What a tramp, I mean REALLY.

Wearing my brand new boots today. I sort of look like a hooker maybe, though.

Oh, Fair to Middlin'.

Whatcha doin' there kitty cat?


By: Ali Bosworth


Oh, just sniffin' at this tire here. It smells like you coming home.


















By: Fresh Bump (various artists)

















I feel my old friends, frustration and exhaustion, tapping on my shoulders again. I ain't gonna turn around, though, I'm just gonna keep writing away at this story. This story that's so long I might start hoping it'll write itself.

Ah. Oh. Go!

Humplestiltskin

By: Amy Ross

Hey Diddle Diddle

By: James Jean
Via: BOOOOOOM!

Rah rah siss boom bah.

The wind whispers things like "up and coming" and "it's about time." I'm being cryptic on purpose. Don't worry, you'll see. Oh gosh oh golly! Beating hearts!

I wish I could blame the navy for my tattoos like old men oft-repeat.





By: Swagger
Via: Hypebeast








I love moccasins.






By: Daniel Gordon
Via: Boooooom!






















By: Lina Jaros
Via: Boooooom!

Delicious AND Nutritious!

In five days I shall have new boots. Nnnnew bootssssss :D

I went to see our local semi-pro hockey team trounce a Canadian team last night. I even wore an over-sized jersey. WHERE'S YOUR TEAM SPIRIT?! Go go go Winterhawks!







What in the what? I don't know but I like it.

By: Keith McArthur
Via: Booooooom!













And onwards with our WTF theme.
Via: The Whoa
















Yes, that does say "ballpoint pen on paper, 39" x 51". I know. It's by Mathew Cerletty via The Blaaahg.

:|

I have nothing to say, really, EXCEPT: I am going to a hockey game tonight annnnnd stuffed fries from Taco Time are the bomb. THE BIZZ BALL BOMB.

























What on earth makes anyone (Karmaloop) think that Paul Frank and Hello Kitty are still cool?

Oh whaaaat?

• Last night I got approximately 13 hours of sleep. ALRIGHT! HELLO, TODAY!

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By James Benjamin Franklin
via Booooooom!

• In a couple of hours I shall have five fillings. Next up on the dental itinerary of my life: extractions and implants! OH BOY!
  

tooearlytooearlytooearly

• My early morning desire to sleep-in makes rationalizing quitting my job very easy. Sigh. Here I am at work, though...c'est, c'est, c'est.

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Oh my heavens.

(via Tres Bien)

• I have not done any work today. I have spent 8 solid hours now reading blogs and fashion sites. Ooooooooof.
• WHAAAAT??!! Poor dude fell in a hole in his backyard and done diddle died.
• I remember going to the public library when I was small and sliding a brand-new hardcover picture-book off the shelf. I'd crack it open and slip my palms over the shiny clean pages. I'd press my little nose into the spine. I could sit for an hour, easily, with one book. Memorizing the illustrations; reading each word carefully in a whisper. This is why I write.
  

Well, yes, alright.

• Miso continues to do wonders for the belly in the morning.

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• Dude. In 2004, a lady went to Walmart and tried to pay for $1500 worth of stuff with a fake million dollar bill.
• "I love you, Emma. Even when I'm stressed and depressed. I'm glad you're there."
• "A man can do all things if he will."
• How on god's green earth had I never looked this up before?
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• Got much back.
  

Domo.

• I love miso. Especially for breakfast. Especially the seaweed.
  
• Racing camels live to be 30-50 years old :o
• Stomach is less riotous today.
• Ganguro is way past being in style anymore but I had never heard of it before today.

Ten 'til Eleven

• I wanna cheeseburger real bad.
• My stomach is still full of pains.
• I want to wear skirts with my shirt tucked in and not feel silly. Tomboy brain.
• Hey, lookie here. They're tiles that change color with temperature.
  

Gut Riot

• I'm probably the last to know: Krudmart
• Sick of having an upset stomach. I try to appease it with food but it rejects. Like having a cranky and bored toddler in my abdomen.
  
• Took myself to see Coco Before Chanel last night. Fell asleep for a little while. She was pretty impressive, though, empire and all. It's funny now to think all these boys and girls love to love Chanel and it all started because a poor orphan from France hated to wear corsets. The tomboy wins once again: let this be a lesson on miscreants and social status quo.
  
• Kurt Cobain dosed himself a little too heavily on a mixture of roofies and champagne several weeks before his death. Just...so you know.
• My lizard brain confuses me sometimes. If I just knew what I need ahead of time, I'd be happy already.
  
• Groveling or soaring, trying to find middle-ground.
  
• Salami sure is good, isn't it?

Mamihlapinatapai

• Mamihlapinatapai

• Grave of the Fireflies. Download it. Watch it.

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• Today I feel little waves of goodness. I spilled my tea all over the place so made a new cup. It could be I'm just hyped on caffeine. But either way, Brian's photo opening is tonight and it's my Friday.

• Here is something that is really something. A dude who was a photographer before he went blind and continues to be a photographer post-sightlessness. Balls on that one.
  

Or he just knows the right people. Power, money, intrigue. In that order.

• Been thinking about unincorporated communities. Cuz I'm writing a story about Brian and his mom. One day they took a drive and ended up in the tiny "town" of Svensen, OR. The inhabitants are all related. No school, no post office, no DMV. Law of the land and whatnot. I grew-up in Oregon (which is mostly unpopulated) and perhaps that's why I feel keen towards the backwoods, but still. Deliverance ain't a river in Egypt.

• It would be really nice to not be freezing cold so often.

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• Here is some effed up ess that makes me feel squidgy inside.

• Oof, y'all. Look-see this photo montage of Washington D.C.'s lone needle exchange program.

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quick!

new years resolutions.

well, write more than last year. choose happily. give less shit. be present.

alright!

I haven't spent a night alone in weeks.

Sometimes when the light is right even bad writing can be muse-full. Repetition for repetition's sake. Think of someone rolling wildly down a hill, hitting every rock. Thump thump thump.

My face, of its own accord, tilts up sometimes. An oily puddle, the moon, red leaves on black bark. It's the regenerative power of being alone, I think. My green bedroom, no overhead lighting, my small heart tucked in tight. Thump thump thump.

My toes on the edge of a lava bed a hundred years old inside and caves for the taking. Feeling permanent.