reagan

in this picture, Nixon has captured the wonders of drinking at 9am.
I have been fully taking advantage of being 21, since my plane landed in Burbank.
Its specifically interesting when the drinking happens at night, and i wake up in my underwear trying to spoon and kiss her neck, hazily asuming that she is actualy someone that i have recently left behind...

I feel like i've had the most intense month of my life.
I moved out of 2 homes within 2 weeks. Not houses.
Homes.

Something about leaving a place where memories dwell, is always harder than i anticipate.
I cant listen to Brian Eno without feeling heartache for New York.
I cant listen to the Velvet Underground without the same feeling for Los Angeles.

It has recently occurred to me, that life isnt about to get easier.

And then i shit myself....

blah blah blah.
feeeelings are for homos.

I took a few pictures in New York, before i left.
Mostly of people and not things, which is a nice switch...
I dont mean to boast, but i felt particularly proud of these ones...

Speaking of being an arrogant bitch, I think i've been so discouraged from the world of clothing stores that i refuse to shop anywhere other than K Mart....where shitty service is expected.

Honestly, people who pride themselves in good retail skills are SO DUMB. ahem. ahem. a caste system exists in the world of employment and you are somewhere near the untouchables, my friends.

check me out. Most imperious asshole in the world.