MY SATURDAY:
This is a 5.9 or 5.10 I think? Drew hops around like a gecko. Lookit all the strappy butts.
Laurenn on belay; Alex reprises his leading role in the Spiderman Ballet
I straddle YOUR fase!
Necks crane to scope vomanly buttox.
Mia and I. Necks crane to sport spready toes.
Cats spend 30% of their time looking at things upside-down. Or downside-up. Whatever.
MY SUNDAY:
Me and some fine Tippett Studio folks. The background originally read "Eracism" but the composition of the photo took precedence. Colored peoples, please to forgive.
Guns don't kill people; PEOPLE kill people. Although I think the gun helps.
Nothing ... lipstick, a little blood ...
Wrists were bound and bruised ... ahh the life of the renegade-kidnapped.
(Edited to add: I realize it wasn't clear what my Sunday was all about. We were shooting a short film by TS's Jonathan Knight -- the man in the red t-shirt -- called "The Rescue" ... once it's out of post-production, I'll let you know. I'm the kickass female lead, of course
)
I've still got the marks on me from all the cool stuff I experienced these few days past. It's an important reminder to me that life should be lived fully in the physical world, as well.
Bruises, to me, always mean movement.
MY MONDAY:
... was total shit. I fought with D (made up later), I fought with my sister (still aren't really talking much), and D's sister's cat is put to sleep just because they can't find a home for him.
MY TUESDAY:
Not as bad as Monday, but I'm fairly sure my dog will be gone by the end of the week.
Goodbye, puppy. I'll never forget you; you were my first real pet ever.
Not too many people know exactly what happens after they slip into heavy sleep and the owner lets go, all red-eyed and hunched over (... they leave before the body gets cold).
But I do. And that's what's killing me.
Update, 3/29/06 - 10AM: My sister called to let me know she made a euthanisation appointment for 5:15pm today. She's taking her to the beach in an hour, then she'll give her a nice warm bath before they go in. Wish I could be there. I'm leaving work early ...
Goodbye.
This is a 5.9 or 5.10 I think? Drew hops around like a gecko. Lookit all the strappy butts.
Laurenn on belay; Alex reprises his leading role in the Spiderman Ballet
I straddle YOUR fase!
Necks crane to scope vomanly buttox.
Mia and I. Necks crane to sport spready toes.
Cats spend 30% of their time looking at things upside-down. Or downside-up. Whatever.
MY SUNDAY:
Me and some fine Tippett Studio folks. The background originally read "Eracism" but the composition of the photo took precedence. Colored peoples, please to forgive.
Guns don't kill people; PEOPLE kill people. Although I think the gun helps.
Nothing ... lipstick, a little blood ...
Wrists were bound and bruised ... ahh the life of the renegade-kidnapped.
(Edited to add: I realize it wasn't clear what my Sunday was all about. We were shooting a short film by TS's Jonathan Knight -- the man in the red t-shirt -- called "The Rescue" ... once it's out of post-production, I'll let you know. I'm the kickass female lead, of course
)
I've still got the marks on me from all the cool stuff I experienced these few days past. It's an important reminder to me that life should be lived fully in the physical world, as well.
Bruises, to me, always mean movement.
MY MONDAY:
... was total shit. I fought with D (made up later), I fought with my sister (still aren't really talking much), and D's sister's cat is put to sleep just because they can't find a home for him.
MY TUESDAY:
Not as bad as Monday, but I'm fairly sure my dog will be gone by the end of the week.
Goodbye, puppy. I'll never forget you; you were my first real pet ever.
Not too many people know exactly what happens after they slip into heavy sleep and the owner lets go, all red-eyed and hunched over (... they leave before the body gets cold).
But I do. And that's what's killing me.
Update, 3/29/06 - 10AM: My sister called to let me know she made a euthanisation appointment for 5:15pm today. She's taking her to the beach in an hour, then she'll give her a nice warm bath before they go in. Wish I could be there. I'm leaving work early ...
Goodbye.
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I'm sure you will both be really brave.
I wish i could come visit in a fedex package. I wish you could strap up your bum and climb over some mountains to where I am.
....."strap up your bum" sounds dirty!!!
I guess they were all pretty homely. He was extremely homely, but he wasn't the one that looked like a monkey.
I didn't actually like them - even though now it really seems like I did.