December 2011
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ABOUT TO HAVE THE BEST (and longest) WEEKEND OF ALL TIME. Midwest, get ready. I’m about to bleed you dry of all your vegan milkshakes.
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haakev2:
it’s cute that my body thinks that the proper response to waiting for a phone call is racing heartbeat, sweat, panic.
also my brain thinking that “are you wearing cut-offs?” should be answered “no, they’re wool,” is funny and sweet and makes sense.
even my habit of drinking six glasses of water per dinner is charming and not a sign of intense anxiety.
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“I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.”
– Andy Warhol (via rrose—selavy)
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Walk into work, co-worker says “Man, you look hungover.”
Philly, it was real.
I have come home with broken glasses and the knowledge of what Miller High Life smells like on your clothes the next day.
Let’s do it again soon.
That awkward moment when you’re writing letters at Chinatown Coffee and someone from NPR interviews you about dependency on technology, and you immediately make a Tumblr post about it from your iPhone.
Look for me sounding like an idiot on All Things Considered this Monday morning.
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shira’s meowing cat keyboard
Reasons why Letter Writing Club is the best use of your Wednesday evening.
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Step one: Make a sheet of kale chips. Step two: Stand over the pan and eat them all in the middle of your kitchen.
Scanning negatives from basement shows in 1982. My life is a perpetual time warp/extended deja-vu.
Validation for this semester from hell reached my email inbox in the form of acceptance to the juried all-student exhibition.
Curated by the director of the Hamiltonian Gallery, to be hung in Gallery 31 at the Corcoran. Come see it in late January.
Look, ma! I’m a real artist!
