m o o d g a r d e n

Just your average 48 year old tattooed woman

August has been the month of emotional trainwrecks, shifting suns, vegetarianism, organic frustration, and forgotten attic treasures. And on top of that, I am in dire need of a haircut and my camera has been quietly whimpering in its fluffy skullhead bag for me to take it out and let the sun shine on it. I could happily scratch an obscenity in the new paint of an Escalade, just so I won’t feel as though I am the only one having a bad month. (more…)

Thursday, November 23, 2006.

I woke up with a mystery headache. Despite the fact I couldn’t see my clock, I knew I had overslept by about an hour. Tendrils of my dream were trying to tug me back into the warm void; I dreamt of a current co-worker, and was tempted for one brief moment to let the tendrils have their way. (more…)