exit music for a film

if my summer in DC were a film.











bye dc, its been a great summer but its checkout time.

lates

here's an ipolaroid pictorial to make up for the last month and a half of radio silence around here.

best roomies ever.

human centiPARTY, reenacted at Trusty's.

checking my hair at big bear.

DC don't stand for Dodge City.

new york, as a motel painting.

landmarks and seascapes.

parting bagel, extra toasty.

and back to the bay and the coldest frozen hell of a false summer.

in my tranny fantasy this is what i look like*


this is also what i'd wear to burning man. not that i'd ever go to burning man. ok this is what i'd wear to graduation.

*i can also shoot fireworks out of my acryllic talons.

dirty dancing

has been playing a lot on the tv lately when i get home from work and want a snack and so i've been watching it a lot lately while i snack. it has some really good music in it.





also i can't believe patrick swayze is still dead.

he's like the wind.

finger pickin good


a few weekends ago, Kate and I went berrypicking at Larriland orchards in BFE maryland (larriland maryland hahahahaah) and we bought the farm.

we picked blueberries


and black raspberries


and tart cherries


and beets and spinach


then i modeled a bit.


then the next day we made jam from the raspberries and borscht from the beets and i preserved a boatload of cherries to make a cheesecake for 4th of july. ta da!

i'm good

the semester of pain is over, along with 1/3 of this whole gratuitous adult education thing i thought was a good idea. eff this. i'm thinking of quitting and becoming a courier (baaaahahahahahaa).



whatevr i'm coming back to DC tomorrow and i'm spraying champagne in all you bitches eyes.