a diligent and creative labor of love spanning decades; i log things i can't forget, so i don't forget them.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Was in philly this weekend planned a trip to celebrate Jenny's birthday and it was really fun. Pics soon
Worked today had halal food and leftover ice cream from last night for lunch. Had dinner at Wendy's tonight after work and came home just now. Saw straight nick walking out of the building with some fashiony dressed blonde girl. My super joe did say he would see him with lots of girls. I want to buy more protective clothing. Smartwool maybe, its so cold lately
Worked today had halal food and leftover ice cream from last night for lunch. Had dinner at Wendy's tonight after work and came home just now. Saw straight nick walking out of the building with some fashiony dressed blonde girl. My super joe did say he would see him with lots of girls. I want to buy more protective clothing. Smartwool maybe, its so cold lately
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
so this is kind of cute, tommy strauss was part of the new keanu reeves documentary "side by side", and got to use some footage from "little christine". i havent seen the whole thing yet so i dont know how much is being used, but we're in the trailer 00:32
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Monday, January 16, 2012
A possible explanation for why women seem to want more cuddling than men is that females tend to get more physical contact from their friends and parents during their upbringing than males do; men may simply not know the pleasure that they’re missing. Also, high oxytocin levels are so pleasing, that they are addictive. Woman may just want more of this ‘drug’ that they have become so accustomed to at younger ages. And, yes, just like with any other drug, there are withdrawal symptoms, depression, for example, when suddenly deprived of it (Crenshaw).
Thursday, January 12, 2012
I just had the scariest nightmare of the me in the painting strangling me woke up this morning really stressed about a blue ghosty pale Andrea lol. I think I'm resentful at being made vulnerable. Scared the person I made it for doesn't really understand or appreciate, scared of the version of me that's normally hidden. I hate being vulnerable, someone once said its like taking off your armor on a battlefield and walking up to your opponent with closed eyes and open hands... Or something. I thought about not giving it away, but it's worse to keep it to myself. and I don't want to look at it right now or think about keepin it in my apartment. I love it though. But it's too Dorian gray for me, in the regurgitation of what's inside, the very act of examining yourself can freak you out.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NHkv0S1NEA
commit to living and being weird and passionate or you might as well die.
This is love. Not two people who have only known each other or who are drawn together in a single line.
It's out of a sea of faces, two people who's eyes meet and can't stop looking.
Brunch with charles n clement at Doma Sunday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iga9z7Sy-pI&feature=youtube_gdata_player
There was a girl named Beatrice who didn't know who she was exactly or what she wanted when this angel saw her. He watched over her from a distance and eventually after a long time they got together. Angels aren't supposed to get with humans, they're a different species meant for a different purpose. But they can become anything they want and are so beautiful if they want to be Beatrice didn't have much choice in the matter. She knew from her childhood that their children would be half human half angel, giants, hercules, and cyclops were of this breed. And that an angel who was with a human was cast out of heaven, fallen. He wouldn't be her guardian angel anymore. Love isn't just a feeling, it's knowing all this and perhaps falling anyway.
Beatrice from Dante's inferno who leads him and is his muse in his journey through purgatory and hell.
In a past life I was my mother. In my earliest photos of her she's like I am now.. 23 with a straight backbone and a set idea of what to do. With eyes closed on the subway, I imagine the worst. But isn't the imagined always better? Both my mother and me in my head.
I got my new fridge in finally. I put in an order a while back, there was nothing wrong with my old fridge but it opened the wrong way. And the one before that, my original fridge, was old and not up to date. So finally while I'm on break I get a call from my super saying the fridge finally is in. When I come back from texas there it is sitting in the hallway like a locked out boyfriend. Last time I'd gone home for Christmas the year before, I'd interviewed for a job and while at home found out I got it and could start when I came back to new York. So like the new job I installed it today and it fits well and is brand new. A psychic my friend katy and I encountered in soho late at night said id be with my soulmate in January.
commit to living and being weird and passionate or you might as well die.
This is love. Not two people who have only known each other or who are drawn together in a single line.
It's out of a sea of faces, two people who's eyes meet and can't stop looking.
Brunch with charles n clement at Doma Sunday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iga9z7Sy-pI&feature=youtube_gdata_player
There was a girl named Beatrice who didn't know who she was exactly or what she wanted when this angel saw her. He watched over her from a distance and eventually after a long time they got together. Angels aren't supposed to get with humans, they're a different species meant for a different purpose. But they can become anything they want and are so beautiful if they want to be Beatrice didn't have much choice in the matter. She knew from her childhood that their children would be half human half angel, giants, hercules, and cyclops were of this breed. And that an angel who was with a human was cast out of heaven, fallen. He wouldn't be her guardian angel anymore. Love isn't just a feeling, it's knowing all this and perhaps falling anyway.
Beatrice from Dante's inferno who leads him and is his muse in his journey through purgatory and hell.
In a past life I was my mother. In my earliest photos of her she's like I am now.. 23 with a straight backbone and a set idea of what to do. With eyes closed on the subway, I imagine the worst. But isn't the imagined always better? Both my mother and me in my head.
I got my new fridge in finally. I put in an order a while back, there was nothing wrong with my old fridge but it opened the wrong way. And the one before that, my original fridge, was old and not up to date. So finally while I'm on break I get a call from my super saying the fridge finally is in. When I come back from texas there it is sitting in the hallway like a locked out boyfriend. Last time I'd gone home for Christmas the year before, I'd interviewed for a job and while at home found out I got it and could start when I came back to new York. So like the new job I installed it today and it fits well and is brand new. A psychic my friend katy and I encountered in soho late at night said id be with my soulmate in January.
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