my first friend was Molly Joy, we met when we were three, and have stayed close for 17 years.

we know each other very, very very well.





I am going to spend new years eve/ day/ multiple days in New York citttyyyy with Molly

so SO excited

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IM BACK

2 weeks ago we got robbed.

Once I was fully in the shower, a fecking eejit walked right into our humble home, WALKED RIGHT IN I TELL YOU, AS I WAS PUTTING THE CONDITIONER IN MY HAIR, and made off with all our valuables. No more laptop. Oh and no more phone. and our security. And keys to the house. and and and

I met some really top notch individuals through the robbery. Like the charming Officer Piss-on. The middle aged, round, and squishy Latino police officer who came to our rescue after this disastrous deed, armed with a taser and pepper spray. He had clear braces and a lisp.

anyway. I fly home to PA.

I was seated in the middle of an chinese tour group, on route to Washington DC to see "Obama," apparently. the man sitting next to me, on the 5 hour flight, apparently took a liking to me.
he invited me to dinner, and to return to china with him.

It would have been possibly, maybe, sort of, maybe, kind of, flattering, except he possessed a vague aura of someone who would shove me in a suitcase and bring me back to china to cook and clean for all eternity.

I believe I'm going mad.

this was my day

i am curled up under 2 huge comforters, waiting for today to be over so i can wake up tomorrow, remember that i accomplished nothing today, and feel like shit for about 15 minutes, till i chug a mug of coffee and write and revise the 2 papers i should have written today.

omg omg omg omg

http://www.alejandralaviada.com/#a=0&at=0&mi=2&pt=1&pi=10000&s=12&p=2

Gillian Wearing: It leaves a lot to the imagination, that's what art

should do. It leaves you something to go away with,

something to think about. It doesn't say: this is a story,

completely, and this is my take on it.

last night... not in any particular order.

Sunday Shunday Shunday

a. I am hung over and possibly still drunk from last night.

b. my mother is in the New York times today, 2 photos of her. I'm really proud

c. blaaaaaaaaaaah i need an iv drip of coffee going right into my arm.

d. I have fake blood somehow smeared all over my arms.

e. Boo.

some of my favorites

Recent color prints:

digital and black and white prints, going back a lil while: