yes!

le sigh.

i've been working on a longer, actual entry but i keep getting distracted by having to do work and wanting to be an olsen.

I've deleted at least 7 paragraphs from this white box.
The jist of it all is:

-there is a roll of tape at work and it might make me kill myself.
-I can't figure out where to go from "here".
-I don't trust technology.
-I'm sad I don't write (well) anymore.

filled

with insane jealousy because these glasses are not resting on the bridge of my nose.


thank god they are on the face of someone whom i respect and cherish.
otherwise...there'd certainly be hell to pay.

i just want to:

http://moma.org/visit/calendar/exhibitions/313