soraya

you know that anxiety rush you get when you get inside a thrift store or some really amazing obscure estate sale you just happen to come across....
i got that this morning. and it was good. i finally dragged my ass down to SCRAP. that place in some random industrial part of the city that has all that reusable junk and crap that people dump off there. like a million empty baby food jars or piles and piles of metal shit and wood. basically tons and tons of shit amounting to a room full of heavenly goodness for the scroungers and junk collectors.
i needed to pick up some stuff to start crafting together things that i need for my next set, that hopefully if all things go as planned i will be shooting very very soon. it's been way too fucking long. and i am oh so excited.

i finally decided last minute what i am going to be for halloween. i figured anything dead would be fine. but i will be dead laura palmer and my date will be nasty ass creepy BOB. and it's gonna be sick and perverted. oh yeah.