MINI BAR

It’s a mellow morning. Almost no words.
Can’t wait for the weekend.

Especially Sunday evening: I’m getting my hair cut at Seagull, a really cool hair salon (beauty parlor) in the West Village.

So, I guess I shouldn’t be too somber. There is plenty to be happy about.

Like animals that are gracious enough to give their bodies to science:

Reliable cars:

And mothers that give their young children Botox:

Have a great weekend, friends.

xo
craig

GIGANTIC PILLS UND MARSHMALLOWS

This weekend was rain and booze and Futurama and Courtney Love.
This weekend was sleep and jockstraps and pizza and a yellow cab home.

I think I can say I was happy Monday arrived, but I wish I’d been able to sleep an hour longer.

In other news:

So cool.

Therefore, you could accurately say that I would like to wear this dress:

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I'm currently working on some new t-shirt designs for you. Might unveil one of them this week, so stay tuned.

Breathing some new life into some classics, if you will.

Took it easy this weekend. Made a new friend.

And did some laundry. 

Fun, fun, fun…

To be honest, I've developed some weird feelings about the internet lately. And maybe I'm a little late coming to this conclusion:

I love it, but the fact that this technology is such a huge part of my life is starting to become very apparent to me. (This is thanks to a couple documentaries I've recently watched.) My laptop is like a friend to me, and that idea is making me feel strange. Strange in ways that I can't explain. This is the case whenever I have a strong feeling about something. I always have problems putting it into words. The feelings just move around in my brain like worms, and I'm only able to vocalize a little bit of what I'm feeling. 

(I've got a few worms in my brain at the moment.)

I like staying connected and being able to make connections with others. And this is a good thing, especially when you have a schedule like mine that doesn't allow much socializing. 

But at what point do we draw the line?

(And what the heck is a Facebook farm?)

This post probably isn't making any sense, and that's exactly what is bothering me about the internet.

It doesn't make sense to me.

And then it does at the same time.

Anyway, just some thoughts that are in my mind and not very well put together.

Here is some yummy stuff to look at:

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Looks like guts.

Cool.

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TOUCH ME, I’M SICK!

I took the weekend off sorta.
But I missed you.

The other night I had a dream that I met Kathleen Hanna (again) but this time she kept trying to give me her number. Well, she kept toying with the idea (and toying with me) of giving me her number. And it went on like that all evening.

We had gotten margaritas and Mexican food. (But I sorta wanna say that instead of a dinner table, we were just in a hot tub.)

Way tropical.

And then last night I had a dream that a couple of you IM'ed me on AIM, but I ignored you all because I was trying to fuck with something on the internet.

YOU, Ashley C., kept IM'ing me repeatedly with the question: "Hey, wanna play Photoshop?"
I don't know what that was supposed to mean.
But I was busy.

And the idea of playing Photoshop didn't sound very appealing to me.

I hate editing photos, too.

I look all scraggly and tired today:

VALIE EXPORT

Scraggly is actually word if you believe it.

That "Valie Export" is a shirt I made today using some fabric Ben J. gave me the other day.

VALIE EXPORT

VALIE EXPORT

I've gotten QUITE the collection of beer bottles in my little "room" at my apartment.
It's like the summer of 2006 revisited.

Here was the breakfast menu today:

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"I don't know about y'all, but I have to take a few prescription medications every morning when I wake up, excluding pain relievers (in case my back hurts or I'm hungover). The problem: sometimes I'll take a pill, drink my water—but moments later I'll forget about taking the medication. I'll start to doubt myself and try to decide whether I actually took the pill or just THOUGHT about taking it. I don't know if I should take it again or not.

It sucks especially in the case of my Adderall because that's something that you don't want to take two at a time. It'll give you wings."

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derederederedeconstructionism!

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I was trying to pack my apartment by myself today, but all I succeeded in doing was getting drunk by myself and listening to music really loud. I figured I would want some beer, so I packed four to drink. I called Emilie, my friend and neighbor, and asked her to make me a drink, too. (Usually she'll make me picon, a very good French drink with picon, white wine, and some other stuff; but she only had vodka and gin. So, I had a gin and tonic.) Good stuff.

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I can't believe how much of a recluse I had become this summer. I wouldn't leave the apartment for days at a time; I'd stay holed up with my sewing machine, beer, and speed. Having spent some time away from my apartment and then coming back to it today, I can honestly say I was crazy this summer. All the little projects I kept myself involved in…all way too focused and insane. I was even trying to make a sort of satellite! (There was reasoning behind it, I swear, but saying it outloud, explaining what I was doing to others, it sounds crazy.)

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I feel weird. I'm hoping I can keep my apartment. I really love it. I don't mind that I only have window units and that the apartment is dusty. It's hella nice and great and in between Rice and my school and behind the CAM and in walking distance to the other museums and it has a nice courtyard and the neighbors are all friendly and just so much fun.

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All the rain today and tonight is sorta nice.

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I'm watching 'Fresh Prince'. The episodes are really weirding me out. I've seen them before, but they just seem so much different right now. The characters are darker, not their skin, and it seems much more lonely and depressing. I dunno.

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I think it's just been a weird weekend, and the fact that I actually went out last night and had fun messes with my  head. I'm so used to staying home alone and drinking beer.

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