I found this photo in the heaps of junk we cleared away last weekend. It was probably taken in the last year or two at the Owen County fair. I liked the scratches and the messed up exposure, so I picked it up, intending to use it in a collage. But, first, I decided that it requires faux lomo-ization.
Staff Meeting Doodle
gel ink in steno notebook
I will be very glad when the Phil Spector trial is over and his hair is no longer at the top of the Google entertainment news page.
I’m also getting tired of hearing about Britney’s fat ass. I know this is going to come as a shock to many people, but she’s not fat, folks. I also thought that the comments Sarah Silverman made about her were way, way, way out of line. If her life is a bit of a mess (or even a lot of a mess), she probably knows it and does not need to have the whole world pointing it out to her.
And really, when you have someone like Kayne West defending her, you really have to stop and wonder if all the criticism is appropriate.
Mossy and Chaste
Did I mention that I renewed my lease? Well, I did, and not two days later, new tenants moved in across the hall from Mr. Upstairs. They are stompers, so every time they go up or down the stairs, the entire building knows about it. They are also stinky. Saturday evening and Sunday morning, the hallway reeked of really, really skunky pot. Then, Monday afternoon, it smelled like rancid garlic. This morning, it smelled like cheap-assed incense. I wonder if the incense had anything to do with the sneezing fit I had after returning from walking Miss Brown?
I just hope that our hallway doesn’t end up smelling like the main hall did after the Bumpasses moved in. It used to smell like clean laundry, but now it smells like rancid cigarette smoke. Someone keeps leaving the main door open, which makes me laugh. I’d want to air it out, too, if I lived over there.
red paper boat 