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Because digital images seem to be the opiate of the cyber-masses, I am laying these out here. Nothing fancy other than a bunch of bored-at-work-and-amped-on-caffeine basics.


Bananas as treat, or as punisment? The emotions can be tricky to read here.


So this is, like, one of my favorite shirts. Omigod! I got it at a thrift sto' on Broadway...in Brooklyn! But seriously, this shirt is a great conversation starter. Like the time I was walking along East Houston and a couple of cheesball bridge&tunnel guys said, "Hey, Grace!" And I said, "That's not my name, idiots." I had purty hair then, too. I looked like a boy, but a hot boy.


A more somber tone is being set here. I'm trying to look brooding and bored at the same time, which is very difficult. You might think it's easy, but it takes a very skilled actor. Look and learn, look and learn.


This is what happens when you have "lunch" at The Blarney Stone -- but then drink a bunch of coffee when you get back to work to normalize.


Here, I was asking a co-worker if the rockers still do this one. The hardcore rockers, that is. The kind of rock I listen to doesn't call for fashioning horns with one's fist.