July 29, 2005
In Slices
You can't actually have this pen back now-- it's too Gay, if you get my meaning, my all too explicit meaning. (Xavier, two minutes ago)
July 22, 2005
hot-knife
men have been grabbing me, sitting me on their laps, every place. i'm going back out into public tonight. again. after all that grabbing. i'll tell you more later about the missing things, lapsed time---coc-aine, week-long visit from parents--i showed them everything there was to see, twice at times. sorry you've missed so much. i'm still here. i've been so busy. my number written three times on a paper bag, ripped into sections and given away to who knows.
July 6, 2005
In One General Area
need a good, wordless cuddle that goes no further. am even as all night street-lamp on a post, as if watched--part of it must come from my staying in one general area today, cuddling location like bicep. I had a witty observation to make about babies and shoelaces, but just want to rub someone’s shoulders right about now because I’m six-of-one tipping over, feel as if I’m placing an ad, because I’m simple, like someone putting up a window display on a main street, good to watch. but instead
July 4, 2005
caroline being caroline
I went home last night and had a photographic spazz, as you can see. Just to get you into the know of how manic and obsessive I am about photos, I stayed up until about four in the morning, finishing a book I was reading then re-scanning, resizing and transferring all the relevant and desirable photos onto SIX floppies. Then I proceeded to clean my house, then I drew my Jap-blinds and shut my little wood shutters and listened to the birds chirping as I went to bed. Or tried to, at least. I hope my efforts for maintaining some sort of semblance of image quality are appreciated. Fuck. Now you know how scary I really am. Stay away, fuckers, stay away. rah. I'll be folding your blankets and polishing your floors before you know it.
I Went Home And Re-Scanned Everything On My Scanner: I Can BREATHE Now
July 3, 2005
Few Days Ago
Here’s some more photos of a few of us hanging out in the parking lot in front of Matt’s place. They were taken by various people, props to them--I don’t remember who took what. I’m only posting the ones of me on here, because I’m vain (or so I desperately like to think). The rest (and there’s a lot) can be viewed on Matt’s Combat Furniture site. The first is of me looking big-breasted and sullen in a t-bird t-shirt while Matt plays the guitar. Or something to that event. The last is of my lovely back (because it’s relevant TO ALL THINGS CONCERNED). I'm hugging myself for dear-life. If you had been there you would know why. (!!) Anyway--this is what we DO with our time: at one point one of us was drunk enough to phone the number on the beer can--an automated voice informed us the number did not exist, please dial again.
