These days if I’m not listening to Emily Haines I’m not listening to anything.
That’s neither here nor there. Nothing is due tomorrow and I have my computer set up, so I got pictures up for your viewing pleasure. Since it has been something like weeks, I know two things:
1) I owe everyone some pics
2) I need to take more pictures
Lisa crotched me a couple of wonderful potholders. Maybe this is why I’m so happy!
Noah baked me some cupcakes, and Lisa frosted and decorated them. The frosting made me poop green.
Zach pointed this out to me, so I’m pointing it out to you:
I scanned some of that film that Sarah developed for me:
It’s a bike sex orgy.
The courtyard outside my house has tree rats.
Kids, there is a cat and a squirrel in this picture, can you find them all?
Dear Squirrel, this is not what I meant by “go hang yourself.”
One day, Noah and I wore capes.
Sarah was there
I know why I have a little brother
It’s so we can get tattoos together
One of my neighbors left film to burn up in direct sunlight
One of my neighbors left a sock on their doorknob. I don’t know why.
Maybe they could have used this
My neighbors hate that I have drums in my apartment, but I think it is great
Since everyone has been begging me not to shoot trees anymore, here is a shadow:
And a bike decoration
An ominous silhouette of Goldy
I don’t know what this is
Also, someone wanted to know what kind of acoustic I rock. Well, I rock a Fairmont, courtesy of the Keathlys.
I hope that you enjoyed picture time, boys and girls. I know I did. It’s time for me to go to bed, but I’ll see you tomorrow or the next day. Remember that you’re unique and special!
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