Here I am, sitting in my little cubicle, ready to be done for the day. I toddled home over my lunch hour and mixed some garlic cheesebread dough for a dinner party tonight(hopefully it won't rise too much before I can get back to it!). I didn't notice til I was back at work that my all-black outfit was spotted with flour. Yes, thank you, I am a slob.
On a different note, I love the people in my neighborhood. Everyone says hello, and everyone calls me baby(including girls who are probably younger than me, meh). Last night, I had my best neighborly encounter yet! I was walking home from the grocery store around 9 o'clock and it was super dark outside. The streets are lit by lamps, but there isn't any light on the sidewalks. There was a large black man walking a ways ahead of me, and he kept looking back in an agitated manner. After walking like this for a couple of blocks, he angrily mumbled something that sounded a whole lot like "muthaf*cka" and started walking in the street instead of the sidewalk. A while later, I had caught up to him and we both waited for cars to pass so we could cross the street. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me.
"It's a girl," he said under his breath. I froze, mortified. A few minutes later he yelled, "Sorry Lady, I thought you was a dude!" I snorted. I've never been mistaken for a man before. Hadn't he seen my long hair? My handbag? My cleave, glowing in the light of the moon?
This reminds me of a similar event from last autumn. Wiki and I were in the Big City for a Regina Spektor show. On the way back home, we got lost in a rather seedy neighborhood and happened upon a chubby woman in a miniskirt and platform boots, standing on the corner.
"Oh look! A hooker!" we said. Then the woman turned around...and it was a MAN!
"It's a
trannie hooker!" I screamed, and we zoomed off.
Oh man, good times.
2006 - Pocahontas or Cleopatra? 
My partner in crime and ex-roommate, Fish, will tell you that I have been in need of this device for many a year. She used to say that I should have my own TV show called "Arts and Cracks" because I had the habit of sitting on the living room floor in ill fitting pants, working on my craft projects. You'd better believe that as soon as I got my big kid job, I went out and bought the highest high waisted pants I could find, as a precaution against those NSFW moments. 
This is me on Halloween of 2005 in my dorm room. Just so everybody knows, I am not intoxicated in this photograph. I was just havin' a really good time. My badass grandma(who taught me literally everything I know about krafting) made me this costume when I was in the fourth grade, and I still bust it out when I need something original but am feeling cheap/lazy.
Actually, he was supposed to be a cupcake, but he looks more like a brown bowl of gelato. I suppose cupcakes don't usually have whipped cream and a cherry on top.
Featuring "Ghost Dog: the Way of the Samurai" starring Forest Whitaker and featuring the music of RZA of the Wu Tang Clan. This movie incorporates all of my favorite things: gangstas/gangsters, wanky eyes, ice cream, the French language, and small children of indeterminable gender. Go watch it! And if you want a copy of this page, give me your e-mail and I'll send you the JPEG. Cheers!
art direction: Bub
These were extra tattoo designs I did for Wiki this summer. The one on the left was inspired by a sad, beautiful poem called "Lady of Kicking Horse Resevoir" by Richard Hugo. The other is from a series of little drawings I did on the subject of loneliness. Ugh.
