dulce far niete.

i do not appreciate baby voices. seriously, never do that around me. i will do it to you, but do NOt do it to me.

i do not appreciate the word 'though.'

i do not appreciate my phone on the verge of death (battery death).

i do not appreciate people trying to make me do things.

i do not appreciate angry thespians taking over the snow building.

i do not appreciate anyone who pronounces 'muslims' like 'mOslims.'

i do not appreciate hair not attached to heads.

(not saying that i particularly appreciate hair that is attached to heads.)

i do not appreciate any shower in my house.

i do not appreciate slipping every step on my way home.

i do not appreciate Eminem singing on the computer next to me.

i IN NO WAY appreciate sticky things. or spilling melty chocolate. or liquids outside of containers.

i do appreciate icicles the size of lightening bolts.

i do appreciate my matching coat and underpants.

i do appreciate horchata.

i do not appreciate that i already drank it.

and things.

Another twin post or sonthing

Also, I haven't been blogging because Im too busy writing obituaries, doing flowery florist flowers for my first wedding (someone else's wedding... dont be confused), spiking hyperactive people's food with Xanex (unfortunately that's not true.. though would be beneficial), reading Giusseppee Leonardo Fabiano XXVVVIII's favorite book...'The 5,000 Year Leap', eating pumpkin cream cheese things that my favorite mother is making and planning on running because of, smelling the delighfully perfumed scarf that is wrapped around my neck and below my nose, researching out of state tuition for non-Mormon institutions of learning, listening to accordion music, editing 120938875 pictures as always, being festive, hangin with Buck, welcoming my womb mate into my arms (and missing my other one ...you know who you are), sitting on the grass with the acorns, and searching for Christmas radio stations.

Also, I've recently been mulling over the idea to take up residence in my favorite Christmas tree farm for the month of December with my new horse Benjamin Rhodes and my camera, Melta. I have a thing for festive people, and I feel like that would be the best place to find them, not to mention I could enjoy rolling in the smell of pines 24/7. Let me know your thoughts... or if you'd like to join for that matter. I'll let you be my elves.

Also, Im dreaming of Colors again... prepare the paintbrushes..

Also, I went to a delightful wedding last night. One of my best friends and cousin, Steven, married his lover of 3 years yesterday in the Dallas, Texas Temple. I was able to help put together some of the flowers for their wedding, which was fabulous. I've rarely seen a couple so in tune with each other's soul vibes. After the wedding followed a great party full of all five million Cooper Cousins dancing their feet off. It was a show. As a result, I am very tired, very thorn poked (damn roses), and very against high heels. Only Grandma shoes for meh'. If you would like to be my grandchild, it can be arranged.

Also, enjoy Grandma's Pictures...

Done got sassed by Alice

Go take a Xanex... then get back to me.

hmnyeah you will.

no blogging because i am too busy sleeping till 12 with kristian, doing logic homework, working (pah), and most imortantly, reading dune. dune is almost finished. good and bad. good because it is SO GOOD. good because i will be able to move on with my life. good because i will be able to start my next book which i have been waiting foreverrr for. yeah it appears as though it is only good.

In other news, i miss kortney. i cannnnot wait to move somewhere and reunite. to where, we do not yet know. either salt lake or sherman will do. hot tub or trash cans. southern people or anarchists. tree desert or smog desert. Walt and friends or my grandparents. Christians medical office or human factories. nothing or nothing. they all sound good.

here are asians at tokyo fashion week, being goood.

Sunao Kuwahara Spring 2011

heaven knows i like clothing that makes you look wide. NOT sarcastic, i do.

money laundering.

"FBI agents then searched the person of Leslie Johnson incident to her arrest and recovered $79,600 in U.S. currency from her underwear," the affidavit said.

black rag

marf.

pantless

mmnyea you are.

yes oh yes oh only yes.

high ass?

pah.

Souh this is Peter Jensen Resort 2011.

It is good. yes it is oh so good. but lets get greal i dont really understand what is happening here. some of it is off. some of it is perfect. and that is basically that. it seems ill-fitting shorts, athletic socks and thick, crunchy, metallic, mis-shapen, long skirts may be back for the first time? but i dont dislike it. also, this girl is as high as the angel on my christmas tree, which can only be reached by my father (passive voice at its best).

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Im going to a hockey game today. Ive never been to a hockey game... and Im not sure that I want to. Im most likely going to have to pretend I know whats going on, cheer at the wrong time, and be the one that laughs when people get punched. The serious sportster fans may become frustrated with me. The main problem is that I don't usually like icy things unless they are lemon flavored. Wish me luck. On the bright side.. I get to wear a sweatshirt. Any excuse to not pick out clothing...I will take. Wish me luck. If you have any tips about hockey game going.... comment away. In the mean time... listen to music. pet puppies. eat sherbet. wear lipstick. laugh loud.steal pens (for rachel).

Kiss the weekend hello.

nothin but a thang thang thang

I think heaven is trying to tempt me. Things that are in the wrong thing make my eyes move out of place in strange circles (like taylor’s when he thinks about laser eye surgery.) Today I was walking up the stairs in the Spori to turn in my homework. I turned it in then started walking back toward the stairs. I glanced out of the window that over looks (nothing) the bottom floor of the Spori.

As I looked out, I saw a pen sitting on the window’s ledge. Now keep in mind, stealing pens is one of my favorite hobbies. If someone lends me a pen, I will subconsciously be devising a way to refrain from returning this pen (don’t lend pens to me). If I ever see a pen sitting on the floor or on a desk or anywhere near me, I will take it. As I sign anything, I am probably trying to think of a way to steal the pen I am using. pens.

ANYWAY, this pen was completely unstealable. It sat on the OPPOSITE side of the window. The side that faces a hole in the building and doesn’t even come close to touching a floor. It was COMPLETELY UNREACHABLE by anything but air. I was literally so shocked and confused that I couldn’t help but just stand in awe.

How did this pen get there? Why did this pen get there? Will this pen ever move? How can I steal this pen? There was nothing I could do about this pen. It was as if satan himself laid this pen in this very spot. No human could have reached the ledge to put it there. And no human will ever reach the ledge to retrieve it.

My mind tried and tried and reached terribly hard to wrap itself around this pen, its position, and my inability to own it. While I did not enjoy this experience, i did eventually walk away and carry on with my life. more or less. I will show it to everyone tomorrow.

uh huh

Richard Macdonald

clay squashing extraordinaire
this means we like him

Creator of Monuments to Human Triumph

Bee Myy Boyfffriend.

oh yeah

Hedi Slimane
designer photogapher frenchman

this means we like him.

Georgia May Jagger. what an effing gap-toothed dream.

yolley