10.18.2011

Day Three Hundred Sixteen

It's almost difficult to believe that I've done this three hundred fifteen times before. 
 Spoke to my lovely cousin this evening. I don't think we can value it enough-having people in our lives that will always be there to love us, to talk to us, and...most importantly...to call us on our shit. 

I worked in the studio a little today. I'm preparing to leave it for a good solid 5 days..and am already missing it. Even just sitting down there makes the day so much more worth it. 
Worked on the zine a bit. 



dish n. A concave vessel on which food is served; the amount a dish holds; the food served in a dish; a particularly prepared food; fashion; a directional microwave antenna having a concave reflector. Slang Something that is favored; an attractive woman. v. To make sarcastic cutting remarks; to put food into a dish.

Well, then. 
Unable to think of anything but the serious desire get this post done and jump into a hot bath and read....



Not really liking this as much. 
Oh well.
xx

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