all i really want to do is sit around and fingerpaint

it feels like i haven't done anything in forever except for work and apartment-hunt. though to be fair, working does involve a lot of things like googling random words and surreptitiously downloading the entire Cat Power discography.

anyways, the apartment hunt is done, and i got the call while listening to the Dirty Projectors and buying Crayola modelling clay-the kind that came in flat ridged slices and used to be called Plasticine. I had this really great Muppets themed pack when I was a kid that came in a giant Crayola crayon and had all the appendages to make your favorite muppet. Of course, me and and the little sister just mixed up all the parts so Miss Piggy had flippers and Fonzie had a big ol' Gonzo nose and we ended up with a pile of misshapen mutants that scared the pants off of the littlest sister.

okay, so here's the song that plays every time our new landlord calls. don't ask me why. 'tis strange, but i like it so who's to complain?

spooky/spectacular

form and function

i'm loving this:




















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