these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Feb 26, 2009

ugg...

i feel poopy. like a big pile of poop. sickness is no fun at all and i am definitely not good for much. not good for doing the dishes or the pile of impatient laundry. not good for painting either. i tend to make silly decisions when i'm sick so i'm only permitting myself to look at the canvas and that's it. if i touch it, i'll mess it up. i know from past experience. but at least i got out of my pajamas today and put on a dress. i was hoping that taking some time to put myself together would result in feeling better but no; i'm just a sad, runny-nosed, mouth-breathing girl in a dress. blah.

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