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Wednesday I was stuck outside all day long in the pouring rain. It was the worst day to be outside walking dogs. Rain in my face and eyes. I couldn’t see as I was biking. My brakes weren’t working because they were wet. My shoes were filling up with water. I was drenched. And really, really pissed off.

I stormed into my apartment when I got home, threw my stuff down and took off my clothes, shot Ben a glare that said “NOT NOW”, then stood in a warm shower for a very long time and collected myself. Bad mood for real. But I was so much better when I got out of the shower.

The money in my wallet was soaking wet, too.

But Ben hung all my bills up on a wire for me:

 

It worked really well. Such a dear. That’s why I keep him around. :)

 

Listen, we were going through our belongings this week, trying to make more room in our cramped apartment. We went through many boxes of stuff, and I trashed/donated a lot of it. Old projects, birthday cards (sorry, fam!), etc.

Some stuff I couldn’t bear to throw away OR donate, though. I know I’ll never use them, but I’d like to see them go to a good home and get some use. So, I am possibly going to start a little series on my blog called “Do You Want This?”

I will post photos of things I have and you can let me know if you want them. You pay for shipping via PayPal. (It won’t be more than $3.) Or if you live in Brooklyn and are my friend, I can just give stuff to you.

Let me know if you have questions. It’s not much stuff since I threw a lot of my belongings away. But I’ll start next week.

 

Have a good weekend,
c

 

My motivation for writing today is to let you know that my littlest friend Osa the Chihuahua passed away this weekend. And I’m very, very sad about it. I’m still in a state of denial, but I know that she is gone and will never be back.

She was the first animal I have ever really loved and bonded with. She was also the first dog I ever really liked, and she turned me into a dog lover (instead of the cat lover I’d been before).

I think dogs are special creatures. I like that they’re happy to see you and spend time with you. They’ve all got their own personalities and are so damn loyal.

The simplest things make me the happiest, like good food, quiet time to myself, and sweet dogs. Just knowing that Osa (or Baby Girl, as I always called her) was in this world made me happy. And now that’s gone.

But at least I’ve still got the memories, right?

 

Osa and her mini baby:

 

This photo is from the day Ben and I moved into our last apartment. It was also the first time we met Osa. We became fast friends, and she liked that our bed was on the floor because she could get on top of it easily:

 

We used to take Osa to work with us at our old studio so that she wasn’t home alone. We built her a little house that she loved to sleep in all day until it was time to go home. She’s using a Missoni sweater as a blanket there. She had good taste.

 

I will always always always love you, baby girl.

xo
c

Last night I went to the UT campus for this screening of student films. (Most of them I didn't care for. If not all.)
But apparently before I'd sat down in the auditorium, I stepped in dog shit. I didnt realize it until I crossed my right leg over my left and saw the mess that was on my heel.

Oh, God—it was so horrible, like ______ ______ children.
(Words have been deleted.)

I'd also to managed to rub some off on my pant leg.

That was pretty sad.

So, for the rest of the evening I was really paranoid that somebody would think I stunk like dog shit.

ALSO Lillian G. and I roasted hot dog weenies over her stove so that we could make hotdogs. And I had some chips, too.  But I wasn't able to brush my teeth because my toothbrush was at Ben Jen's house.

So… bad breath and dog shit stink.
I was uncomfortable.

 

Ben Jen's leaving tomorrow. (Ben Jen.) He's driving to New York because he got into some fashion school there.

Maybe I'll see him in New York when I go to visit.
(I SHOULD BE visiting NYC soon… if all goes according to plan… and if I get the Christmas cash I'm relying on.)

 

This morning we (Meredith S. and I) overslept by a couple hours. (My cellphone, which was acting as our alarm clock, died in the middle of the night.) Meredith had to get back to Houston because she had to go to her uncle's 60th birthday party. It was in some town (I'm still unsure where we were exactly…) outside of Houston.

But since we overslept by a couple hours, Meredith had to take ME to this family function she had to go to. (If she didn't take me, it would've taken her over an hour to drop me off and then go to where she needed to go.)

I was completely out of it the entire time. I think I was still intoxicated from the night before or something.
I wasn't my normal chatty self; instead whenever somebody would ask me a question, I'd respond with a "Yes, sir" or "No, ma'am" or something else that left no room for further conversation. AWKWARD.

And it's so strange walking into a room full of people you don't know, people who are together to celebrate the birthday of another person I don't know.

Eh, whatever.
It wasn't that bad.
Meredith's father is pretty nice.
And I think he understood my situation and how I felt out of place.

 

I think I inadvertently made Meredith's aunt mad at me.
I'm not sure.
Apparently she's crazy.

 

 

Oh gosh. I just put on "Resevoir Dogs" because I'd never seen it before. And I tuned in during that scene where Michael Madsen is dousing that guy in gasoline. And that song is playing.

Well, I've never seen this movie. But that's the only scene I know from it.

So, it's like… you know.

It's kinda like that time I was in Portland and I walked to a Trader Joe's to find something to eat for breakfast. And then I ran into Corin Tucker of Sleater-Kinney.

Well, this "Resevoir Dogs" thing isn't COMPLETELY like that Portland thing.

Just a little bit.

 

OH!

Familiarity in an unfamiliar situation.

Or something like that.

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oh and i started crying today because i was so bored and i felt like a big fat loser and i was having internet problems
and then i went to go sit on the couch and cry and the dogs followed me and jumped on the couch and started licking me and wouldnt let me cry
it was so gay

so i had to go upstairs and hide from them. and then i cried some more.
it kinda sounded like the way jamie lee curtis cried in "Halloween".

I found this photo:

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SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!

Mmmk, I don't really know how to play drums. I'm just fuckin' around really.

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