a bottle of Svedka and some L word. and popcorn.
certainly nothing sparkly, like..a diamond. ::sigh::

we could both have a phone conversation if we get lonely enough, though. you got mah digits.

love to yoooou, unicorn.

cheer up, buttercup. remember something happy:

PBR and Tron... FUCKYEAH!!!

tonight, it's purple rain and the most delicious sandwich i think i've ever tasted. made by me.

i know!! im in love with her work! i wish i could find a pic of her but seriously she is this old lady with big glasses and a bob cut, back in the day she was freakin hot! (arm pit hair and all)
anyway, yeah the new yorker has come and keeps me quite up to date and entertained, but no calender. i'll keep an eye out for it.

ill be gone for the weekend (finally our gallery weekend) and ill let you know if it's here. oh side note, remember the show that is going to be in new york for some of us? well the juror comes in next weekend. so in the mean time i need to kick some massive ass. this is the longest post EVA!

oh and to answer your other question i have left over thai food, the internet andbuffy! fuck yeah.

there's a fucking WHORE in the FUCKING bed. god i love tim roth and four rooms.

holy crap. four hours later i only have half of a tattoo and the ghost is pissed! (my painting fell off the wall last night and my shower turned on twice....it gave me nightmares). ill post pics later

yay for being a full employee! that means health insurance right? i've been trying to get on Im to talk but the fucking internet keeps going crazy at my house and i really don't want to subscribe to it. i think im going to try and sell some more paintings drawings soon.

also the crazy thing about getting my tattoo was that he thought afterwards that I was bleeding more than normal which is when i remembered I have low iron (oh noes!) and i freaked. it was ok though. then i get home and i've decided the ghost is a jewish mom or something and was pissed i had a tattoo bc my shower turned on by itself full force, then my painting fell off the wall and then the shower turned on again. i was scared. seriously.

guess what!? I'm heading up Boston Young Contemporaries (helping curate a show with 90 freakin artists!) tell you more later. i need to go paint.

Not so grate, actually. Trust me.

How've you been, sweetheart?

You can pretend that it was if you need to.

oh also i wanted to tell you amara went with me to get my tattoo and being the jewish mom she is almost passed out when she saw the blood within the cling wrap. i thought you would find this amusing.

no internets at my apartment! sad sad times.

hug x likewoah, long distance.