2011 came straight from hell so there is nothing for 2012 to be except better.

bye, helen.

girls night was spent drinking rum and watching tv on my couch with Jessica while looking up boys on facebook that we think are cute.

Last time I was at the Mutiny it was my 25th birthday and I took a picture with a former Bears player.

I went back last weekend to retrieve the photograph. More importantly, a girl at the bar kept taunting me and after my turn in our game of Never Have I Ever the bartender yelled "whoa! this game just got dark!'
Don't provoke me, bitch.

merry christmas!

I'm still really crabby.

in hopes that

I need to pick up a few things for my apartment, but this time of year, I wouldn't touch Target with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

you be the dad and I'll be the mom and this can be our daughter

Too much candy from Capucha on Vimeo.

horrible night's sleep /possessed

vintage versace and current sears

I was always really good at those memory board games where you had to flip over an image and remember where its matching card was to make a pair. Im realizing that in terms of art practice, my whole life has become a large, distorted version of that game.

My hair feels like 100 bucks

because that's how much I paid to get it cut.I spent last night going from bar to bar making boys touch my hair and telling them thats what $100 feels like. I feel like I shouldn't be let out of the house.

Who wouldn't want a woman that knows her way around the kitchen AND the garage?

Tonight, I made bread sticks with cheese on top for one of the many potlucks this season has wrangled me into. After rolling out the dough with a glass because I dont own a rolling pin, I stretched out a tape measure from my toolbox to make sure the pastry was the right size. It was either that or a yard stick and I felt like the tape measure was slightly less ridiculous.

You know how people work hard on making dinner for their families and it seems that they, more than anyone, should sit down and really enjoy indulging in all that they've put together. but they sit down at the table and never touch the food. They stare at you for awhile and then - after things get really awkward and you look back at them with eyes that say 'why the fuck aren't you eating?' - they say something like 'oh no! please! I've been eating while I cooked and I'm so full!'
well tonight my dinner cost me about $7 which is normal. what is not normal is that my dinner only consisted of a block of gruyere cheese.

I want cm punk to come over and wrestle with me

I dont want to jinx anything, but I feel like summer might be officially over.

old flame REKINDLED!

jkLast night I ran into some boys I knew in high school, one of whom I went with on my first date ever.

Then I photographed our licenses....maybe.... because we didn't have them back then? I'm not sure.
"what are you going to do with this information?"