winning

this is by far the best shirt that i have found at my neighboring goodwill. tuck it into a schoolgirl skirt and daydream about hot trysts in cool forests.

art projects a-brewing

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p.s. this is currently my number one contender for album of 2011. i'm a sucker for anything shoegaze. will the raveonettes unseat them when their album comes out on my birthday? the drama!

dream

i am given bags of pink cake balls which turn out to be ferrero rocher eating bunnies in disguise. one of them gets into a pile of ferrero rocher and bounds around in a ferrero rocher wrapper. i chase after it trying to whack it with a book.

so there you go. i am a girl who dreams about candy and bunnies.

the powers of horror

even though i grew up in a hippie area of texas and am fairly privileged and empowered now, this is why i got the fuck out of dodge. this is also why i will go to the grave kicking and screaming that misogyny exists in its worst forms, and will the real feminists please stand up.

love story

la threw a nasty tantrum this winter. it poured for days, the sky was gray, and i finally understood why the stereotypical chinese used water for torture. last week on the day when smog and rain fought for atmospheric dominance, and a homeless person took off his pants on my nightly busride, i received a phone call offering me a chance to relocate. clouds thundered in my heart. the next day la, trembling with the penitence of an errant lover, parted its clouds and sent birdsong through my window. the sun shone, it was perfectly temperate, and i could even swear the smog has lifted, because the colors in the trees seem brighter than usual. it has been like this for 3 days. i should threaten to move to the east coast more often.

wino forever

in case any of you were wondering, oprah winfrey's tv channel (OWN) does in fact include work by white people (post-racial sociopolitical analysis another day). i know this because in a burst of desperate channel surfing i landed upon a presentation of little women. the book was immensely formative for me, though i have no idea how other girls of my generation relate to it. were they all too busy with the boy band du jour? do they even know the book exists? i am of course jo, the bookish firebrand who sells her hair and takes up with an older gentleman, but how i desperately wanted amy's vocation and beth's grace. meg was always horrible.

today according to camerafone

smog-filled morning prescient with rain. i continue my friday tradition of subverting normative work dress.