Sorry Mom

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:12:06 GMT

Resolution and reciprocity in '10 please.

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 10:34:01 GMT

Life is awful. I wish I were dead.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:21:39 GMT

You can't trust anyone. Don't own anything of value that other people can take. Don't invest yourself in anything that can be ruined by other people. It's not worth it.

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:12:19 GMT

My mother's parents were pretty darn fine looking. If I do say so myself.

I miss you, Nana.

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 03:47:33 GMT

Last summer we had barbecues. This year we break fast.

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 03:29:24 GMT

Still a few kinks to work out in the new apartment.

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:13:04 GMT

When we lived together our collections were always stronger, but apart we're both finally able to breathe. Passing ships in the night no longer, big brother.

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 14:28:56 GMT

Atwater market is actually overpriced and disappointing. Got up early to bike over for fresh fruit and bread but it cost much more than I'd expected and nothing was fresh enough despite me being there before anything officially opened.

I will begin my search for the best bread in the area.

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 03:28:44 GMT

It's been a pretty good week.

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:09:01 GMT

New apartment officially warmed. Thanks to those who came out! Pictures to follow.

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 13:49:13 GMT

I don't care what anyone says I love my new bed more than life itself. I am tempted to spend weeks at a time in that bed.

Observe my one broken handle on the drawer because the wood is so messed up the screw won't go in.

I call is "Barbie's Dream Kitchen" because the off white I wanted for the cupboards and trim ended up pink. Just pink.

Plant corner!

And my bathroom? Sorry about that. It's really too small to embody the way it feels anyway.

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 02:04:36 GMT

It doesn’t smell like my apartment when I come home in the evening. It doesn’t ever smell like somewhere I live. I can’t identify that smell specifically, it’s certainly not me, but here somehow lacks anything personal in non-specific ways.

I struggle with the keys every time I come back, for at least five minutes each time. I still can’t remember which side of me the toilet paper is on. I haven’t unpacked because with each new box comes something I remember I shouldn’t have held on to. I turn the taps the wrong way, and still have no idea which is cold or hot in the bathroom. I have no salt or pots or remote for my DVD player. I lack a bath mat, blinds for a single window in the apartment, or a mop, and the overwhelming smell in the bathroom, the mixture of cigarettes and cleaning products, makes me light-headed.

There was a mix-up at the hardware store and somehow my off-white wall paint for my kitchen became a pink and now I live in Barbie’s Dream Kitchen. More pictures to follow.

Tonight gave way to a two hundred dollar drink and dinner and desert bill at one of those astoundingly fancy restaurants in the old port which I couldn’t afford, didn’t pay a dime for, and barely left enough for the custom designed drinks (at $15 a piece) as a tip. They all tasted like washing-up liquid anyway.

Insects in the city are so very different than those in the suburbs I used to haunt.

Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:23:38 GMT

Went in to the clinic to check one thing, left with a new problem.

After my X-rays I had to cut myself out of the hospital gown using the Swiss army knife I keep in my purse. It was so large on me when I first put it on that I tied it in the front, but my tiny bow became a knot and after fifteen minutes of picking at it with my finger nails I caved and cut and left pretending that's how it was when I got it. I hid the evidence in my purse.

The rest of the day was pretty much all uphill from there.

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 19:18:13 GMT

Girl with Goat
36"x24" oil on canvas

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 04:36:14 GMT

So. Very. Excited. About. Painting.

It's likely getting annoying to the people around me that I keep showing them cellphone photos of my painting I'm working on because of how terribly, madly in love with it I am. Just like when I have any new painting. How do my friends not smack me in the face?

Sun, 31 May 2009 23:04:18 GMT

Trois-Rivières.

Westclox

Thu, 28 May 2009 04:52:24 GMT

An addiction? Noo.

But there is the distinct sound of crazy person ticking through my house at night.

Wed, 27 May 2009 02:03:00 GMT

What a day.

Sun, 24 May 2009 03:53:22 GMT

"We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close are we able to come to that person's essence? We convince our selves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?"

- The Wind Up Bird Chronicles

Thu, 21 May 2009 23:29:51 GMT

Where dad naps. I miss my dad more than anyone else this summer.

Recession

Wed, 20 May 2009 17:19:53 GMT

Dear Economy,

Please recover. I know it may take a little while, and realistically a couple of years, but I need me some work. Any work. Really.

Regards,

Laura

Mon, 11 May 2009 01:30:51 GMT

Happy mother's day.

The graveyard was beautiful, it was unseasonably cold and raining which kept the other visitors at bay. I shot off an entire roll of film while Douglas talked about what life might be like if she hadn't died, what she would think of us now eighteen years later.

He thinks she'd probably wish I was a nurse or something.

Mon, 04 May 2009 02:19:52 GMT

The last remaining section of the tree my brother carved his initials into 16 years ago.

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 03:24:16 GMT

The internet is trying to tell me something.

Zoe and Toads

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 04:45:09 GMT

"Tenacity is being frustrated by it and doing it anyway."

Oil on canvas, 30"x40"