Confession Number 483: I am a total pen kleptomaniac. No excuses, no apologies. But I do have class, meaning I never snag the only pen on the counter or pens from little old ladies with lilac colored hair. But other than that, they somehow wind up in the center console of my little coupe or the back pocket of my jeans and I hand them out freely to those in need of ink. I like to think of myself as the Robin Hood of pens, stealing from the [pen] rich and giving to the [pen] poor.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I stride over these steep mountains with a small flock of birds winging in my hair, circling my head, securely riding my shoulder.
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Saturday, February 21, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Confession Number 55: I keep a secret stash of junk food in my studio. As my studio is right next to the International District, and therefore my favorite Asian Supermarket, that stash is usually written in foreign languages that I can not read, and therefore, can not be held responsible for their ingredients (read: corn syrup). Currently there may or may not be a box of "Pocky for Men (and what does that mean? Men get the dark chocolate and women get the milk? I think that's all backwards!)," a package of those vanilla wafers (you know, the really addictive ones that you have to put away after having two or else you'll crunch through the whole pack), and one or two stragglers in a bag of sour chewy things. I hide them in various places. From myself. But somehow, I always seem to find them. I'm taking this to mean I need a bigger studio.