thirtyseven

i'm finally going to do a little picture post covering the last weekish:

my profile pic is from the night of the sg fashion show. i didn't realize that there is no spring in new york, so i packed inappropriately when i moved here and didn't bring anything that is cute + warm. so i wore that jacket. but check the button. i represent.


this is me and bullet, with a sliver of luna, taken yesterday at misshapes. she and i are pear-shaped and will remain pear-shaped until we die. also, she slept with my boyfriend when i went on vacation. i'm not even kidding.



this is georgie who spends his days at kemado records. he is magical and looks like an old man, although he's less than a year old. i think he makes the world okay. unfortuantely, he hates having his picture taken and tried to eat my camera milliseconds later. also, this is what i see when i look down on my person.

ok, that's pretty much all i've got, photo-wise. and while i haven't seen anything akin to keith richards eating cupcakes, i did fly a kite shaped like a whale (or a wholpin, your choice) in central park today. we almost got hit by a baseball, which makes me terribly nervous, so i demanded an early exit. but then my friend made me a nutella and peanut butter sandwich and i in turn made him watch the retarded rosie hallmark hall-of-fame movie. and with that, i leave you this: