things on my windowsill pt.1
things on my windowsill pt.2
things on my windowsill pt.3
things on my windowsill pt. 4
LCD Sound System just came on... perfect.
11.29.2011
Is the VS Fashion Show on yet??
this is what happens when I start to clean my room:
I start playing dress up with forgotten clothes that have been hidden under the couch for god-knows-how-long.
I find my art journals and start doodling.
I find old Polaroids, get sentimental, and start blogging.
I get sleepy and take a nap.
I find the dozen pieces of scrap paper with notes to myself of songs I need to dl, and get lost in itunes.
Or... start a dance party in my pieced together random dress up outfit (most the time chiffon or undies) to the newly acquired play list while photographing areas of my room that I've staged last time I tried to clean my room.
Why can't I just be normal and start a load of laundry like everyone else?
I start playing dress up with forgotten clothes that have been hidden under the couch for god-knows-how-long.
I find my art journals and start doodling.
I find old Polaroids, get sentimental, and start blogging.
I get sleepy and take a nap.
I find the dozen pieces of scrap paper with notes to myself of songs I need to dl, and get lost in itunes.
Or... start a dance party in my pieced together random dress up outfit (most the time chiffon or undies) to the newly acquired play list while photographing areas of my room that I've staged last time I tried to clean my room.
Why can't I just be normal and start a load of laundry like everyone else?
is it really tuesday?
today so far:
work at 4 am (wake at 2:30)
handle $2.5 mil bra, looks like a mermaid
prepare my store for Miranda whats-her-face, the VS angel
take the long way home, drive up 1 the coastal highway
consider moving south...
consider that I can't wait to get back to LA
play white on white by casiotone for the painfully alone at least twenty times
consider I still don't know where my debit card is and I will need to refuel tomorrow...
plans for later today:
listen to more white on white by casiotone for the painfully alone
contemplate
meditate or nap... maybe both
VS annual fashion show
and either contemplate more or distract, I haven't decided yet.
work at 4 am (wake at 2:30)
handle $2.5 mil bra, looks like a mermaid
prepare my store for Miranda whats-her-face, the VS angel
take the long way home, drive up 1 the coastal highway
consider moving south...
consider that I can't wait to get back to LA
play white on white by casiotone for the painfully alone at least twenty times
consider I still don't know where my debit card is and I will need to refuel tomorrow...
plans for later today:
listen to more white on white by casiotone for the painfully alone
contemplate
meditate or nap... maybe both
VS annual fashion show
and either contemplate more or distract, I haven't decided yet.
11.26.2011
family
distance makes the heart grow fonder.
it's funny how easy it is to fill in the gaps of a personality when it's not there to challenge you daily.
song: "I love myself so much, that I could love you so much. So you could love you so much, that you could start loving me."
here's to hoping.
it's funny how easy it is to fill in the gaps of a personality when it's not there to challenge you daily.
song: "I love myself so much, that I could love you so much. So you could love you so much, that you could start loving me."
here's to hoping.
wrapping up this black friday
slow ceiling fans. drunk drivers. red lights. november christmas tree lots. long telephone messages.
song: the good that won't come out by rilo kiley.
things. memories. blurring the facts with the feelings.
after an 11 hour work day, I drove my 40 mile commute home and sat outside my empty house preparing to go inside, unpack, and climb in bed.
but. after disassembling my key chain for my weekend bike ride, I panicked in realizing that my house key wasn't in my purse. I then drove another twenty minutes to pick up my spare, then another twenty back home.
once back on beatrice street, I found my house key was looped on the same ring as my car key all along.
I'm beat.
song: the good that won't come out by rilo kiley.
things. memories. blurring the facts with the feelings.
after an 11 hour work day, I drove my 40 mile commute home and sat outside my empty house preparing to go inside, unpack, and climb in bed.
but. after disassembling my key chain for my weekend bike ride, I panicked in realizing that my house key wasn't in my purse. I then drove another twenty minutes to pick up my spare, then another twenty back home.
once back on beatrice street, I found my house key was looped on the same ring as my car key all along.
I'm beat.
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