vice rag

i have a russian hat now even though winter is ending early. everyone is happy and preoccupied with everything. i'm overwhelmed with schoolwork, but it's only schoolwork. (AA.)

pigs

one of the many instances when i want just music and only music to fuck me, love you black sabbath.

little shadow

top right: Jeanne Hébuterne.
listening: Fuzztones, The Witch.
reading: Hesse's Klingsor's Last Summer.

vindication

slowly but surely falling in love with mary.
amused by this year's progression of my literary obsessions: from rape of the lock (i still cannot find a copy of this at any used book store?) all the way to vindication of the rights of woman. currently reading flannery o'connor and mill's at the same time... this is confusing but good.
also, last week i declared a minor in women studies.

pt. 2

had the best best best weekend, loving love. bought the boy a fish that we named walter sobchak (see above). this morning was waking up to a clear blue seattle sky with him, putting on cat stevens, smoking a cigarette and eating mini-wheats. then crawled out of the apartment to find ourselves at cal anderson park, later getting molly moon's strawberry icecream. life is really nice right now and spring is starting!

pt 1

first part of the weekend was bad parties, sweet people, and blackouts. oh, and emalie being great and drunk with a bunch unfortunate men (see middle picture).

run that body down

things have been odd--really tired of being sick and confused.
it seems things stopped moving for awhile now all of sudden i've provoked all these bizarre choices and actions that i'm a little baffled with myself.
at least it doesn't feel like i am 17 again!