Checked my email at 5am. Found this. Orignally sent from my cousin in Cyprus.
Doesn't my family know I'm a booby girl?
I wish all of you a very kick ass New Year.
2008 better be way better than 2007.
Long live the Year of the Rat!!!
I went shopping with a friend today for some goodies. I purchased myself the most inspiring accessory ever.
Out of the restless stagnant energy, something tangible was finally produced.
Fuck yeah.
It's about time to get going again...
This collage is made of my usual elements:
_found photography from magazine ads
_rubber cement
_vinyl type
_transfer type
_scotch tape
_sharpie
_crayons
Check out a few fotos of the sketchbook session this evening:
If your screen goes blank, turn to drink."
[SHE]
I WOULD THEN DRIVE HOME.
PARK IN THE DRIVEWAY, ENTER THE 8 BEDROOM HOUSE THRU THE KITCHEN.
MAKE MY WAY TO THE FAR RIGHT COUNTER.
RAISE MY RIGHT HAND IN SIGHT OF ROOMMATES [TO KEEP THEM FROM SPEAKING]
WITHDRAW MY BRIGHT BLUE BOTTLE OF BOMBAY SAPPHIRE GIN.
REMOVE ICE CUBES FROM THE TRAY.
CLINK. CLINK. CLINK CLINK..
POUR GIN.
UNSCREW CANADA DRY TONIC BOTTLE.
FIZZ. FIZZ. FIZZZZ.
LIME.
SLICE.
TOSS.
SIP.
SIP.
SIP.
GULP.
REPEAT DRINK ORDER X 2
LOWER RIGHT HAND.
MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ROOMMATES.
ALLOW SPEAKING TO ENSUE.
SMILE :)
Please, for your own sake.
ahhhhhhhhh, the wise wisdom of text messages sent to me in the evening.
I would easily say to the world, "Hey, World. How's it goin'? By the way, I just wanted to tell you to FUCK OFF!"
But, alas, I know the world is not to blame. Unfortunately.
The only one to blame is typing these words. I blame the perilous reality concocted by my mind.
I would really like to learn how to train this mind...that runs free like a wild stallion...plowing into the barn doors and crashing onto the heap of firewood and kicking a can of gasoline nearby onto the pile and catching spark from the farmer's daughter's cigarette riding on the wind and inadvertently bringing the whole damn farm down in a smouldering black death.
I'm currently getting snowed in here in the wonderful white Christmas land of The People's Republic of Boulder, CO.
Wondering how I will get out of here and visit friends...
Worrying about seeing family I do not wish to see...
Wondering where the cap to my handle of Jack Daniel's ventured off to.
Yeah, I know, totally random. But it goes with that whole equation of "Christmas + Bitches."
“ Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ”
-
Mark Twain [Samuel Clemens] (1835-1910),
humorist, essayist, novelist
...for it tends to make me even more tense than I am.
With a name like Belvedere, of course you can't expect the little tweeners to think of your product as hip and sexy. So what do you do?
You hire Vincent Gallo and make an arty farty tv spot!!!
Hooray!! Yay for marketing!
I heart consumerism. I really really do.
" A hug is a great gift — one size fits all, and it's easy to exchange. "
— Anonymous
So thrilled that Denver has a decent rock scene. And by "decent", I mean "fuckin' rockin'".
THANK GOD FOR THAT.
Denver boasts more than a couple great bands, but mentioned here are Slim Cessna's Auto Club and Devotchka. You may recognize Devotchka's music from the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack (and score).
I really dig on this art direction - such a beautiful product - no need for overdesign.
FYI, I totally own one of the watches shown - the big rectangular linked bracelet watch - of course, that was before I threw it across the room, crashing into a wall in a rage of fury.
I can't trust myself with pretty little things.
DIESEL_FUEL FOR LIFE
CAMPER
ROYAL ELASTICS
