Romantic Candlelit Shower for 1

So the power was out for a bit while they worked on the electricity in the building. I of course was just about to get in the shower when it went out and had to stop the water and go on a hunt for candles.

Once I got them all placed and lit, I must say it was actually kind of nice. It would have been nicer to have somebody to share it with but it was still very relaxing and peaceful to shower by candle light. I guess I shouldn't be so quick to say that I was alone, I did have to leave the door open a crack for more light and kitty took that as an invitation to come sit in the bathroom and peep on me while I took a shower.

It romantic shower alone made me think of Kelly's weight watchers leader who would tell them, "you gotta treat yourself like a guest in your own home". As hilarious as we thought that was (and still do really) there is a lot of truth to it. Its so easy to get complacent with our own lives, it's nice to shake things up and do something special every now and then. That's ariel's theory behind wanting to use the nice china sometimes, although that seems a lot more risky. I don't want to be trusted with anything breakable yet, I still feel like i'm 8 years old when handling porcelain.

that's what she said

what does this mean?

nice guy

Take a look at this nice guy!! I walk walking down the street and literally stopped in my tracks when I saw him.

I love how the idea would be that you would see that this pet shop had a store kitty and think that it added to the ambiance and appeal, but this nice guy needs to make sure to sit in the most inappropriate way possible.

And he clearly saw me taking pictures of him but just gave me some dirty looks and then went back to whatever he needed to do in the big beautiful picture window on lexington avenue.

my walk home from work

I was walking home from work and thinking how fortunate I am to have my commute include a trip through one of the most famous parks in the world. I often find myself on 5th avenue watching those weird double decker busses go by or seeing a tour group and I remember the first time that I ever came to new york city. I'm sure we were doing the requisite trip to FAO Schwartz and Tiffany and what not, but I distinctly remember walking along this stretch of 5th avenue by central park. I don't know why it made such an impression on me but I've always loved this part of new york ever since. I think central park is pretty phenomenal, and I like 5th because it makes me feel like i'm straddling the line between the fantasy land of central park and the reality of new york city.

I also love this walk because (for those of us who are tall enough) you will occasionally catch glimpses of the park over the stone wall and it always looks so picturesque. Growing up in the suburbs has made me really love the planned naturalness, you know, like a bunch strategically placed trees of different variety. I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff.

Beyonce-Dangerously In Love

This morning while I was cleaning up my room and getting ready to do yoga Beyonce's Dangerously in Love came on.

Lets have a talk about how amazing this song is first of all. I mean, Beyonce tries and tries to do the ballads but I don't necessarily think every one is a gem. But this one, this one you can't argue with.

But then there is her performing it at the Grammy's (video above). I think a lot of my love for this song comes from this COMPLETELY ABSURD performance that she gives. I do have to say that I'm disappointed the video cuts off right after it's over because I remember after the dove landing on her hand they showed a clip of the audience and you could see Missy Elliot giving her one of those 'oh no you didn't just have a bird land on your hand at the end of that performance' looks while she's clapping.

Ok, I need to immediately get away from youtube or I will spend the next 3 hours watching music videos.

gotta kill 5 minutes

only five more to go before i'm out of work for the weekend. I know it's a cop out post but I desperately needed something to do to keep myself from just staring at the tiny numbers crawling past in the corner of my screen.

Sooooooo. Yeah...i'm a minute in. Exciting right?

oh dammit!! of course a call comes in. Ugggggg, now i'm going to be here even longer!!!!

come on, seriously, lets get this show on the road.

Oh, and then you don't even take up the whole 5 minutes with your call. Even worse. I miss the days when I worked at a place where we got calls from celebrities (or their assistants). Now I only get calls from old people who refer to me as "that nice young lady"

Ok, I'm out scouts.

Fail

Ok so I am definitely having problems with this "one a day post" concept. My problem yesterday was that I had nothing really interesting going on during the first part of my day, but I was hanging out with Dan in the evening. I figured, we'll do something fun, i'll snap a picture, as long as i get home before 12 I can post something really fast and not be a complete failure at meeting my own very low standards of bloggery.

However, no pictures were taken and i got home right as the daily show started which completely sucked me in. Speaking of, did anybody see the colbert report last night with the guy from tennessee? wtf?! It was like nathanael running for state office. I mean, honestly it was kind of nice to see another state having really sketchy representation and not just SC all the time, but still. scary.

So I guess my question is(I love how I pose questions to my blog like I would to a magic 8 ball, since nobody ever really responds to my questions yet since only like 5 people actually check it), should I just post things like this that really aren't exciting at all, just to meet my goal of one post a day, or should I not compromise my ideals of only posting interesting and fascinating things, even if that means recognizing that a day in my life might go by without anything really interesting of fascinating happening?

choices. choices.

See below

So Andrew wrote me a message saying that he had tried to comment about my "post about being stuck in a rut" which made me laugh as that is not how I intended the last post to come out.

That being said, it's funny how one person can see a ritual and another can see it as a rut. It made me think about what things I do every day that I see as rut and what I see as ritual. Yoga I would like to think of as a ritual, although even with that I can easily get stuck in a rut. If I don't really make a point of it I will usually just do the things that are the easiest and most fun for me to do. I actually have to set an intention of doing the poses that challenge me and take me out of my "rut" and challenge me during my yoga "routine".

Right now my life is so all over the place that it's hard for me to really think of a "rut" that I'm in, but if I had to I'd say that my addiction to coffee is a pretty bad rut. I would say I probably go one day every month or so without having coffee for whatever reason, but never by choice. I generally will go through hell or high water to get my coffee in the morning, which is a rut that I'm not always such a fan of. I find it's easier for me to quit coffee in the winter time, as it's the draw of the iced coffee that gets me out of bed each morning these days. I don't know why it's so appealing but I love nothing more than a big iced coffee while I do my morning chores. I think I like the instant gratification and the consitency of an iced coffee. With hot coffee there is all the blowing and cooling before you can start drinking it, then you have a window of opportunity before the coffee turns room temperature and gross. With iced coffee you at least have the visual of the melting ice to herald the start of "gross coffee temperature".

What was the point of this post? Oh yeah, ruts. I guess besides my chronic joblessness I'm not really in any ruts these days. I guess I have routines that I like to do when I'm in various cities, but I'm never anywhere consistently enough for those routines to turn in to ruts.

So yeah, suck on that Andrew and your percieved pessimism

Ritual

I was doing yoga today and started thinking about rituals that I do every day, or have done in the past. I find for myself that I get in to a certain ritual for a few years but can then give it up and move on, but even so I always have some kind of ritual that I do every day. Wether it was practicing piano for years as a child, or doing yoga now as an adult, I've always had things that I do regularly.

While my mind was wandering on the subject of ritual during my warriors I couldn't help but think about all of the theatre history classes I've taken over the course of my life and how ritual is always a central focus in theatre. My mind was also taken back to "Dancing in the Streets" by Barbara Ehrenreich about the history of people coming together for no reason other than to celebrate and experience joy. In it she also touches on the idea that humans have an innate craving for ritual in their lives.

I think for me I enjoy having something I can rely on, especially more recently in my life when I have so many uncertainties from day to day. I like knowing that, if nothing else, I'll still do a handstand every day. I think what's hard is imagining a life where I don't have the time to do a handstand every day. I know that I need to buckle down and figure out some kind of "career" for myself, but the thought of working 40+ hours a week scares me because I know I wouldn't be able to keep up with the rituals that I've come to rely on to shape my life.

I guess the answer is to get a job that utilizes the life that I'm already leading...so any suggestions would be appreciated. In the meantime, I'm just going to keep getting up in the morning, unrolling my yoga mat, and doing what I know how to do.

storms a brewin

Meghan and I met up for a lay out in the park today but the sunshine and carefree day quickly turned in to the perfect storm.

It was actually really incredible how suddenly it turned. I don't know if my photo really captures the scope of the darkness overcoming us. The rain was accompanied by really sudden death winds as well which caught everybody completely off guard. The first blast carried with it a swarm of bags, papers, and small children from the picnickers of sheep's meadow.

It seemed that today's storm mirrored last nights events for all of us. As I posted earlier I had a rough night last night, never even making it out to the bars because I got so hammered so fast that I was left completely incapacitated, but apparently so did Ariel and Meghan as well. Ariel just told me that she fainted in the union square subway station and had to be taken back to Ed's for a cold shower and she was done for the night. Meghan accidentally ate four pistachios and ended up in the emergency room last night. My favorite part of the story was when Sam tried to give her an epi-pen but ended up just jabbing her in the thigh really hard with the plastic cap that covers the needle.

Do any of my astrology friends know if the planets were aligned last night or some shit?

Cool

Here are some cool porcelain statues that I found via reddit.com earlier today.

http://urbantitan.com/the-creepy/

i think they would look good in ariel's china cabinet with all of her antique pink glass.

Hungover

ugggggg how do i let myself get in these situations? I feel like I'm constantly torn between feeling like I'm too old for crazy nights of drinking, and feeling like i should still party hearty while i'm young because in 5 more years i really will be too old.

but the real answer is that i shouldn't think that i can drink at all. I single handedly ruined what should have been an amazing night out in nyc by getting completely hammered before we ever even left the apt. I managed to ride the subway for like three stops before I knew that if I didn't get off I would be throwing up all over Dan, so I ran. I literally ran while the doors were open and left Dan on the subway. I still haven't heard from him, I wouldn't be surprised if he hates me, but I had to! I ended up coming home and throwing up for like an hour and then falling asleep completely naked on the floor of my bedroom.

And all of this was from a couple drinks that I had while we were hanging out at my apt. We hadn't even made it to any actual bars yet, and it was only like 11 at night. Why do I never learn my lesson?

Not unlike the time in college when I similarly got hammered with Meredith before going out and ended up leaving her on the street corner while I ran away. I don't think I threw up that night but I did shove all of my books out the window of my 4th floor apt. My windows wouldn't stay open on their own so you had to put something there to prop them up so I kept a row of good hardcover books on the window sill for just the thing. Well in my drunken stupor I felt like I needed some air so I opened the window and literally just pushed all of my books out. The next morning when I went out I found a couple of the books stacked neatly on our stoop.

The point is that I do not need to be drinking like that ever again. I don't know why I ever thought that I could handle it because clearly I can't. As Liz once said, "everytime you drink it's like the 5 year old flower girl at a wedding who's just had her first sip of champaign"

Saturday afternoon

Saturday afternoon was spent at Eliza's parents home on Sullivan's Island. I guess they have been here for about 4 years now but this was the first time I had been back to Charleston since they built it and moved in. There has always been much debate about which of her houses was "the best". Her father, having been in real estate for all of our childhoods, moved around quite a bit so there are quite a few different homes that each hold special memories for anybody privy to be invited.

If not for the home itself, this one has to take the cake just for the view. This first video I took was standing in the pool and looking from the neighbors to the left over to the neighbors to the right. I couldn't take a picture because the view was too expansive, even from inside the house, so I had to take a video.

This second video I took while walking down the incredibly long dock to the boat house where we spent part two of our afternoon. I understand if you get too seasick to watch the whole thing, but it's pretty incredible. You can see the new bridge all the way over to the sullivans island draw bridge.

So the point of this post was supposed to be more about what an amazing afternoon we had, not just how incredible the view was, but I feel like being in such a beautiful and quintessentially charleston environment only added to the ambiance of the afternoon.

It started with Jojo and Katie hanging out in and by the pool with us. Margaret made us margaritas that were too perfect. It all felt very right, and like we hadn't ever left.

We had lunch on the porch before we went down the dock to swim in the marsh while it was still high tide. I don't think i've laughed that hard in a long time, in general. Just a whole afternoon of laughter and sly glances exchanged between old friends.

We had a break in the afternoon when we took Jojo back home and I got to visit with her Mom who I hadn't seen in quite some time. On the way back we picked up Meghan and Sam and began our second part of my Saturday of amazingness.

We took Meghan and Sam out to the dock to show them the view and enjoy champagne that Margaret has insisted we have (to much arm twisting of course). It didn't take long for Sam to find the rope attached to the crab trap and begin pulling it up. It didn't take long for decisions to be made that the crabs must be cooked and eaten.

I have to say, I feel bad for crabs. Meghan was quick to point out that I am pretty much constantly eating cheeseburgers, which may be true, but there was something about those sad crabs holding on to the bars of the cage for dear life, knowing the boiling doom that awaited them. It was just sad. I know, I'm a hypocrite, I can't help it.

Regardless of the carnage, it was the perfect end to an amazing low country day. The three of them feasted on crab while i took a nighttime swim in the pool and watched the headlights cross the new cooper river bridge.

As incredible as it was to be able to spend the day in a home like that, feeling like you had stepped in to a pottery barn catalogue, the very end of our evening was just as special. We finally got ourselves back to meghan's house where we found a huge container of shrimp creole that her parents had made. Meghan, Sam, and I ended the night sitting around the cozy kitchen table eating shrimp creole and laughing about everything.

from IOP to Sullivans

On Saturday I met Eliza for breakfast at the Seabiscuit cafe on Isle of Palms and then followed her to her parents on Sullivan's Island.

Everything about it was amazing, the perfect charleston day for me. I had the best bowl of grits and an amazing conversation with an old friend.

When I was following her to her parents house I knew I wanted to make a video of driving the bridge between iop and sullivans, because it was another one of those memories i will always have of growing up. Bouncing around from one persons house to another, freeze pops at Meghans and debauchery at Andrews poolhouse. I will always love this little drive over Breach Inlet.

So last week when I drove from Sarasota Florida up to Charleston South Carolina for a wedding I was all excited to make this video during the drive.

For those of you who don't know I am from Sarasota but grew up in Charleston so I made the drive between the two several times a year from when I was 8-18 years old. Especially once I got my car and would make the trip by myself I came to really love it. The trip takes about 8 hours which is the perfect amount of time to lose yourself on the highways and find interesting landmarks on the country highways like 301 and 17.

So there is a place on highway 17 that's between 95 and Charleston and I always used to love it. If you were traveling to charleston this was the first glimpse of the marsh that you would get after spending the past 5 hours seeing nothing but interstate, and if you were leaving Charleston it was your last glimpse of beauty until you hit Florida.

There are several things that I loved about this stretch of highway. The transition from overhanging oak trees to wide open marshland is incredibly sudden and dramatic. I actually wasn't really sure that I knew where it was when I made the trip and it definitely snuck up on me so the video I took only really shows the marsh. I loved how long this little strip of asphalt stretched through the marsh with only a tiny row of bushes on either side to stop you if anything happened and you found yourself careening towards pluffmud doom. Mostly I just loved this entrance to the lowcountry, it comes about an hour and a half away from charleston so it always made me excited to be so close to home.

What ended up being kind of sad though was that since I've made this trip last they had started working on expanding this section of 17 to make it four lanes. It's hard to get too upset about the devastation to the ecosystem of the marshland by bringing in all this construction equipment because it's not like the road i'm already on was a natural part of the land, but still its very sad seeing what the view used to be like on the right and then how ugly it is to the left.

I was thinking of not posting this video at all but then I decided that I really should because it still shows something that I loved, just how it changes just like everything else. My whole trip to Charleston was like this, I could still see the elements of it that made Charleston what it was for me, but also how it has moved on.

Letter from my Aunt

So my Aunt is a nun, and also hilarious. She's always been one of my favorite people, and the older I've gotten the more I've come to understand what it's really meant that she has spent her whole life as a nun. She is in her 90s now living in upstate NY.

So apparently my father jokingly accused her of not really being a nun for some stupid reason. While I was down visiting her he recieved this letter from her in the mail. It's so indicitive of her sense of humor, it makes me smile every time i see it.

Myakka River State Park

So while Jon was visiting me in Florida he said that he really wanted to see an alligator up close. I told him I could do that but I wasn't just going to take him to a zoo, I was going to take him to see a gator up close and personal.

I took him to Myakka River State Park which is a little south east of Sarasota. We used to go there a lot when I was a kid, my brother really liked it and would always say "let's go to Myakka, let's go to Myakka". I apparently would always say, "let's go to Brussakka, let's go to Brussakka" much to everyones confusion. I guess they finally figured out that I thought the park belonged to my brother so I was putting "bruh" for brother in the place of the "my", thinking it was literally my brother's-akka park. still makes sense to me.

Anyways, we had such a great time. We rented our canoes at around 10:30 and the woman said it was such and such an amount for the first hour and then an extra $5 after the first hour was up. I was all, "oh I'm sure we'll want to explore for at least a couple hours". Yeah, hardly. It was incredibly hot, and I had forgotten how challenging it is to paddle a canoe. It wasn't so much my arms that got tired but more my back from sitting on the weird metal seat with no back and having to prop myself up. I kept thinking about the early explorers who would have traveled through these florida swamps for days in a canoe. They must have had great backs!

We saw several alligators, but none let us get very close to them. They would be sitting right at the surface watching us and then when we got maybe 20 ft away they would just slowly sink under the surface. It was really unsettling. Whenever i watch alligators I think about how an acting teacher once told us that when Anthony Hopkins was researching for the role of Hannibal Lecter he decided to base the character on a true cold blooded killer, the alligator, so he would go to the zoo and watch them for hours. If you know alligators mannerisms and you watch the movie with that understanding it really is incredible. There's something about how they are so still and just watch you, but then when they do move it's very deliberate and calculated. Whenever we would be in the middle of one of those giant fields of lilly pads we would all of a sudden see a couple of them move just a little bit and get so freaked out that it was some giant 12 foot gator just under the surface watching us floundering in our metal coffin.

But we didn't die, we ended up having a really fun time, and definitely made it back within the initial hour, both drenched in sweat and exhausted.

I'm lame

When i did a google search of images for "i'm lame" this was one of the first thing that comes up.

Anyways, I'm lame for missing over a weeks worth of blog posts. I had intended to post something every day but I still can't figure out how to post directly from my phone and I was travelling a lot the last week and didn't have regular access to a computer.

The good news is that I think I still took a picture or video every day so I would have something to post if i could get myself online, so now all I have to do is sort through them and post them all in the next couple days. Does it still count if I do it like that?

Anybody that knows about the Android and can help me figure out how to blog directly from it will be my new hero and will be taken out for a shot of whiskey.

sunshine skyway

Here's a video of us driving over the sunshine skyway bridge right after I picked Jon up from the airport.

that's what she said

well what are we supposed to do for fun?

hahaha advertisers

so the advertisements on my page are supposed to be based on the content of my blog. I'm curious as to why all of the ads right now are for cancer treatments and liver failure prevention.

I only posted one thing about being wasted!

Home sweet home

This is a video I took while driving to Lido Beach in Sarasota Florida. I feel like it wasn't until I moved away from here that I was really able to appreciate just how beautiful it is. Now coming down from New York I'm always stunned by how picturesque the views are here.

I have definitely been wowed by the views in Malibu, there is something to be said about the amount you can see from high up in the mountains, I remember being convinced that I'd be able to see a whale out in the pacific. But even though Florida is considerably flatter, I think the combination of blue skies, aqua marine water, and swaying palm trees is unrivaled.

I guess it's easy to live somewhere and not really appreciate it, when the spectacle becomes the everyday. I think that's why I've enjoyed traveling so much in this past year. Even when I'm in New York now I enjoy walking around and taking in the breathtaking views, as opposed to years past when i just grumbled my way to and from work.

Besides the beaches and weather, I also love Florida for the produce. Right now I am having a smoothie inspired by Simple (strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, peaches, orange juice, and spirulina) and wishing that there was a way i could merge beach life and city life in to one glorious existence. But I suppose this is nothing new, it's what everybody wants.

Also, please note that I am blasting Mariah in this video. What else would you expect?

That's what she said

If anybody can explain what this means I would appreciate it.

if anybody can get this screen printed on to a t-shirt for me it would be even more appreciated.

McCafe?

So I actually noticed this a few weeks ago but it seems like more and more are springing up. What is the deal with the McCafe? I guess they are trying to revamp their style to make it less kid oriented and more like a swanky hang out? I kind of want to go inside to see if they replaced the plastic chairs and tables with psuedo antique comfy chairs like starbucks. I can't imagine how they could though, because any kind of fabric would just get soaked in grease after a few days, I thought that was why they had to use plastic, so they could hose everything down with bleach at the end of the night.

And if you look close you can see that this particular one has a "walk up" window. I have to admit it is clever. I haven't eaten in McDonalds in a long time, though recently I have had strange cravings for it. I think I would be more inclined to sneak up to a walk through window under the cover of darkness then every actually set foot inside a McDonalds. I feel like if somebody I know ran in to me I could just be like, "oh, I didn't realize this was a McCafe walk up window, silly me" and play it off easier than if somebody caught me inside an actual McDonalds at which point I guess I would just resort to pretending to be so completely hammered that I had no idea where I was in general. Kind of like that video of Avril Lavigne. It was Avril right? Or was it Ashlee Simpson. Either way, I'm an angsty teen girl, and thanks to kitty attacking me the other night it looks like I cut myself as well, so that adds to the authenticity.

Lilly posted a story about how Starbucks is sneaking in to our neighborhoods under the guise of a quaint local coffee shop:

http://briefcasetelophase.blogspot.com/2010/03/coffee-loving-goths.html

I feel like this is similar, I mean at least McDonalds kept their logo on the store but still, it's kind of gross to consider McDonalds as a "cafe". What's next, outdoor seating? Table service? If I'm going to eat fast food I'm not going to make an event of it I'm going to do it in private so I can sob in to the bag while i eat my troubles away.

unbelievably hot

It's been so hot in nyc the past few days! My father keeps sending me text messages telling me how many degrees hotter it is in nyc than it is in florida (usually about 10 degrees!).

As much as it sucks for me I feel especially bad for kitty as he has the most absurdly thick and luxurious coat. I can seriously brush him with two brushes at the same time and have them completely full of hair within a few swipes. I have brushed him for like 30 minutes and still not gotten to a point where i wasn't pulling huge clumps of hair out of the brushes every few moments.

This morning I wanted to do something nice for kitty since he's just been laying around looking on the brink of exhaustion, so I put these heart shaped ice cubes in his water dish this morning. It was kind of hard to get a great pic of them, esp because they melted alarmingly fast, but you can kind of see the intention.

Regardless he couldn't have cared less. We were actually out of dry food this morning so I decided to give him one of the emergency cans of food that I keep stored away. I swear, the instant that I opened the can he came running faster than I've ever seen him run. It was incredible, the last I had checked on him he was passed out on the floor, yet all I had to do was crack open the can and he was right there at my feet, shrieking at the top of his lungs.

So anyways, he didn't even notice the nice heart ice cubes because he had his whole face jammed in the food dish for a good 20 minutes.

nice guy

This was a sign on a community board that I passed while walking to get coffee this morning. There are a lot of things I like about this, especially that the text implies that he is a pet owner himself and just doing his duty for the community.

a voice like mariah herself

This is a video I took when I was in L.A. for memorial day, just finally figured out how to transfer it from my phone.

The best part was when Leah said, "i wanted to make her in to a youtube star but there's already a singing pug on the circuit"

30% off? How can I resist

Finally, one stop shopping for all my mating and mounting needs!

happy 4th of july

in honor of our nation I got a red white and blue penis pop. I haven't had a popsicle in over 2 years, so this was a big deal for me.

it was so worth it!

wall and testicles at pio pio

We went to eat at this Peruvian restaurant uptown and they sat us at the most ridiculous table. It was actually two 2 person tables that they put together for our party of four, however it was jammed up against the wall so we could only sit on three sides of this absurdly long monstrosity. The first picture us our wonderful view of the wall that was two feet away from us.

The second picture is of the moist towelette that we received upon finishing our meal. Now, correct me if i'm wrong, but is that not a really jolly set of testicles?

And I'm so sorry lilly for disrupting all of the other patrons with my "obnoxiously bright flash". Who would have thought that the world would continue to spin even though some people were momentarily inconvenienced.

two nice guys!

while getting coffee at 9th st. espresso there were these two guys hanging out in front waiting for their owner. Apparently they are such a fixture at the door that there is a similar picture of them at the coffee shop taken by a real photographer.

my favorite building

the first time i saw this I was so startled, but now i've come to love it. I'm not sure what this building is, and if it has any real affiliation with hello kitty or if it's just Mariah's home, but I LOVE it! It's on Park ave somewhere in midtown.

So I was cleaning last night/this morning in preperation for Andrew coming and the detective decided to help me out! First he decided to clean his butt right in the middle of the newly mopped floor, but that proved to be very exhausting so he eventually just passed out.

Apparently he likes that spot and will lay on anything that gets in his way. This morning when i finished cleaning the living room i turned my back for a moment and turned around to find him in this EXACT SAME SPOT!

How is he so lazy?! I guess there are only so many pictures i can take of him before he gets annoyed though.

I have been noticing stuff like this a lot lately

This was a set of paintbrushes I bought last weekend for my anti-social arts and crafts time. I have actually purchased several things recently that have had similar discrepancies, where it says one thing in one place and another in another place.

How is it so hard for me to find a job but there is somebody who gets paid to (poorly) edit the text on the paintbrush packaging?

that's his anger shining through!

Here's that nice guy last night, sitting all weird on the couch. He was originally laying amongst the pillows with his upper half hanging over the edge like a slab of meat. Apparently I angered him with my picture taking which led to this photograph, which I actually feel captures his true spirit pretty well.

Between him and Nathanael I am just constantly terrified when I walk around the apt at night.

really crappy pics of some fireworks

when i got home last night they were shooting off fireworks over the east river. i went up on the roof to enjoy the very end of them and tried to snap some pics but the combination of the building in my way, the 40 i was drinking, and my inability to predict the explosions resulted in some really terrible pictures. Here's the best of them, kind of looks more like the building is exploding, but that's cool too.

rabbit rabbit rabbit

my grandmother would always say rabbit rabbit rabbit on the 1st of the month, she said that if you were the first person to say it to somebody then you would have good luck for the month.

when i google searched "rabbit rabbit rabbit" this was the image that came up. I think this is what my grandmother had in mind.