baby, it's you.

the mean streets of seattle. 

or not. 

I mean, ridiculously charming things like this happen. 

Mr Walken, made purposely creepier by my shadow. 

and these fucking things! 

reflections along Madison. 

or Pike? 

with the proper filter, any church can look sinister. 

my new complimentary tableau! thanks, alley twixt Denny and Howell! 

through the windows to the soon-reopening Canterbury. it's gonna be snitzy. they will have an acclaimed chef and serve oysters, for example. this vexes me. guess what restaurant has always been on my mental list of "where I never want to eat raw shellfish, because that's not how I want to die"? and I was okay with that. the Canterbury was a place for tots and flammable drinks and the Buzzcocks on the jukebox and a constant threat of booth-scabies, and it was fucking magical. 

at least the knight-thing is still there. 

so we shall see. 

¡huevos rancheros!

creepy Holga filter! 

Entropy the Fabulous Shit-Cat hanging out with Corinthians the Cobra.  

and a super-artsy bag of mood-enhancing candy! I dub thee "fuck-it fish"! 

I've had two no-shows at work today. thank god for all the what's-wrong-with-you Woman Magazines in the waiting area to flip through! nothing like surlily (?) eating shit candy whilst pretending to learn how to be a better lady. I feel more fucking delicate already.