Favorite accessory?

“My brain when it works.”

Out with the old, in with the old.

September 22, 2005
3:45pm

You are divorced and you can use your maiden name now.

In Retrospect:

I have been home for a little while now, catching the last two hours of daylight filtering through the forest. The sunlight falls in scattered pieces on the forest floor, like pieces of the collage of memories and images I have of you. I want to catch those pieces, put them together, and hold onto them.

Who could this be?

She carries herself with strange dignity, as if she were an emissary of a secret order, a messenger from a lost kingdom. You see it in every picture. Shot after shot. She’s a princess, an aristocrat. I mean, the woman knows how to be photographed, where to look, where the light comes from. She’s not quite flawless in person—she’s more real, human. It’s the same product, only it’s been taken out of bunting and plastic and set in this ordinary place, as opposed to the dreamworld cooked up by set designers and admen.

Hey chicky...This ones for you.

Now isn't THAT the truth...

"Hey, anyone can remember the truth.
You try to remember a good lie – it's almost impossible!"

Welcome to SLACKERVILLE!

Public Service Announcement:

This posting is OFFICIALLY to see how long it takes my slacker sister to "BLOG IN". So please feel free to note the date: Monday, May 26, 2008. Let's see precisely how long it takes. I promise everyone that I will not say a word (have mentioned in the past "hey check out the new posting on our blog site and that STILL hasn't worked).

Ready?

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