This is the kind of sight that will enrich my nightmares for years to come. In other news, I did not buy a dang thing while thrifting. I saw a sweet pitcher and glass set that matches exactly the green glass/white polka-dot glass in this photo. I didn’t snap it up for some idiot reason. Buuuuut I might have to go back and get it because, uh, duh. [Project 365]
Lately I’ve been paying some attention to my long-neglected balcony. I really don’t spend enough time out there, and it’s probably because it’s filthy most of the time. (And also because a huge spider lives in one of the brick columns and I’m convinced he’s going to pounce on my face and suck my brain out through my eye sockets if I hang out there too much.) I love all my smoker friends, but they…
One thing I inherited from my dad is a set of rock-hard badass calf muscles with which I can snap any man’s neck should he get out of line. Sadly, this superpower also means that many tall boots made for mere mortals won’t fit comfortably on me. These lovely Kamiks and I just weren’t meant to be, it seems. They’re just snug enough to really be annoying (and to completely prevent tucking any pants, should…
Sick day. Didn’t feel like plugging in the DVD player so I just watched fuzzy Seinfeld on Fox13. Think my issues are sinus and/or inner-ear related. Doctor visit imminent. Sentence fragments. [Project 365]
I’ll be honest — it felt a little inappropriate getting all up in that bee’s very intimate business, but it’s just nature, baby. [Project 365]
Sassy as ever, she is. [Project 365]
Add Infinite Jest to this stack and you’ll get an accurate picture of part of the reason why I feel like I never have enough hours in the day. [Project 365]
Got to see my friend Jacquie from DC for a split second. It was her first time in Memphis and she was only in town for a few hours, so the kids took her to the Orpheum, Ernestine & Hazel’s, and the P&H. That’s about as thorough an introduction as a person can get, I’m pretty sure. [Project 365]
Inspiration comes in fits and starts and lately it’s been all fits — sputtering, screaming, whining, sobbing, wailing, grumbling, sighing, blinking, scowling, pounding fits — and I can’t help but try to imagine that this ongoing ennui is going to give birth to a bouncing baby something. I’m just not sure what. And that’s okay. If I’m sure of nothing else in my life, I can at least take comfort in knowing that this is…
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