Hello, my dearest internetionals. The time has come for me to share my latest and to ask the pressing question: What is up? As for me,
1. Weather
Talking about the weather is acceptable when it’s an absolutely perfect morning. I woke up a little past 6am to the sound of rain crashing into the windows. Am now merged with couch, laptop and a mug of what’s supposed to be coffee but is mostly caramel sauce. Candles and writing mode are switched on. Email is finally getting answered. King of the world, etc.
This is from a few months ago, taken with my phone.
2. Czech
The Czech agent I mentioned in this post has arrived, brought cheesesticks, is in my apartment, asleep.
At Urth Cafe, shell shocked by an introduction to boba.
3. Brain
A Change has been brewing over the past year and has finally birthed itself, splashing noisily out of my brain for all of you to see right here. Or not to see, rather. All this means in immediate terms is a rigid work regimen, and selective emotional frugality. Just doing inventory and scraping the barnacles off the ol’ spaceship, you see.
Crystal spider web at my grandmother’s.
Me, age 9
I know, I know – BORING. Fortunately, I’ve been a productive photo-assassin. Took a great many pictures in the past couple of weeks and am about to blast your faces with all my ChinaShop galleries and naked laydeez. Hang on to your pants, peepsicles, and remember to rate my ChinaShop photos by clicking the little cups at the end of each post!
Urban Exploration: LA’s Little Tokyo
Downtown Art Walk
Cool Cats Pop-Up on Melrose
Heyy, it’s that guy from that band.
An Evening at the Cemetery, With Popcorn [cemetery screenings are back!]
Damn it Janet! It’s The Rocky Horror Picture Show!
This ran rather long, didn’t it? Let’s make a deal – I’ll make a separate post with nothing but hot bitches soon. Here’s a sampling, to hold you over.
Until next time!
Ha! Rocky brings back all sorts of…erm…interesting memories of spending my freshman year with a rowdy RHPS cast….
And thanks for that most appropriate cicada-image. I used to go around collecting the shells and wonder how such a big, shiny bug could possibly squeeze out of such a little shell. Now I know!
Great RHPS photos. It’s been eons since I’ve been to a Rocky Horror show. I used to be a fairly frequent attendee at the Ken theater in San Diego. I even saw it in London once. I still vaguely remember some of the calls and screen gags. Good times. :)
I, for one, tire of hot bitches.
It’s a balance of population with the Czech Republic. They sent over your gentleman friend and got me.
Damn, which lucky Czech bastard can know Your Majesty personally? :D That’s unfair :) Me, I want too :)))
Damn’ it ! Rocky est vraiment ridicule !