Archive for March, 2011

March 14, 2011

Japaneeds us

I purchased this shirt after hearing a story on the news about a man in Japan.

For these past few days, he has been riding on his bike nonstop amidst all the rubble with a picture of his wife in his pocket, searching everywhere to find her.

I can’t even imagine what that must feel like.

Simply put, we have to do something.

Send your help. Say your prayers. Do anything you can.

Order a shirt from the link below so that we can be twinsies ❤

Not your style? Don’t forget you can text “Japan” to 80888 to donate 10$

http://www.gryphony.com/shirts/help-japan-by-artist/

March 13, 2011

Guilty Pleasures

I have created a guilty project.

Everybody has that something. It is unshakeable against all better judgement, and, no matter how hard you might fight, you find yourself with no choice but to return to it with nothing but a hope that no one will find out. For some people, it’s Bridalplasty. For others, it’s cheesy romance novels with Fabio on the front cover. To have a guilty pleasure is to lower yourself to being who you really are.

So, it seems that

deep

down

on the inside,

I am a black sparkly canvas featuring japanese children’s health magazines and little happy sushis.

March 7, 2011

Old habits die hard…

when you’ve got a sentimental heart.

It seems to me that I may not be comprised of skin cells and blood, but, quite possibly, of glue. Or gum. Or putty. Or even an already-licked lollipop- anything that stuff seems to stick so very stickily that there could very likely never be a way to get it unstuck. If I ever loved a thing, I still do. Experiences, people, places all stick to me as though I’m a contestant on the Million Dollar Sticky (remember that part right before Matilda blows the TV up?).

I’m still shaking Polaroids that were already developed.

March 2, 2011

LB Yours.

The thing is, all men are walking around with promises of love and betterment taped to their lips. The trick is not to figure out what they are promising, but to figure out which ones are lying. Maybe it’s even just to figure out which ones are lying the least (and/or which ones have the least intimidating ex-girlfriends). Either way, romantic relationships are nothing more than a million little problems that you tape together, clumsy-fingered and hopeful, in desperate attempt to make something worth your while. Every relationship is a problem. For instance, a relationship that starts out beautifully with cutesy little notes, constant communication, and a daily dedication to see each other no matter how small a time period, is really only ammunition for when the relationship gets bori- *ahem* older and leaves one party (or both parties) wondering why (significant other) doesn’t (some sort of gushy/cute something) anymore/as much as they used to. That’s the thing. Even positive things in a relationship will somehow find a way to work against you. But that’s okay. Because you still have tape, and you are still creating something wonderful.

Tape together fights with fingers laced up in each other’s,

scares with a smooch on the noggin,

doldrums with a dance,

and always play fair (don’t forget you’re on the same team)

 

because he’s a problem worth solving.

 

(thank you to http://kissssing.blogspot.com/ for the precious pictures)