. Trish gave me some vintage Playboys to play around with.

The pictures are from my Sidekick so they are horrible quality. New pictures to come soon. I may include a picture of the interior, but for the time being, imagine sharks and rainbows in a black sea.

Exterior: open

Exterior: closed

Let's wrap things up with a little VANZIG!

going down.


When I look back at things I’ve written, I tend to notice hidden words behind or between other words. When I said -I’ve never hated someone so much- I really should have just written love instead of hate. It is always this way. I say I'm getting better and I'm getting over it, and while I may be, I cannot quite will myself to enjoy the letting go. Is it so bad to want you around forever, even when you are moody and mean? Is it wrong to want to forget what happened and forgive you a million times over? Because I would, even when I know I should not. I understand I am discovering nothing new or profound, just reckoning with my own weakness. It is a hiding game and I doubt I will ever come out to be found.

Am I lovesick (yes, don’t believe me) or maybe boy crazy or maybe something else? My heart longs for so many, so I must be some foolish lost-love girl. In all situations, though, my mind is made up for me, even when my mind so vehemently fights back. Inevitably, though, my mind must be the winner. My heart, which so fully loves and accepts and desires, is, more often than not, trumped by the harsh and biting words of my mind and while my heart may go on loving, it simply writes ill-placed poems of its love instead of long, lavishing, sweetly languorous odes to its beloved.

Let’s consider the current case in hand. A name has been popping up in my inbox with great frequency recently. Many times it is simply in the subject line and the content of the message has nothing to do with the person I am thinking of, but nevertheless, my heart remembers my admiration for the one who bares the name and beats as if it may close in upon itself. The great misfortune, though, is that this heart versus mind battle has already been fought and won (rather courageously) by my mind’s sharp and poisonous tongue.

I wonder: Will my heart ever be strong enough to win?

Done with sappy.
Or maybe not.