couldn't give you half of what you wanted if i wanted to

oh, hi. you again.



uh huh



business as usual until she decides to take it into super-friend territory



oh sure ok. you smell like soda crackers but i happen to like that smell.



if you fuck up this plant i will seriously put you out with the raccoons.



waiting on a train.



admiring my shoes. they are awesome. i know. i can say that because everyone else already said it.



ooohh hayyyyy



major memories of this place. waiting for the 90 vaughan to get up to my mom's for easter.







"do i dress too much like a cougar-mom from the 70's?" still waiting on an answer for that one. probably means yes. my question is how much is "too much"?







new old saw



old old stereo components. the top and third down are a set from my old room, the bottom three and second from the top are a set. my dad's. cannot get rid of. need an extra den or two. or a garage for storage. i wonder if the tape in there is the one of me singing bohemian rhapsody at the age of 7, or perhaps the one of me getting my mouth washed out with soap at the age of 5 (accidental recording my sister made in the middle of one of my dad's mix tapes she was listening to while pressing buttons outside the bathroom where my mother was attempting to teach me the merits of using words that were not fuck or shit. it did not work, do not do this).



in this category of cannot sell, also see: enlarger on top of shelf.



always finds the softest spot in the house.