Out of Focus

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Sat, 10 Nov 2012 13:29:18 -0700

Birthdays.

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 00:19:49 -0600

Oh Jesus. I’ve been 26 for 19 minutes and I don’t like it. I can feel my tits sagging.

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Tue, 31 Jul 2012 13:04:09 -0600

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Sun, 29 Jul 2012 02:19:10 -0600

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Mon, 16 Apr 2012 18:12:16 -0600

Conversation with a six-year-old

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 17:55:31 -0600

Me: What’d you do in school today?

Tuesday: eh.

Me: What did you eat for lunch?

Tuesday: Teriyaki beef strips.

Me: Sounds disgusting.

Tuesday: That’s why I didn’t eat them and went to recess instead.

Me: Who did you play with?

Tuesday: My friends. Avery and Faith and we played ghost hunter and ghost and ghost whisperer and pretty much talked about ghosts all day.

Me: So…you guys like ghosts?

Tuesday: duh.

Me: Did you play with anyone else?

Tuesday: No, they say I’m not ordinary.

Me: Who?

Tuesday: The other kids. They say I have to be ordinary to play with them.

Me: I think you’re pretty normal.

Tuesday: Well, I’m concerned (she said concerned) that if you think I’m ordinary and Faith and Avery think I’m ordinary and I think I’m ordinary, then maybe it just means that we’re all very NOT ordinary, you know?

Me: Being ordinary is boring.

Tuesday: There’s one boy in my class that I’m friends with, but he doesn’t speak our language very good, I don’t know what it’s called.

Me: …English?

Tuesday: Yeah, he speaks Spanish and I don’t know very much Spanish except for andele, andele, and vamos, and senor. His name is Alejandro and that’s a Lady GaGa song, al-al-al-alejandro, but I don’t think that it’s about him because I don’t think Lady GaGa knows that he’s in my class.

Me: Why do you know Lady GaGa songs?

Tuesday: Because I ADORE Lady Gaga (she said adore)

Me: Where do you listen to Lady GaGa?

Tuesday: On my Ipod.

Me: You don’t have an Ipod.

Tuesday: I DO.

Me: I don’t think so.

Tuesday: It’s at my dad’s house and it plays CDs.

Me: So it’s a CD player.

Tuesday: Probably.

Seared Ahi tuna with persimmon-cranberry glaze served with baby...

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 12:02:23 -0700

Seared Ahi tuna with persimmon-cranberry glaze served with baby bok choy. Come eat at Meditrina and I’ll make you somethin’ nice.

bang bang

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 19:49:30 -0700

bang bang

@ the Aquarium

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 23:19:23 -0600

@ the Aquarium

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Sat, 24 Sep 2011 16:21:12 -0600

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Wed, 21 Sep 2011 22:32:54 -0600

jellies.

Tue, 20 Sep 2011 20:46:01 -0600

jellies.

The dog has a lisp.

Mon, 15 Aug 2011 11:05:53 -0600

I’m driving in my car with this dog and a song comes on the radio and he reaches over and he turns it up and another song comes on the radio and he wags his dog tail to the beat and another song comes on the radio and it’s a Genesis block and he sings, Su-Su-Succuido and I say, you like Phil Collins? and he replies, Phil Collins is the greatest singer-slash-drummer that has ever lived. And I smoke my cigarette (blowing the smoke away from his face - he’s allergic) as he goes off on a Patrick-Bateman-like tangent about Peter Gabriel and the Invisible Touch album and Phil Collins’ solo work and I wonder how a dog knows so much about English progressive pop music. And he starts coughing and hacking and looks at me all sternly and I mumble an apology and stub out my cigarette in the ash try and wave the smoke out of the air with my hand.

"When we first got Topsy, she would be allowed to sleep in the bed with me…when Colin came, an..."

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 20:14:29 -0600

“When we first got Topsy, she would be allowed to sleep in the bed with me…when Colin came, an absurd edict was introduced whereby she was no longer allowed upstairs.
I evidently had a lot of anger and hate in me about this, because I would perch at the top of the stairs and lure her to come up - “Topsy! Topsy! Topsy!” Then, when she would slink nervously upward to the forbidden terrain of the upper floor, I would would suddenly become Mr. Hyde. “Oh dear, Topsy,” I would declaim, in a rather arch manner, “you know perfectly well you’re not allowed upstairs” before cruelly kicking her back down to the bottom again, where I would rejoin her and give her a sympathetic cuddle, regretfully muttering, “Oh Christ! Were you kicked down the stairs? This is terrible.”
That’s quite fucked up, isn’t it?”

- Yes, Russell Brand, yes, it is.

photojojo: No words. Too adorable. Photo by Aaron Ruell No...

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 15:55:00 -0600

photojojo:

No words. Too adorable.

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No words. Too much pink.

Where are you from?

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 12:32:25 -0600

Salt Lake City

The streetlamps glow.

Fri, 22 Jul 2011 15:17:00 -0600

I like the idea of people living, he says and I like how it sounds and I say it again and a summer wind blows through the car window and it’s warm and dry and smells of campfire. High in the sky the moon hangs low and the leaves in the trees click and moan and a girl hula hoops on the side of the road, alone she’s spotlit in porch light red, her arms stretching and twisting above her head and her body twitches through her white lace dress. I turn off the radio in the street lamp glow and a boy I hardly know reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh and smiles at me with his crinkly eyes and I lean my head back and listen to the night and make waves in the wind that bend the light. I tell him to turn left and he does and it’s lovely, the city resting down the hill, centered in the place the oaks don’t fill and I hold a pretend camera and take a pretend picture and say, click, and he smiles again and squeezes my leg and he likes me and I like him and for now we like each other and he brushes my hair back from my face and rubs my earlobes between his fingertips and he nips at my lips and holds me tight and close and counts my ribs as I laugh at night. The lights below shine bright and blue and hide the stars, but they’re lost too, swallowed by the black trees as we coast and some where close fireworks explode and flare and lazy smoke hangs in the air. The road curves and a wall runs along the side, covered in vines that creep into the street and brush against the car like a wool brush on steel and he leans over at a stop sign and kisses my neck and I feel, I feel

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Thu, 07 Jul 2011 16:53:11 -0600

The summer is passing me by.

Sun, 03 Jul 2011 22:07:26 -0600

The summer is passing me by.

Colin really likes balloons and horses today. P.S. The Copper Palate Press booth wasn’t nearly...

Mon, 27 Jun 2011 22:02:34 -0600

Colin really likes balloons and horses today.

P.S. The Copper Palate Press booth wasn’t nearly as cool without you.