kitschy.

 
i have a little windowsill at work.
it's slowly being taken over by 'minneapolis kitsch'.
....and it is DOPE.
i am slightly confused by the kangaroo,
but i like it.
and yeah, obviously i did know what it was for.
(the accompanying letter assumed i would)
c'mon....
thanks, shawn, for the b-day hottness.
it lives next to it's pig-iron companion,
the wrench...


polaroids, ya'll.
as in polar-'roids,
as in,
i'm dressed to freeze my butthole off.
this is from my mentholated challenge fire from the other day.
has anyone else ever noticed the slant to my eyes?
they're like cartoon 'sad' eyes.
45 degree angles an' that.

we've had a very pleasant houseguest since saturday.
jenny!,
our buddy from pennsylvania,
is up visiting.
with her polaroid camera,
and a banjo on her knee.
the catch?
well,
with the exception of one of our frogs,
which is of no help whatsoever,
i'm the only weiner-equipped individual in my house right now.
it's like i unwittingly bought a ticket to the vagina dialogues......
it's like a magical cervix-seance, soul-sisterhood, ovary party up in here.
it's like i stumbled across a private screening of 'fried green tomatoes'....
we're one erykah badu album away from me having to sleep outside.
somebody call tyrone for me......
okay,
actually,
it's been fun.
but that isn't as interesting is it?

you should be listening to the cure right now.
seriously.
it's perfect mid-january music.
turn it up loud,
and sing along so hard;
never quiet, never soft....