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. 

all of the things

I took this photo for the sticker-faces and didn't realize what the sign was actually for until later. so it's framed rather shoddily. 

a vase at the ballard farmer's market.

the shit-cat. 

unfiltered sunset from my front yard. 

"Bitte halt' den Mund und stör' mich nicht beim Träumen." (please stop talking. it's interfering with my daydreaming.) 

the ides of april

-last night's moon before the whole eclipsian endeavor. I woke at 1230am to revel in its bloody lunarosity and saw mere rainclouds. 

-this is where I get to live. I feel gleefully agitated just looking at this photograph! 

-complacent democrats DO suck. I'm looking at you, mirror. 

-it's a yellow-flowered tree with the "pinhole" filter. I'm gonna start calling random inane things "pinholes" and see if it catches on. 

-even if I was a lordly lass, I don't think I'd savor my savior's murder weapon. plus, Palmer chocolate is fucking disgusting in general. but there are stacks of these babies at the dollar store on the Ave if anyone has a hankering. they're next to the candy-coated asps. 

-outtake from yesterday: flesh-eating sun.

-and my sexy, mysterious neighborhood. 

la lune d'amour!

-pike street. 

-15th ave, daytime...

...and at night. 

-rank, hostile ducklings. but they're rather cute little assholes. 

-CAN'T YOU READ? *covers eyes dramatically, sighing*

-with the right filter, even celestial homemade chicharròns (sp?) can look sinister as fuck. this is like a science experiment from a grainy 1950s filmstrip. 

-prettier: butter-fried potato chips with cilantro, accompanied by chile- and sugar-dusted hazelnuts. 

the food in seattle is SO FUCKING GOOD. sorry, Spenard Roadhouse. I don't miss your cold overpriced tots and congealed aioli one whit. 

-the view from my backyard. 

-and my favorite painting at SAM, Leda and the Swan. it's in the permanent collection and for years I've gone just to make sure it's still there. 

"what do you think," she asked ironically, speaking French, though she knew he preferred English, "that an American lying on the floor in an empty house, eating cheese and stale bread, is interesting?" 

-Robert Alley, Last Tango in Paris