Natural highs and sore shoulders

Just came back from IronWorks and it was so great! It was strange being around my old 'hood- I saw some old regulars, one of whom told me how much he misses me.. Strange, but sweet. It was also really fun making eyes at all the hot climbers... Bellay UP!

On a completely seperate note, I'm extremely proud of my print:

The stars are getting knocked out of alignment...

I couldn't feel anymore foolish after spending an hour analyzing my astrology chart. One part of me feels comforted by it's organization and (supposed) similarities between analyzations and reality; the other part of me feels a little farther from the sky.

Sunday morning

I love it. And I love that I'm leaving these gray skies behind for a couple days...

Lucky to no one

I love shlopping myself to the counter at Amoeba and having the cashiers gush about how cool I am. No joke.

Wine in the morning, and some breakfast at night

I'm all mixed up, for sure. I love the morning, but dread the nighttime. Can't settle down, can't sit still. There's something really unsettling about Monday nights... Maybe it's because I feel like I've been half-asleep all day, singing "Chanson des Chats" over and over..

If you rescue me
I'll be your friend forever
Let me in your bed
I'll keep you warm in winter
All the kitties are playing and having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

Oh the cars drive so fast
And the people are mean
And sometimes it's hard to find food
Let me into your world
I'll keep you warm and amused..
All the things we could do in the rain!

Breathless

I can't wait for Wednesdays anymore! When I walk into the darkroom and smell all those chemicals and I just... can't contain myself. You know those shirts that say "I'm really excited to be here"? I feel like the guys who wear them-- wide-eyed and anxious and completely unaware of themselves while they try and scoop on girls drinking Mangotinis. That's me Wednesday nights. I like myself there in the musky red lights.

"I see your teeth in an eroded grimace
From your biting back the pain,
And if I had the strength for smiling
You'd see my pain looks the same.

Now I must walk these roads to freedom
'Cause I can hear them call my name
In due time I shall return
And my first words will be your name."

-Will Oldham