This is the cover of my poetry book I made freshman year of high school.
I brought it upstairs this morning to read a few excerpts to help my kid write his own poem for the poetry slam at his school tonight.
He was pretty pumped that poems don’t have to rhyme.
And that I was once a kid.
And a weirdo.
a semi-charmed kind of life, baby
- kid: mom, what does you tattoo mean.
- me: nothing, I just liked it.
- kid: why's it on your butt? it's reallllly close to your butt.
- me: it's not on my butt.
- kid: it looks like it says whole foods. and it's the style of whole foods drawings. you have a whole foods tattoo.
- me: i had no idea what whole foods was when i got this done, but thanks I guess.
- kid: i want a tattoo.
GPOYas the losers at the bottom o’ the Chutes in Chutes&Ladders.
I have lost six games of this stupid game of chance. I have terrible skin because I touch my face like a pouting brat when I am sad. I totally eat too many cookies and then go down a slide and cry about it. JKwellsortaJK.
Evening.
Watched Sunday morning and painted this with kiddo.
I am working really hard on a lot of things. I needed to see this so I put it here.
“We’re advertising the Ski and Snowboard Club. You don’t need to ski or snowboard, as long as you can party.”
(San Francisco, CA)
There’s still a part of me that’s a teenager in thigh-highs smoking a cigarette across the street from school.
want. need.
there’s a cool new shop on california we popped into on our way home from adams and son. (aka the best place to buy plants forsureiswear.)
check it out.
