he gives good radio

it all started out real slow-normal pace with no big and fancy displays. no obsessive rushing to get home.
no skipping meals for him.
but now. now i'm addicted to this american life!!!!!
i can't stop listening and laughing, and cringing, and gasping.
the episodes on dvd are amazing as well. I caught an episode with young black runaways in phili. with horses.
black cowboys trotting through the shit stormed streets early mornin' to a green park just outside city limits to run wild.
no one else for miles. big buildings in the backgound.
a band of outlaws. such beautiful imagery!
dork out! you won't regret it

weeeeeeeeeeeeee

out for a roll on my new bike-yeay!

bird watchin


wont' be climbing this tree

my new recipe for blackberry cobblestone. kind of like a cobbler but not really. i threw in some raspberries and blueberries too. out of the oven and into my belly! on granny's pretty old plate with a little milk to balance the sweetness a bit. sooooo good!
i've been cooking and baking a lot. i found my niche. i've found my measuring cups!
i've been juicing like a mad woman too and making tinctures and perfume. i should say that taking my vitamins and being a good girl healed me from a scary medical condition so maybe that's part of the craze too! (making christmas dinner for 16 people might of helped. cuss that was hard!) anyway, making some rose petal jam, homemade apple cidar vinegar and trying out a new merlot sauce laters.
move over martha!

got a bunch of fucked up feet today. bloody, bruised, and blistered. part from walking 2 miles or so in heels, then dancing in said heels, then getting stepped on by a gargantuan practicing his spastic break dancing style, then slipping off my pedals and into my new chain ring. fuck!! my feet used to be so cute. it all started with ski boots and my frightening tendancy to lean back instead of forward-what a wanker i am!
anyway, i was thinking about it the other day in the tub. lookin at 'em all haggard, toenails black and blue. scabs floating away in the water-just kidding-that's gross.
beauty is pain (heels). and pain is fun (skiing/hiking/river dancing) i guess it's worth it-having ugly feet as a 31 year old woman. as long as i look hot and am having fun right?
i guess it could be worse. my feet could look like an old chinese ladies' from the 19th century.
yikes!

this city can't swallow me

matt lingo