dragonslayer wardrobe.

i'm the biggest lame-o girl in the world because getting a flower is the best thing pretty much ever. i took some very provocative pictures of it but have left my camera at notmyhouse and am feeling very vulnerable and hungover without it. although the hangover might not be directly related. maybe drinking last night was making up for friday night: me, two kinds of chips and austin powers the spy who shagged me. wtf.

i thought i was a good hostess with the whole cake-crammed-inna-bag, but elli totally showed me up by enthusiastically offering to cook me a steak as soon as i entered her house. hahahahaha.

mmmmmmnow for some applesauce. i fucking love applesauce. and i'm drying the flower.

this is me turning twenty-five.

the night ended with me cramming a handful of chocolate cake and some loose cashews into a plastic baggie, and blasting it full with canned whip cream for carson to take home. because i'm a real courteous hostess.
then i think jensen and i watched an episode of the mighty boosh. i am both horrified by, and in frantic love with, the crackfox.

i'm a great DANE.

jk. that's a freaking DOG.
owen pallett played peach plum pear. so my life is basically completed. again. that was five Ps in a row, by the by. i'm an alliterationer practioner.

so i guess the only thing that blows about having the best tattoo artist in the quasiverse do your tattoo is that you have your consultaion in february and the apointment is in august. what does that even mean? if i die before then they'd prbably be like, "aww..." and quietly pocket my deposit cash.
jk again didn't leave any.
anyway it's MIKE AUSTIN. yessssssforever. great horned owl sleeve? okay. geeze.

i made a grilled sandwich with paneer. did i already say that? it was awesome. paneer and spinach and tomato and mustard and cumin? i think? dang.

jensen got a mac = forty hundred thousand of these.

a quick maneuver through the sands of SPACE.

maneuver. man-mover. freddy kreuger.
!!!EGHEWGyfswh i shouldn't have said freddy kreuger! ugh, oh man, see this is how word association games give me nightmares. never again before bed!

my brother had a giant poster of freddy kreugers gross face and clawnails scraping his gross face on his bedroom door when i was a kid. between that, and flashing me the cover of CUJO, i was in a constant state of fear.

this image is permanently and damagingly forever-charred in my brainhole.

imagine if cujo was freddy kreuger's DOG?? and they drove around in that evil car from that horror movie which i think may have been called, the car? or satan's car or something. maybe i'm making this up. anyway i'll never sleep again.

real quick before the owen pallett mind show.

so that thing is a "valentine" i made. the concept was to basically take the least ever flattering picture of us and make it lessleaster more unflattering. from my heart.

owen pallett isn't really performing a mind show. i imagine it will be his usual "hi guys i play the violin real fancy so you all piss yourself" kind of show. and frankly, i don't even know what a mind show is. NOT a hypnotist.

via texting, on cellular phones, luke and i had an excellent conversation just this exact second almost. highlights inlcude: his mustyache getting him BACK IN THE GOOD BOOKS of an important/influencial big city dj, and him calling me his mom.

today in class i suggested that idiot readers of books get mad at "vague" writing because they need some big lame direct message and get effed in the head if it's actually just about imagery or some shit. right? those people should watch the olympics. it's very clearly laid out what's what: gold, silver, bronze.
all olympics are special olympics.

i bought plaid pants and i wear them with my docs. it really is two thousand and ten o'clock.