You know how when you wake up and you think it's because someone knocked on your door? Like you definitely heard a knock but then it's just silent when you come to and actually start thinking about things. I used to think these unclaimed knocks were demonic to some extent but this morning for example I heard a knock in 3s which is like 'classically demonic' or whatever but it felt like a little angel or something just trying to wake me up gently because they knew I had to get some work done before making brunch for adelaida. I will probably make homemade matzo crackers and cover them in a high quality dark chocolate as part of the brunch just because i'm craving that. i want to make them into perfect squares like the store bought ones bc I feel like it'll make them taste better.. all the recipes online seem to push the rustic cracker vibe though. food photography is so funny. like either it's rustic and messy, but still really overthought/ planned out, or it's like people using glue or cotton balls to make a clump of mashed potato with a perfect slice of butter stay like that for 20-30 minutes, steaming terribly. I would feel bad if it was my job as a food photographer to do weird stuff to the food like that. I feel like it's totally possible to just cook something very photogenic and just take a photo with like decent lighting. Remember when instagram was like #foodie central? and everyone would just post what they were eating for breakfast? and then it turned into this thing where people would make fun of the people who were posting stuff like that? i really felt like the food posts were the most genuine and i also liked going to restaurants and seeing people taking photos of their meals from all different angles before eating. it's very "i never want to forget this moment" and i respect that. im constantly taking pictures of things, to an annoying point, with flash. Caroline and I are so obnoxious at parties for this but we could easily make scrapbooks which i can't say for a lot of you hoes. Now that parties dont exist im happy to have the flash photography to look at. not that im like fondly reminiscing about drinking a Truly Hard Seltzer and doing coke off of a metal sign that says "Tequila: Now Entering The Pants Optional Portion Of The Evening" in noah jackson's living room but like, it was definitely a different vibe to look back on. I wonder what happened to that sign, I put it in my bag on the way out that night and noah told me to please keep it because he hated it. I don't know what possessed me to want to steal that from someone's house.
It really has been a while since I've made a decent life update on here, obviously this blog is more for me than it is for anyone else but I finally started doing tattoos for people again, it's really crazy how people trust me to give them a tramp stamp, or drive from Tennessee to let me stick a needle in them for hours at a time. Another update is that I did shoplift again, and don't feel bad about it. On my birthday I stole a pair of Chloe high waisted jeans that don't fit me because I'm so short. I guess I just needed to remind myself that none of that stuff is real and the jeans aren't that well made compared to like, a pair of old navy pants. I will probably sell the pants on Poshmark for money to contribute to my move back to new england, chloe jeans could chip in for a big portion of one of those bed in a box mattresses (Casper, Tuft & Needle, etc. etc.) that I feel like no matter how expensive it'll just probably give me extensive back pain. But also I feel like everything will gvie me extensive back pain no matter what. But yeah that's the big life update actually: I'm moving back to vermont literally because it's pretty up there... Period. I'm just going to paint and work on writing and probably get a part time job or just keep doing social media work like i've been doing. Then maybe I'll reemerge in a few years if I feel like it. Basically the rent in atlanta is only getting higher and I really don't want a bunch of roommates i feel like I aged 100 years at my last house. there were 12 different people there throughout the 3 years i was living there like. How does that even happen? and of course I just had to be house mother and stick it out the entire time until the landlord literally sold the house.. Now I have like no belongings, just a bunch of books and a drawing table & desk in public storage right now which feels crazy. So i have to build a bed frame and a frame for a couch to take to vermomnt in the uhaul, because I dont want to have to build it there bc I would have to buy tools initially. I will probably order a bunch of tools off of amazon, and then tell them that the order never came. I know people who have done that with tools before and it felt smart to me. Anyway, i'm moving with my internet friend Jamie who i met through making memes on instagram. they're a kindred spirit so I'm excited. theyre moving from the bay area. Every day we text back and forth pictures of sweaters or maple syrup and talk all giddy manic fizzy bubbly about the move. I think we both deserve to be up on a mountain, smoking a joint. It's only fair. Landlords in vermont so far are way nicer than ones in atlanta or california - i was talking to this one old lady landlord named Tordis on craigslist and she was like "How can the apartment better suit your needs? <3 xoxo" Tordis is going to make me end the email with " i love you" i swear to god. Landlords elsewhere are like ok. 17 documents for proof of income, your blood type, scan of renewed passport, a lock of your mother's hair, and please repost and tag me on a photo of you filling out the application on your instagram story . Bro i'm trying to smoke a joint with Tordis on a mountain. .. I don't have time for games anymore. I will probably literally settle down and start a family in the north east eventually it just makes more sense. I really want kids or at least dogs and i can't see myself doing that and living in one of those ugly AF carpeted luxury studio apartments for $1500+/mo .. we're gnna get an apartment but eventually i think I want a little house. Maybee I can live out my freaky howard finster vibe and put his haunting voice in the back of my head to work and have a sculpture garden. That is definitely one thing i feel like i should do before moving out of Georgia.. I should go to paradise gardens. my roommate offered to take me and was shocked i hadnt been in my adult life considering he baptized me but honestlyt im scared it would be overwhelming. I wonder if they made howard finster take lithium too? Probably not. If ur far enough away from society u can just go crazy in ur farm house and make sculptures AF.
you should look at this picture ^ of the sign i snorted coke off of, and listen to this song at the same time:
