you wish you were there

look who was shopping with me today:

fucking lou reed in the new rick owens store

once upon a time...

...there was born a set of twins. they were very photogenic.

clearly, i was the alpha twin.

this one kills me. it must completely suck to have twins for siblings - and not be one of them.

brides. favorite dress up game. note that i had cut all of my bangs off.

typical face

these are some of the pictures i scanned last week. these are just a few out of thousands, but they are amongst the best - the ones you try to save from a fire. and now they're safe and sound on the internet.

if i had a dollar for every time...

am i the only person who doesn't like me better drunk? apparently i am pretty unbearable

and, lest i forget: "my imagination looks remarkably like cotton candy"

please come back to me safe and sound; please don't forget about me; please don't leave me here for too long, fighting the fight for nothing. and, believe me, i am fighting the fight with nauseating frequency. just come back- i'm going to need someone to treat me wrong, and soon.

i still think i'm on the truman show. who doesn't?

why?

because i can.

***

i may be lonely, but i'm not desperate.

the unabomber is sending a package here. christmas in july! (note: an entirely different christmas-in-july than the one otherwise known as "rick owens store will be opening in tribeca" to my buddies)

at least i don't have a problem.

i'm going to close with a completely amazing image pulled directly from msnbc.com yesterday:

you just wish you could be this cold

purses are for pussies.

i am moving to L.A. someday - and not Lower Alabama, though the thought has crossed my mind... temperate as fuck out there - can you blame me for wanting that?

i miss everything, i am extremely sentimental. ex: i miss the western goods store on broadway in soho that was still in business as of 4 years ago; i miss you.



just because my hair is nearly black as of this evening does not make me goth. that i wear a very ostentatious cross necklace does not make me devout nor ironic. similarly, i am NOT a doormat, and i proved this point earlier this evening in classic style. leslie-the-snow-bitch may or may not be back for good, and let's all hope that it's permanent. feels good. (so do it)

good person

yeah, me neither. right.

i'm looking through you, where did you go?
i thought i knew you, what did i know?
you don't look different but you have changed.
i'm looking through you, you're not the same.

your lips are moving, i cannot hear.
your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear.
you don't sound different, i've learned the game.
i'm looking through you, you're not the same.

why, tell me, why
did you not treat me right?
love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.
im looking through you

you're thinking of me the same old way.
you were above me, but not today.
the only difference is you're down there,
i'm looking through you and you're nowhere.
baby you've changed

and break a- break a little bit of my heart off, baby.

i LIKE my tshirts. a lot.