Last Night at The Kitschen

It's a little sad, yes.

Moving Woes pt. 67

Toddler roommates.

a funny idea in my brain right now, in the moment.

"HEY HAVAE YOU READ MY BLOG?"

Buffy

Side B of a mystery mixtape; one thing salvaged of eleven full black garbage bags.

Feeling Maternal Today

Because of:
a) chatting with a six year old without feeling foolish
b) a farm dog taking me as their favourite. Beautiful black thing, it was.
c) giving the horns to back-of-the-bus kids when they asked for a peace sign. They said, "That's good, too. Now go whooooooo." I stopped short of that part, but I can only do so much on my bike (I absolutely can yell, "HEY, WATCH IT," to a car that cuts me off and sound fucking tough, though).

re: Bee Conferences

If my life were a movie, right now.

The Civic Holiday: Making Paintbrushes Out of an Old Haircut.