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Manhattan beach exteriors

A lovely day in the camera hood.

Outfitting

An oldie, but a fantastically goodie. I have had this versatile dress for at least, 5 years, and I have received lots of wear from it. Some days I layer shirts over it, throw on a sweater, or just wear as is. I half-assed the process in which to do a four image picture. As geeky as I am, you would think I would be terrific at these photo editing softwares...but mediocrity is my middle on this one.

Change of many paces

I have been making attempts at being more choice with my fashions as I step out. Time and time again, I glance at myself when out with friends, and I wonder; is this how I want to represent myself? I have been so lazy lately with my garb, it has consisted of plain V-necks, with jeans and a cardigan (which is classic, and looks nice) but really want to be a tad more pleasant looking.
Blaming it partly on the Sartorialist (sp?) and on other interweb sites, I think at 29, yours truly needs a clothes lift.

Without further adieu, outfit for day 1.

Lady Joplin's porsche, Grammy museum

Laundry is tres exciting

This cat is the bees knees.

Fancy Cookies, Fancy Times

(I wrote this in March, of 2005 while master controllin' in MN. I believe it was an overnight shift)


5:15am I gaze longingly at my now-empty bag of chips, with the hope of maybe some little mouse or a borrower decided to nest inside. Distraught, I throw the bag away, but not without taking one last peek in the bag.

5:18Am I decided to capitalize the A in AM.

5:19am After much debate, the a went back to lowercase.

5:19Am Alright, I sort of enjoy the large A. Very much in command, almost boastful, but not enough to intimidate.

5:20AM The M started a revolt among the letters and almost wouldn't stop until I made her capitalized. I thought I never wanted children. Until AM came along, I was childless.

5:23AM A told me a great story. She acted it out with a great flourish, so great that she knocked my tea over. I tell her everyday that there is a career in stand-up with her name on it, but she insists on being a exotic dancer/rodeo clown. It's her life.

5:26AM I think A wants to have babies. Last night, I overheard her telling M and that scrawny johnson boy from next door that she wants someone to fill her with babies.

4:30AM Whilst changing the clock to set the next alarm for my recording at 6Am, I accidently added an hour*. Mostly wishful thinking.

*Please do not feel led astray, I really didn't know that I am an idiot and added an hour. These events really did happen.

4:33AM A confessed that she was feeling a mommy tendancy. She told me that I wouldn't understand and that I am lucky to "own" ( I have tried to repeatedly tell her that it's built in) a uterus to spawn. I think the best part of this conversation was that she came home after her rodeo clownin' and still had her outfit on.

Dreams actualized.