Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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...
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.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
mmnyea you are.
yes oh yes oh only yes.
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).
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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.
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.