that’s what i want on my tombstone: rich, famous and nice.– well, me.
turtles don't die until the sun goes down.
sam just told me a story about how her dad shot a sixteen pound turtle in the head once during the afternoon, and it refused to die until the evening. come to find out, turtles don’t die until the sun goes down. living very close to north pond in lincoln park, i often was curious why there were loud moaning and wailing at sunset. i’ve finally realized it’s probably from all of...
my nephew jackson and i collaborated on a short film. in a strange twist of cinema magic, my nephew jackson meets… my nephew jackson.
the other night i took a tylenol pm that had expired two years ago while watching the wizard of oz on tnt. talk about crazy dreams! upon waking up every half an hour or so, i would be staring at my closet door, convinced that there were tiny little creatures crawling up the door, over the red-white-and-blue majorette costume (don’t ask) and onto the ceiling. it reminds me of this time where...
-don’t let me forget to call karen. -who’s that? -she’s my...– still, the same loud talker.
please. i’m done making ‘zines. i’ve made so many...– the same loud talker
so i saw him chitter-chattering at this restaurant– a very loud talker at argo tea.
a few thoughts about snow globes.
today, outside my office window, it’s like a snow globe. little flecks of snow are bobbing up and down, sometimes floating down, others floating up. sometimes even sideways! i imagine if i would lean my head to the cold glass and look down i’d see a little plastic santa claus, all glittered, or a snowman, surrounded by some bundled-up children. or maybe even a pine tree. something...
takin' care of business.
I’m so sorry, I think it was the goat cheese.– julie bensman
the best $62 i ever spent
this facebook conversation (a chat on someone’s picture) made me laugh: PERSON A wrote omg can i borrow that dress nikki?!!!! PERSON B wrote at 9:45pm yesterday haha surely PERSON A wrote at 9:45pm yesterday where did you get it from!? and where were you tonight??? PERSON B wrote at 9:48pm yesterday von maur. and i had to finish my hw ah, youth! a few nights ago, when i got...
and i turned and projectile vomited on my mom’s flower garden… and...– those poor begonias.
two glasses of wine and i’m drunk. i duck into this little italian restaurant tonight. all of the employees are indians. N E WAYZ… at the airport, i wear a blue sweatshirt with a deer on it (the same one i wore out on friday night. lazy). the guy in front of me during the security line strikes up a conversation. ‘are you going hunting?’ he asks. ‘yes....
you maki me crazy
i made another video for my friend liz’s blog. you can watch it here. last night, when i finally made it home after being out and about, it was snowing. no one was out. the streets were empty. and the snow was just blowing around. i marched to the seven eleven for a bite to eat. the guy working the seven eleven was outside smoking a cigarette and upon seeing me round the corner, he...
more on the glitter.
still glittered. everywhere. i must warn anyone who receives a christmas card from me. open in a safe zone. it’s offensive, this glitter. totally offensive. in other news, i stayed up too late last night for no reason. rounding three am, with my retainers in my hand (yes. i still wear them nightly.) i thought: ‘i should probably turn off my lights.’ ‘i should probably go...