33 Ways to Stay Creative
We love this in the office!
We love this.
(Source: haiyum)
It pains me to admit how much I love this
By the very nature of what this is (over priced mass produced rodeo gear) I should hate this. I do hate this. Except for the fact that OH GOD I LOVE IT I want to PRANCE AROUND in all of it and sing songs and wear my cowboy boots and GOSH THIS SKIRT NEEDS IN MY CLOSET. 
Things I love but can no longer justify dragging from place to place
Packing up // Shipping out
We’ve had some good times, Moomosa. Something tells me a large stuffed cow wouldn’t be the smartest thing for me to bring with me… well, anywhere.
Having a birthday fall on Fat Tuesday is a pretty good way to get random awesomeness like 5 plastic toy crocodiles.
OMG I’M GOING TO MISS BEAN LOOK AT HER
With a bonus list of things to debate such as
1) Will I really read the four pound copy of The Divine Comedy that I’ve been carrying around with me since I left Florence (in December 2007) this summer? I might? Right?
2) If I keep carrying around these boxes of photographic paper eventually I will stop being such a putz and look up a local darkroom that has chemicals and just get back in there so I can stop complaining about missing it? Maybe?
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First things first, Imma eat-cha brains
I recognize I’m about, oh, four months late on all the hype and humping of My Dark Twisted Fantasty but OH MY GOD YOU GUYS IT REALLY IS THAT GOOD. I can’t stop listening to it, and I’m on about play 93 of Monster and dear christonacracker do I love it.
I don’t really write in this anymore, and I guess I never really did, but this album is just about the only thing motivating me to pack and clean right now and I just thought that that warranted a little shout out into the universe. Kanye, you are such a dick, but damn, if it means you make music like this… it’s ok.
What you want to say most is inadmissible. Say it anyway. Say it again. What they tell you is irrelevant can’t be denied and will eventually be heard. Every question is a leading question. Ask it anyway, then expect what you won’t get. There is no such thing as the original, so you’ll have to make do with a reasonable facsimile. The history of the world is hearsay. Hear it. The whole truth is unspeakable and nothing but the truth is a lie. Swear this. My oath is a kiss. I swear by everything incredible.
“The rules of evidence” Lee Robinson
Observations
Things that bring Bean immense amounts of joy on her night walks:
1) Sniffing the butts of dogs that are four times her size
2) Stopping every three point five inches to examine the latest scent
3) Attacking strangers with jumps and kisses with doggy dialogue “OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” squeaks
4) Running in circles around the fountain at Lincoln Center barking at the water (It’s the Met…the opera…she’s just singing along, get it?)
Things of the outside variety that do not bring Bean pleasure of any form:
1) Street grates
2) Cross walks
3) Peeing or pooing
We’re learning.
