Sick in bed watching True Detective and Carnivale.
the best time of year is the zero degree time of year; skulking about in velvet pants and a cocooned head is more readily justified with the cold weather.
i woke up 5 times today from dreams in which i thought i already woke up and had a sort of groundhog day scenario each time with different stressful and realistic situations. when i finally got out of bed i still couldn’t tell if i was actually awake.
today is the last day of paper writing, hopefully for a long time.
hopefully i never have to write for another fucking university class ever again after today.
because i’m totally and completely burnt out after 5 years of this bullshit.
yes hello welcome to my humble abode.
Pretty much sums up my afternoon in the American art wing at the Met today.
Our wedding today!!!
sepia is good for home sick apprehensive glamor shots
I found my favorite shirt and a clip in nose ring.
in all honesty my lady forced me to start getting juice boxes if i insisted on buying orange juice because i’d open a container and then forget to drink it within the one or two weeks before spoilage.
because i’m a child.
it’s a billion degrees and i have a billion pounds of hair. putting it up it like setting a small matted animal with a fickle disposition onto my head.
also tissue thin 1/2 sleeve shirts are where its at.
my summer motto is typically: i don’t care if folks can see my whole naked torso, as long as they don’t see my arms it’s all cool.