feeling content with december.

Last month's Nylon featured True Romance, so it sparked my memory on how awesome this movie along with Heathers and Pump Up the Volume is.
So I ran a little (late 80's, early 90's) Christian Slater marathon.

This 1993 version of Patricia Arquette kind of makes me want to roam around with exotic coloured bras hanging out of everything and wear mismatched animal print. Yeah.

On a semi-related note, this 1993 version of Michelle Forbes kind of makes me want to get an insanely short bob and grow out some beastly brows. Sure.

in my dreams.

I thought that I would ressurect my blog with more substancial posting and consistency (amongst other things).
I can't blame it on being busy, because I'm never really doing much of anything these days.
Infact, this past weekend, all I did was work, read, and well sleep.
The latter has led to me encountering the weirdest dreams.
I'll extrapolate.

It's February. 3rd, 2010. (My birthday).
I'm at some bar/club. I go to the washroom. At this point, I assume I took some mind altering substance(s).
I emerge and start "walking", except it's cerebrally activity accompanied by arm movement with these Madonna-muscle arms. I'm paralyzed waist down.


Perhaps this is a sign that the Lotte Berk Method is going to go horribly wrong on me!
Or that maybe I should be employing my time doing other things.

i like ponies.

Iekeliene Stange at the Umfeld exhibit featuring her work.
She's weird, I like it.

The ground bares no flowers and the trees are starting to expose their naked branches.
In spite, I'm sewing a tulip skirt today.