just hangin out
and ode to an artist.
my best friend.
The good ole days.
I used to hate the sound of my voice. But then I started recording lectures. I overheard myself say: “sexually dimorphic” and “hypersexuality” and I kind of liked it.
I used to go to speech class, I couldn’t pronounce my r’s. I think in an attempt to just hide that inability I came up with this strange monotone dialect almost. I inflect at all the wrong times. I sound like words hurt me physically as I push them out.
But I really am getting to like it.
had a coupon, bought some cheap lipstick. hard to tell, but one of them is an amazing orange. and the red is way more sultry IRL.
…and spent my day crocheting an infinity scarf.
I’m in the club thumb….club.
my boyfriend found my digital camera. neither of us are very pro digital.
thank god for photo booth updates.
what a fantastic set of moose knuckles.
new sweater, new rain boots, strange face.
flop flop, yuck yuck. the curiosity of a body with a new found face.
I have club thumbs, so does Megan Fox.