Gats and a weird haze that’s either from the summer humidity or the house spirit that doesn’t like me. You know, whichevs.
How am I lulling myself to sleep tonight? Oh, with the soothing sounds of a dog with separation anxiety humping his bed.
Chilling with Gatsby and reading Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. Life is good.
a. On mile three out of five when the sky gets really dark (10% chance of rain, my ass), the wind kicks up, and it starts to rain.
b. Remove phone from armband to check the time and then realize that I have dropped my house key at some point during the walk.
c. Pace up and down the same block (people must have thought I was casin’ the joint) searching for a lone key.
d. A guy I haven’t seen in ten years pulls up. I ask him for a ride home (not my smartest move but oh well, it’s done now).
e. Guy proceeds to tell me his life story about how his wife is in prison for kidnapping and social security fraud and how he was fired from the army because of her, then asks me out. No, thank you.
d. Climb a ladder in the rain to get into my house by crawling through my sister’s bedroom window. Side note, I am afraid of heights.
e. Unwind by taking a hot shower and eating boiled potatoes. With butter.
This is my life.
Milk and chocolate chip cookies.
:)
A little light light painting before bed.
Getting my rainy day pho phix.
Someday, 50 mm f/1.4. Someday. You will be mine.
Fun is affixing your camera in a tree at an angle and trying to figure whether or not you’re in frame.
Summer summer summertime
