seattle art museum

underscore

I’ve been crabby and moaning about - working solid weeks and depositing apple-sized knots in-between my shoulder blades. but tonight is a night alone and I’ve been doing ink + pencil drawings and reading michelle tea’s new book of poems. I feel recovered - although the apple-ish knot in my back seems to have relocated smack in the middle of my spine. and I’m in a predicament with laundry and barely enough change which is my remaining money and bills, bills as usual. everyone knows this sort of routine, I’m sure - but I like to get it out. know that all the turn-arounds come with a few minutes of crossword puzzles and phone calls.

some movie recomendations?

please love neil young.

I feel sensationally adult.

I think this is mainly due to the fact that I own cloth napkins.