i have no idea

somewhere around day 11 we were "losing the line"...the LINE being "NORMALCY".

our manners were headin downhill fast, we were talking way too loud everywhere and had weird inside INSIDE jokes that like, made no sense. ah, the weirdness that ensues when you spend 24 hrs a day with the same people for WEEKS.

i think it really came into play, FASHIONWISE, when we hit the thrifts in kentucky. our choices started getting really next levular.

not only did i put this outfit together, and not only did i think it was awesome, but so did jill & susan.



i mean...?

this is a silk bomber jacket that has a TIGER on the back.
and NEON YELLOW (the color is so off in this pic) volleyball shorts.
and the somewhat UNfeminine workboots i have gotten very attached to.
and my bra.

i know.
i mean...i know. WHAT?
i was LOVING IT.

i sent the pic to steve and bdonns and titled it "road dementia".
steve said ditch the jacket and be a fly girl, and brendan said not road dementia, road DARIA.

either way...this is now the only pair of shorts i own.

and i am not afraid to use them.
WATCH OUT, NEW YORK.

i don't believe in peter pan, frankenstein, or superman

i know what you're thinking.
"oh haaayy white lightnin...damn you CLASSY, GURL" :



uh, yeah, i'm keepin my shit tied down in my bike basket with one of my BELTS (vintage, obvi).
i also cruised by the SEV-ELEVS and got me a big gulp, wanna fight?



they got a lot of bridges in the pdx. i stopped da HUFFY on one and took a pic of another.

it's pretty here. i like it a lot.

jangle tangle

holy hell dudes, i have SO MUCH STUFF. i am on the midst of life purge 09 and i am reallllly trying to MINIMIZE (ebay sellage coming this weekend, watch this SPACE for info...)

anyways.
i am getting down to the BARE ESSENTIALS of what stays and what goes.
these 2 are on the permanent STAY list 4 life, obviarse (spanish, what?).



FENDI PADLOCK- that shit is bonafide, realdeal holyfield. they gave them away at some party years ago and my friend chris gave me his (as a real friend SHOULD). the key is on yet another jangle somewhere in the abyss.

and this? oh, nothing, just my pot leaf–i ching–yin yang–teenytiny POCKETKNIFE, no bigs.
a few years ago there was an old dude on grand street near dave and brendan's old apartments that sold these for 25 CENTS. no joke. i've got an eagle and a jesus somewhere as well.

i wear this to work and i wonder why they don't take me seriously.