trashy novels

i hate sleeping.
it's much more preferable to stay up all night reading about girls in fur, feathers and mini skirts taking on 1969 manhattan.
thank you joyce elbert.
thank you the crazy ladies.
thank you thrift store trash can.

$488 new year's day celebration

here's what you never want showing up in the mail after barely running a red light early new year's day -

too bad you can't see the dirty details because my outfit was um, amaaaaazing.
giant white robe, tall furry slippers, no pants, sleep-filled eyes and a ghetto sideways ponytail.
8:56 am on new year's day?!
never again will i be awake for that type of party.

it's the little things

turning the shower off and on in this tin can house is one of my least favorite parts of the day.


last night mother nature unveiled a new torment.
when it rains,
the ceiling leaks,
directly above the bed.
i guess i should be happy to have running water, in all its forms...
but i'm not.