ten tickles.

-sociological garbage tree, Pine St overpass. 

-Capitol Hill. 

-yeah, I like clichéd crap too. I shall someday sell this at a kiosk in a mall. its title: HeavenSent. 

-Folklife 2014. 

-it was a toss-up between it and the "honey banana (w/ bacon)". the "nanacocatella" was ridiculously delicious for about one bite. 

-the back of a street sign in I can't remember which neighborhood. 

-the Chase tower. 

-you don't have to be rich! to be my girl! 

-oh come on. 

-sucker. 

-tonight's artistic-liberty sunset from the lair-street. 

-and your moment of lair-squirrel. 

don yon slanket

-hives! or as I prefer to think of them, stigmata! 

-yeah girrrl. 

-I took this (blurry, shitty) photo because she was purring away in near-obscene fucking bliss. see her love-paw? 

-un-coy koi. 

and a creeper turtle. 

-such a whimsical town this is! 

-back row: something with gin, muddled cucumber, and I can't remember. front row: gin, crème de violette, st germain, orange zest. I shan't apologize for my fussy, prissy, hipstery (if you fucking must) enjoyment of snooty cocktails. this is one of the (many) aspects of living in Alaska that I sorely missed. I missed good fucking cocktails and I missed happy hours. 

-EGGS ERRONEOUS... 

and if you got that reference, let us bow our heads in shameful solidarity together. 

-the shit-cat is head-butting my axilla. 

-I noticed this house today. it's about a block away from where I live. it's such a weird and imposing shape! everything about it is hideously appealing! 

-on the corner of Broadway & John. it's a terrible picture because I was wearing too short of a skirt to bend down for the proper angle. can you tell that it's a headless doll with a nail sticking out of its neck-hole? 

-the precariously installed top shelf of the culinary wing of my lair. 

-please don't judge my tiny-ass loo, but please note that, depending on your angle to the commode, you will either be stared down by a blue-tongued skink or a jaunty chicken. 

I returned to seattle three months ago today. fuck yes. 

happiness is a warm pun

-the vintage store on Pike. 

-more sexy, mysterious petal action. this is the driveway of the house next to mine. 

-from Kerry Park the other night. 

-Gasworks in the dark. this has been "fill light"ed about 300%, but otherwise, not bad, silly phone! makes me wanna sculpt a tower of mashed potatoes. 

another slice of my triumphant MRI! the white bits are lesions, the lesions that have been there (mostly unchanged!) for over 2 years. my neurologist is amazing. she reminds me of a cross between Lily Tomlin and Edith Head. "you're the second person who's ever wanted to photograph their MRI" she said. "the last person was about two years ago." "it might have been me" I said. "you know, you're probably right!" she laughed. apparently lesions commonly form around the dark bit (that I cannot remember the term for; sorry, AP 110!) 

this is the cross-view, with trippy eyeball amphibiosity. 

this was the view from the upper floor of the hospital immediately after I heard the news. no filters. it was that fucking beautiful. 

you wanna get physical? physical? a can of liquid fits perfectly over a standard-mouthed mason jar and you can torturously dispense said liquid one droplet at a time! 

this was the other night of the day when it was nearly 90 delicious degrees and my lair turned into a blistering hellpit. I'm sitting on the steps outside my window. and the shit-cat isn't supposed to be on that goddamn ledge.