wrangled and wrinkled.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

"Write down the history in the case that we are missed."

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Have you ever been so mad at yourself that you wanted to repeatedly beat your head on a wall? Yep, I'm there.

Friday, June 24, 2005

I need to see a show. I think there are a few coming up. I think I still have jet lag. I felt like I had vertigo today. Like that Alfred Hitchcock movie. It's Friday. Yesterday I did a little piece for Micah. I am going to send it to him in the mail, and he said he would hang it on his wall. It's a birthday, and moving in gift.

There really isn't a whole lot to write about. I am listening to the most scratched and dusty copy of the West Side Story soundtrack on vinyl.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Hopefully I don't get paint on the keyboard by typing this.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

In case no one has noticed the new cool funny buzz word is bitch. Not biatch or even bizznatch. It's just bitch. In any social situation it makes everything more funny. Like when you are eating and you have to use the restroom, you would normally say: "I am going to the restroom." Now with the new tagword at the end it is sure to illicit more laughs. "I am going to the restroom, BITCH(es)!"

bitch bitch bitch.

Bitchin'.

Monday, June 20, 2005

I made it back in one piece. I stood in line for the Uffizi on 1 foot for 5 straight minutes.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Well almost everything is packed and ready to go for the big trip. I am leaving very early tomorrow morning to make my 11 o'clock flight to Chicago from Indianapolis. From there I go to Munich and from there Milan. Then somehow amidst the jitters and jetlag the group and I will commence with the visual stimuli. It's going to be visual overload, but I'll love it. Just as long as that Italian espresso carries me through.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

I don't care about pollution.
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy.
That's my solution.
Watch the police and the tax man miss me.
I'm mobile.