why not.

why not take the time to share.
it is okay to stare.

if you ever get caught in the storm.
i will always be in my best form.

i like to thieve.
beauty i will achieve.

dont get caught up,
in this devil town dump.

the m.o. of m.o.

i have to say that michelle obama really laid it down last night. she was on the money. to the point. put a blanket over many of the cold spots in this election and turned up the thermal on the rest. she delivered a very modern speech that could reach across the nation and grab the hands of the many americans who need to be held right now.

i dont think she mentioned god. which i found interesting.

her bra straps seemed like they were showing. but im a pick. i cant wait for her hair style to be all the rage. i hope the hillarites get there heads out of one anothers cunts and see it. all of it.

carrots.

just making sure everyone has seen how cute i am in my carrot colored beret.

my fair lady

thank you mike cronin for my new project. your garage sale was amazing. the boys you had it with were really sweet.

i think i fall into a new category of bike-ster. i now have two. one to ride. one to fix.


it still doesnt beat my breeze.

friday in eu.

another rescue

so once again i put my attendance in at the Troy Bike Rescue. once again i loved every moment of it. i finally took apart my first bike. it was a little rusty, a little pink, a little green, a little white, a little amazing.

i have a goal of riding to troy. i do not know when this will happen. but it will. i mentioned this to one of the ladies and she promptly gave me her number to make sure that i had a contact on the other side of the river. i feel that in my moment of a breakdown or my moment of thrilled accomplishment, she will be happy to hear it.

it was soooooo good.

saved a bite for mike.

















tried to eat it.
















izzy wouldnt let me.

the charlestoff!

so my schpew about one of the greatest finds of albany being great finds is not going to be like this one,

http://www.centralbidnewsletter.com/2008/04/shopping-for-good-cause-great-finds.html

i still feel i will offer a better selling point.

this afternoon i got a wardrobes worth of clothes for the measily cost of what can fit in a gold paper bag for a whopping ten dollars. besides the endless green schemed tops and dresses i will undoubtedly shorten, i happened to snatch the greatest find of all.




Great Finds is located at 250 Washington Avenue, on the corner of Washington and Henry Johnson Blvd. Great Finds is part of the ClearView Center at 500 Central Avenue. Great Finds is open 10-5pm Monday through Friday, and until 8pm on the first Friday of every month. Great Finds accepts donations of gently-used women's clothing and accessories.

ring my bell.

i was never a crazy bike-ster. you know, the ones who dont have cars. the critical massers. the ones who have bicycle tattoos. the real hardcores out there that live the bike life. since recently i had never really thought of it. i am so happy that i finally do.

i love my bike. i love other people and their bikes. i love community programs that support and make it easier for bike-sters. i love that my new requirement for where i want to move is based on how bicycle friendly the city is. i also really like mike cronins idea of being far enough and close enough to bicycle into town. that is just so cute.

"darling"

"yes, honey"

"i am bicycling into to town. shall i grab you a treat?"

"honey, you are my treat"



the one thing i dont understand is how unfriendly people can be. and how someone can achieve total arrogant prickdom while also being so kind.

"you should really get some lights for that bike (stupid) " i know he was thinking stupid. you could tell in his voice. you know he would have called me stupid if i hadnt pulled my piece on that fucker.

but he was right. i do need lights. and he could have just saved my life. it is strange though. when i traveled across the country on the back of my grandfathers motorcycle every biker waves. smiles. chats. revs. not so much for the bicyclist.

i love being a someones favorite. i really really do.

sunday isnt a day. minorly hungover and had my fill. i really dont understand the justification for subjecting myself the streets of popularity. it has broken sidewalks. excessively large gutters. and curb lights that shine shame.

at least i get good pictures from it. i get to have amazing conversation with really to die for people. long convo that seems to shed light on the parallels of us very intriguing albanites.



Two Things I Want To Do With A CANTALOUPE :

-put it in my chest for a heart.

-use it as a vagina.



Sgt Dunbar and the Hobo Banned .... the thing about time.
i hadnt heard them before i got this album. but i did hear the endless mixed reviews with no validity for my own opinion. finally, i can have one.

just for my adorning minimalist lovers out there. i like it. i really really like it.

love. i do.

Ms. Vidalia Pot sings vintage inspired faux french.




how else would you approach the situation of finding a tree and sitting on it.

IZZY !!!!!!

her name appears for every time you have asked me.

chores of living

i want to have a day as productive as i had in this outfit. i should probably create my to do list for the day.

to do list:

-create "to do list".
-put clothes on.
(preferably something not ugly)
-go to park.
-take nap.
-look at previous list and get it done.
-dont call mike and tell him you wish he had made you go to nyc this weekend.
-eat.
-put my new mix "tape" in itunes.
-COMA show. woot. woot.
-STOP WEB LOGGING.

i love kids with ink

and people who sound like this. and prison.

my friday treat

i finally got the top of my quilt done. eeeeee. now we will have to wait another six months for me to take the day to do the rest.



make sure its proper. it is friday evening and i do have to maintain a rep.

ancient skies

its raining,
its pouring.

this devil town is boring.

i went to bed,
with a gun to my head.

i didnt get up in the morning.

dear moon

sweet crook of christmas
resonates cheek to chest consonance.

the girlish gist

i have decided that as much as i love to sew. as much as this is better than porn. the more i would like to hold on to the child like level of love with it. my superhero-like abilities to make an outfit are no credentials for the attendance of fashion school.

i will continue to make dresses out of pillowcases and sheets. thrifted materials. and altered garments. this has brought me to believe that my career choice may lay in the more general area of DIY design with a focus in recycled material.

cataloging of a cathartic fashion

an undisclosed amount of passion.

a ruthless critique of the world.

i have nothing to lose.

its my fault

i just made a mistake.

it.s fri.day b.itch