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She might be right - some people were wearing whole foxes - with heads and paws as a collar and these big heavy hats that required, I am sure not one, but several animals - looking back it seems unreal - the hats were indeed heavy, I am not even mentioning the coats - it was difficult to lift them and they still smelled funny.

one month

rosemary's pig

that thing looks blissed out

- lws

the chalfont-hey

1. perching

2. (social or anti-social) jigsaw

3. my new nose, scratched in (s)pain

нос-сон

It is never explained why the Nose fell off in the first place, why it could talk, nor why it found itself reattached.

(nos)tos

stylin

i'm into gd

I almost never find them funny because they’re always holding up this tacit sign saying ‘LAUGH NOW’ so one sits there, grim-faced.

unnervingly eerie or numinous

weeks ago i met a boy who had a green man in his car and as a tattoo and it's only dawning on me now that i really like that

wuf

when i grow up

i would like to dabble in closed captioning. i would like to volunteer at burning man. earlier tonight i wanted to be anesthesiologist but now i don't know what the fuck i was thinking.

redolent

i feel apprehensive about my last day of work./.

. i feel like some of my most distinct memories are of smells. the smell of laundry being endlessly laundered in paradise. the smell of new wood from timeshares expeditiously constructed. cigarette smoke wandering in from the smoking section and mingling with the lunch smell. chlorine on wet towels, mildew and sunblock. the smell of garbage and rot, the most sour and foul garbage you'd ever smelled. in the beginning it made you gag and choke on your own bile, but over the years you stopped holding your breath as you walked by.

my favorite memory is the smell of cold when i climbed into my car in k-lot at some dark and ungodly hour after exhausting amounts of work and play. the fused smell of cold and mist and leather in the new car i had just received for graduation from my loving parents.

so big brother

why is my kid so dumb

little earthquake

watched basketball with two bostonians as i happily gobbled angel hair marinara from lulu's.

if no proper proxy is found, this blog will go on a very long hiatus on july 21.

fautograph

perfected my tinkerbell signature. lemme know if you happen to need.

edc

Luckily my new polyester hair will act as a windbreaker and blanket, and keep us toasty warm.

-катя

food diary

last night i made a serious vow to commit myself to a diet of salad and other rabbit foods;

then today i promptly ate a mocha, a cheese danish, pepperoni pizza, strawberry custard tart, and a huge cookie dough milkshake

even vague thoughts on proper living tend to cause a violently opposite reaction