someone touches you right on the nose and says - 'i am going now, you are being funny' and then someone else asks 'did all you and ... used to do is sit on the couch and clap on the back beat' mean that you are either:
a. a loser
b. drunk
c. just happy and clapping.
i can't work it out, i totally thought i was c. i tell you i definitely deleted a few text messages for real prior to sending them tonight, and just ate way too many soya chips.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
number 146 biking bill
asked me to put a picture of him on here - so here you go. ask and you shall receive...
***anouck and glen
***anouck and glen
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
number 145 abbey
and all the boys in the office didn't want to shoot her for our look book way back cause they thought she wasn't sexy enough...i don't know if it's donna summer or remembering trying to squeeze abbey lee into the tightest pair of jeans with her laying back on a couch going 'no they are going to fit, just pull the zipper up NOW', but something about this kind of gives me goose bumps.
number 143 all i need
i showed this to someone the other day and it killed me, they were like 'oh god the girl annoys me, turn it off, lets look again at balenciaga on ebay'!!!! sacrelig!!! i guess it is the same as some boy walking me home telling me he had just seen kids for the first time...i was oh god, chloe has a big head (for real) and really big teeth and says dumb things in real life and tally...just another neighbor who i would pass on rivington, no one would even know or care who the hell he was...he was like for REAL you would really see them!!!! i was like, damn how old are you??? or more how the hell old am i???
i remember thinking how amazing this song and video was. maybe it's dated, but there was something so great about the late 90's that does not exist any more. Rose you will know what i am talking about, right??...
it really is still good isn't it???
i remember thinking how amazing this song and video was. maybe it's dated, but there was something so great about the late 90's that does not exist any more. Rose you will know what i am talking about, right??...
it really is still good isn't it???
Monday, April 13, 2009
number 141 sams 7 hours
our friend sam likes food. he once cooked me crab pasta and made me pay for the crab - but those were the old days. NOW, he is a very very generous man, that cooks amazing 7 hour lamb...
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Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
number 139 good ole times
i finally have a new home that is all mine for the first time ever. i can do what ever i want in here. i have a neighbor that wakes me up (infact just a minute ago) with cries of passion REGULARLY. i have the internet. i have a car that is not mine but i can use just 2 steps away, colourful kings cross just down the road, loads of high white walls just waiting to be dirtied AND fresh custom made shoe shelves, built by ME! along with all of this liberation, comes a lot of sorting and late nights sifting over old things.
i once had a book that i used to write things in which i would be really interested in finding, can't find it yet. i have found some prized notes and incredible photo's that reminded me of being so in love that you could meld into that person, late night drinking coffee and eating sesame bars in bed, and pieces of my twenties i had totally forgotten about. i am now again at the point of where do you store all of these memories, when part of them you really do not want to look at because it reminds you of things that aren't real anymore, or makes you scared that you would rather build shelves than spend your months 2 day wage on 1 item of clothing...
i don't keep everything, but i figure one day a little person might want to look over some of it. i guess i had limited my viewing of this memorabilia over past years because i tend to feel i can get carried away or, i am in love with a bunch of lost memories that can't be forgotten. looking through all of these clues has just reminded me how good things can be at certain times in your life, and how much things change.
a post card that was sent to my mother, 1999...good times
i once had a book that i used to write things in which i would be really interested in finding, can't find it yet. i have found some prized notes and incredible photo's that reminded me of being so in love that you could meld into that person, late night drinking coffee and eating sesame bars in bed, and pieces of my twenties i had totally forgotten about. i am now again at the point of where do you store all of these memories, when part of them you really do not want to look at because it reminds you of things that aren't real anymore, or makes you scared that you would rather build shelves than spend your months 2 day wage on 1 item of clothing...
i don't keep everything, but i figure one day a little person might want to look over some of it. i guess i had limited my viewing of this memorabilia over past years because i tend to feel i can get carried away or, i am in love with a bunch of lost memories that can't be forgotten. looking through all of these clues has just reminded me how good things can be at certain times in your life, and how much things change.
a post card that was sent to my mother, 1999...good times
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
number 137 i was never mean but now i feel like i have been
i didn't think it would ever get to a point where people would even come across my blog...i am now trying to work out how to respond to a comment that just came through to a previous post i wrote prior to boarding the plane in paris over 6 months ago...am i allowed to write creatively to enable my stories to sound more than just another story - or am i actually a mean person that has published the comments that filtered through my head onto this blog, that i thought no one would ever read? and how did this person who wrote this comment come across my blog? all of it is totally curious, and should i delete the post?
the post was about a man that talked to me as i was having my last meal in paris after a long and tedious work trip. it was cold and i was going back to a colder new york city...i had this last little half hour all to myself and was really enjoying my own little moment when a conversation was struck up with me by an american called gary lippman.
mr lippman did in deed seem like an interesting man, but i could not help question his legitimacy when he had a business card that titled himself 'human being', and found the urgency in which he wanted information from me kind of full on. i have often wondered about the differences of cultural courting or as the commenter says 'possible collaboration or friendship,' and if it is a cultural thing that i was not prepared for such immediate unload of personal information, or if i was just too quick to pass judgement. somehow this all gives me faith that there is someone for everyone. maybe mr lippman was not for me, but the fact that the commenter had a nice time with mr lippman is great. the term freak, was just a little bit of additional drama that made the whole scenario seem more interesting than it actually was. apologies to any misinterpretation that was taken from my old post....and i have deleted it.
ralitsa has left a new comment on your post "number 74 human beings":
Why so mean to gary?
I met mr. lippman in more or less similar circumstances, only in NY not Paris. We had, it seems, the same conversation, without the Obama-part since it was post-election. Anyway he is a really nice guy; I had the chance to follow up, and went out with him couple of times (in non-date manner). Have to tell u he is really great.
So I wonder what’s wrong with being nice to people and wanting to befriend them. Seriously, why do u need to call somebody a freak – only because he opened himself to u and offered possible collaboration or friendship?
the post was about a man that talked to me as i was having my last meal in paris after a long and tedious work trip. it was cold and i was going back to a colder new york city...i had this last little half hour all to myself and was really enjoying my own little moment when a conversation was struck up with me by an american called gary lippman.
mr lippman did in deed seem like an interesting man, but i could not help question his legitimacy when he had a business card that titled himself 'human being', and found the urgency in which he wanted information from me kind of full on. i have often wondered about the differences of cultural courting or as the commenter says 'possible collaboration or friendship,' and if it is a cultural thing that i was not prepared for such immediate unload of personal information, or if i was just too quick to pass judgement. somehow this all gives me faith that there is someone for everyone. maybe mr lippman was not for me, but the fact that the commenter had a nice time with mr lippman is great. the term freak, was just a little bit of additional drama that made the whole scenario seem more interesting than it actually was. apologies to any misinterpretation that was taken from my old post....and i have deleted it.
ralitsa has left a new comment on your post "number 74 human beings":
Why so mean to gary?
I met mr. lippman in more or less similar circumstances, only in NY not Paris. We had, it seems, the same conversation, without the Obama-part since it was post-election. Anyway he is a really nice guy; I had the chance to follow up, and went out with him couple of times (in non-date manner). Have to tell u he is really great.
So I wonder what’s wrong with being nice to people and wanting to befriend them. Seriously, why do u need to call somebody a freak – only because he opened himself to u and offered possible collaboration or friendship?
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