December 2008
Alexa left herself signed in on my computer. That will be a nice surprise for her later.
xXxSANKERxCORExXx
I have a fucking canker sore so close to my lip ring. I hate them.
Me sitting topless with my back facing Alexa as I put my bra on: Don’t be looking over my shoulder.
She’s laying down nowhere near my shoulder: I just wanna see the answers.
Watch
“So she’s in my vagina and she’s like…. are you indian?”
– Bri (talking about her gyno visit)
Please
no one get me anything for Christmas. I have nothing to give in return… except some Lost spoke cards. If you give me something that is what you will get in return, even if you don’t have a bike or have never watched the show. Not because I couldn’t think of something more personal to give you because I would love to give you all fitting gifts but because 1) I’m afraid...
FUCK YOU!!!!!
Every fucking morning like clockwork this stupid fucking woodpecker comes to my side of the house and pecks its stupid fucking head off. SHUT UP!!! Don’t you know I’m sleeping!?
SoulSeex (soulseek for macs) fucking sucks. I want my PC back for like one day so I can use the shit out of SoulSeek.
Last Night
was really fun. Being back home and seeing everyone was awesome. The art show went well and it looks great, ill post pictures of it soon. I sold 2 pieces my first night, pretty sweet.
Exhibition
I have to go put my art up at Green now. I’m kinda nervous.
Philly to PHX
I’m in the airport now. I won’t get in till 2:48am Philly time.
graceyrself:
Lauren Kane, I can’t decide if I’m hallucinating ‘My Girls’ or if I’m hearing it from your room.
Grace, I haven’t slept for a personal record of what will be 37 hours now and I don’t know if I’m hallucinating your post or if I’m really seeing it.
No! Sleep! Till Phoenix!
So it’s been a total of 28 hours now since I’ve slept. I look pretty shitty. I feel pretty shitty.
My friends and I are starting an artist collective and in a half hour the first official EHC (Everybody’s Home Crew) meeting will be held at Cedar House. Pretty stoked.
