Tuesday, February 23, 2010

born bare

naturally, i like my fingernails bare. i like my toenails bare too.

i like my teeth clean and flossed

(i floss now, it's awesome.)
I like the feeling of happy tears on my face. i cry those every now and again when things get great. I like typing. I feel really talented that i can type so fast. no, please don't tell me how fast you can go. i'm just going to sit here, in this bright room and type as fast as i like and think that it would entertain kings and children alike. my typing is really very interesting. especially when ...well nevermind. there isn't a special time that i'm extra good at typing.


I was at a house party the other night with one of my best friends and we met this woman with red hair and she was telling me a story-it was kindof insignificant and i felt really
really, bad because
I got completely distracted right in the middle. She was facing me and talking and i turned to the side and stared at the christmas lights on the wall that were reflecting in the windows.

oh man, i looked at her and just told her "Oh gosh, i'm so sorry, i have a.d.d."

what the f. what kind of answer IS that. sorry i'm a little distracted, it's not your fault that you're not as interesting as these lights here. I guess it was alright though, because a little while later, she actually was crying at me and we were sharing this pretty moment on this couch together. She had really big, beautiful wet eyes. Her tears lined her lower lid and i really really liked watching them well over and pour effortlessly onto her pale skin. The room was all glowy from the lights and she was the kind of interesting where i pretend i'm not as interested as i really am until i see the person again and it's not as weird. i guess i need to grow up a bit. ha, whatever. grown ups do that too. "grown up" is bologna. but i can't wait to see her again. i think i've seen her at one of our local music venues before anyway :)

Big Bat Bat

boys boys bosy

when i was little, my uncle Paul used to say he'd have to hit off all the boys with a bat in a few years because they were all going to be flooding my house like hormonal zombies.

i didn't take him seriously. but Paul, can you bring that bat out now?


okay, don't do that actually. i'll regret asking.

think about it: there are millions and billions of boys. ..okay well, we can narrow that down to probably one million that are in my age range, and eligible. ha, even down to maybe 100 thousand that have 70% of the qualities that i'm interested in.. and probably 50 thousand of them i would be physically attracted to.

okay, so there are about 50 thousand boys. give or take

they're scattered all across the globe, and i'm just supposed to come across them, and spark interest in them, and one by one, see which one i like the best. that sounds completely exhausting. what if i miss them? i mean, i've lived in my town all my life and i haven't met ten percent of them. i mean, i get out. i'm pretty social, i i

don't really know what i'm talking about.

sigh-okay listen. i feel small. i feel like there are so many girls. so many girls that are wonderful and interesting and i don't like competitions. I like debates, but i don't like emotional, messy competitions. one's that could involve phrases like "it's a dog-eat-dog world out there". What if all those girls get my 50 thousand men? what if i only get to choose between say, 42 by the time i'm ready to be serious? ohman oh man that's sad. i would be completely missing out.

so i have a tiny question: Paul can you get all those girls with your bat?


haha. i'm not even serious. i'm not. really. but Paul, can you still do it?


Jody Rogac




































i like Jody Rogac's style and i feel..i don't know, i feel curious when i see her work.

deep down, i really want her to photograph me. pretty badly. ha it's okay, i don't know what i would do with the photos anyway. i'd treasure them, but i don't know how to show them off. i feel like i need to be famous first or have some sort of purpose before i jump in front of someone's camera and start giving them my hard practiced faces ..that never look right unless reflected from a mirror.

besides, everyone has pictures. there are billions and billions of photos of cute girls everywhere. everywhere. it's ridiculous in a ..too much way.