brand new jam: oct/nov 2007

Pilot G-2 Mini Pens
Course Salt
Peter Pauper Press Dogtown Journal ("let the whimsical and waggish dogs adorning this journal cover inspire you to fill these pages with wise and witty wonderings")
Decaf Americanos
The Big Book
Yellow Squash
P-Ho
Making The Bed
Photos of Emo and Estee
Capitalizing
Honey Crisp Apples
Hand-Sewing aka Mending
Moving to New York
Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash
www.goodnewsblog.com
Freeman Massive Moisture 3 Minute Conditioner
"Outstanding"
Black Cable Knit Leggings
Cold Laminating

TITTY'S TWO EIGHT: The Birthday Potpourri Program Project Edition, A Tribute

i love you tittles.

sleepy in seattle

Shots captured inside favorite day of foray into pacific standard time...

niecehilism

Esther: Hilly do you love anybody?
Me: Yes
E: Do you love Joshie?
H: Yes
E: Do you love Hilly?
H: Yes
E: Hilly do you love anybody your age?
H: Yes...Estee, do you love anybody?
E: Hilly do you love anybody who's your age?
H: Who's my age?
E: Yesss
H: Yes...Estee, who do you love?
E: Umm...nussing
H: Nothing?
E: Nussing

letters to boys, part one

Taped into my diary beneath the entry dated 3-16-1989

Dear Rob,

I really like you infact I love you. It's really ironic that the song thats playing right now is I'll be loving your forever, wate the next song is I'll be there for you, will you? I shore hope so Whell have a great summer !? hope i see you

love hilly.

train-ing pants

Mother Seated Behind Me on Metro to Child Seated Behind Me on Metro (who is succumbing to stentorian fits of laughter or tears or tuberculosis):

"JUSS ACK RIGHT"

a halloween me-peat? (spooky!)

Me, myself 1985

Estee, my niece 2007

spirit fingers!!

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
that word is love." -Sophocles

sigh me to the moon

Have you ever had a friend who you love, but aren't good at staying in touch with? And they email you and then call you and ask you if they've done something wrong (they haven't, you're just busy and overwhelmed with your life). How do you handle that? My sister replies "Just be honest!" What a complete cop out. "I've been really busy" wreaks of self-importance. There's an art to being honest without being repulsive. I can't paint it or sculpt it or take its picture or dance it . I'll hiccup some lame and hurtful apology-excuse that inevitably ends in "does that make sense?" I'm not a bad friend or a bad person, and my truth isn't lame, it's beautiful. It just sounds lame rattling around in my noodle. Balls. I fantasize about surviving a day without feeling like I've left a sticky, snaily trail of disappointment behind.

Bleh.Blah.Blop.

why i love the week: reason 3027

If you don't read The Week, we have have nothing to talk about. Here's a shiny diamonique from the latest issue (October 26, 2007) of the best magazine in the world.

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Good week for: Oscar Wilde, who has been voted the wittiest man in British History. The Irish born playwright, whose famous last words were, "Either these curtains go or I do," narrowly beat out comedian Spike Milligan, whose gravestone is inscribed with the epitaph, "I told you I was ill."

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Aunt Sheila, yet again you've altered the course of my life dramatically with your fabulousness . I love you like the Hispanic community loves tropical colors.


*Wade Robson thank you blessing bow*