January 2011
http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/even... →
Dear "Monday"
You don’t scare me. There are plenty other times I have woken up on you and wanted to close my eyes until Friday, or summer. But not today buster. Not. Today. I gots shit to do, and im gonna do it. So you can take your “I’m the first day of the week” attitude and suck it hard. Anyway, hope all is well and good luck with the rest of your 24 hours.
-Layne Alexander Dixon
I have an alarm title of “run bitch”. When my alarm went off this morning I turned over and saw in all caps RUN BITCH. Then I rolled over and didn’t run. Bitch.
“Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent,...”
– The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides (via thechocolatebrigade)
Post-coital tristesse →
readmorewikipedia:
Sexual intercourse can sometimes lead to a feeling of melancholy called PCT, or post-coital tristesse. This is more common in men than in women.
A better-known reference is the Latin phrase Post coitum omne animal triste est —”After sexual intercourse every animal is sad”.
Packing. Unpacking. Moving a couch through a door way. Shooting 16 4x5 prints. Meow. Mags. Unpacking. Moving. Playing with fake food. Photographing fake food. Wishing fake food was real food. Hungry hungry. Just blacked out where am I hungry.
Sometimes I need to remind myself of boundaries. I still have some furniture in my old apartment that I am moving today and the dude who is subleasing my apartment sent me a text saying “I’ll just leave the key under the matt” to which I instinctually replied “Ohh sounds sexy”. Before I pressed send I realized I did not know this person at all and am also responsible...
I really hope that Mentos are not laxatives in disguise. I just ate an entire roll in one sitting.
In other news Karen and I are being held at gun point to go to our next class- bookmaking. Sounds cool? Yah, well maybe if “cool” was your teacher relating the folds of a book to a vagina while she dances to the Beatles.
The other photographer I met in Atlanta →
Cool dude, amazing work.
I'm going to Africa. →
I also plan on doing this. I don’t know if the rest of my family has free falling on their agenda, but this girl does.
I'm going to Africa. →
Since I can remember my mom has wanted to go to Africa. For reasons all across the board. Next December, we are doing it. We’re spending two days at Camp Jabulani, a camp where you get to hang with ELEPHANTS all day and night. I cannot contain my excitement. The rest of the trip will be spent traveling around South Africa witnessing all the incredible things it has to offer. Get here now.
Exactly where I need to be
Flew in whirlwind style. Get home take a nap wake up art party. Endless conversations with endless interesting people. Met Elliot Erwitt. Peed myself a little. End the night sitting by the fire with family friends. Sleep. Finally. Real sleep. Wake up at 12 REALLLY? Lunch with dadster and hang out with best friends. Exactly exactly exactly where I need to be.
