number 129 want list

ring gold, diamonds, jade

number 128 back to the future

i left somewhere great yesterday...i left a hole that i thought had been filled, but as i drove in that delancy car over the williamsburg bridge with a certain song in my head, i couldn't even bring myself to look back as i usually did and film, again, the same skye scrape i had filmed too many times over the last 6 months. the back and forth was finally to be paused.

now i sit in a very quiet lovely place. full belly, full moon, wondering if the dam will break. not tonight, but maybe when the jet lag finally sets in i will be wishing i was back in some stinky sublet with nothing, instead of being surrounded by amazing things...i did manage to pull a bit of old footage that i won't be watching for a little while.

that stinky city sux...well, only sometimes

number 127 beach boys

number 126 hidden jem

once upon a time i stood on this back deck with a bare ass...new generation

number 125 womp womp

count it down, i am using up my phone credit like you wouldn't believe...t mobile, i soon will no longer be a slave to your money sapping pre paid minutes. QF107 18.40 i await you...

number 125 soft

number 124 the beginning to miss

i guess i will start to wonder if i have made a wrong decision over the next couple of days...laughing my way around town yesterday at everyone slipping over - number 1 on the list of things i will most certainly miss about this big old city (that ice sure does get super slippery).

another, is the way people think you always have the answer - me walking past the church on thompson st, a man madly trying to break in, calling out to me 'why are they locking me out to pray, lady, lady why the hell are they locking me out to pray...'

your guess is as good as mine sir...

number 123 life in the fast lane

number 122 snow graf

number 121 where have all the male blondes gone

i never really take first picks on the blondes, but it is because they don't make them like this any more...

number 120 ye ole school

New York City my shitty birthday October 2006

number 119 no bullshit

number 119 paper rainbow

number 118 chill blains

i used to get in so much trouble when i was a teenager for the most stupid things. i have no idea why, but it used to drive my mum nuts when i would not get out of my uniform when i got home from school. who knows what the deal was, but if i was stomping around at 7pm in that stupid party dress uniform, there was hell to pay. i also used to get totally busted for not wearing ugg boots or slippers in the winter. i hated both of them. my feet would get sweaty and i didn't like the feel of the wool on my toes. jennie would bang on about getting chill blains if i was walking around in the middle of winter with no slippers on. as a 14 year old, i didn't really give a shit about some illness that had to do with not wearing slippers, and slotted in the 'piles' category of illnesses.

well, now that i have been bearing the brunt of a cold cold winter here in new york city...i had to get a refresh from jennie on what chill blains actually are, their symptoms, and remedy, as i think i have them on my small little left ear (due to a shift in hair style, now exposing that left ear, which has never seen the light of day). jennie's cover was blown as an expert in the old chill blain front. her response 'i have no idea what a chill blain feels like or how you get it' - cover blown! the power struggle of teenager to parent is so clear these days.

well, i do have chill blains on my left ear - so does pantera the dog....no more exposed ears for me in this chilling weather.

number 117 plump dump