

berry sting all re-done and re-shot..


urban organic.. don't tell me it's not where it's at...






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BOISE LODGE..

gorgeous typography...


kind of out of season, but this weekend of work has made me realize that i am thankful especially for the following at this time:
>my new bike
>buck and dallas
>alex ha
>emergenC
>bug
>stores that sell letterpress
>old book shops, umm YUM
>a brand new xacto blade
>my desk, i've never been a fan of desks before
>pandora stations
>maps
>the things i've collected that i can use to aid in my photoshoot
>sudafed (speed)
>my inspiration wall
>my paps' phone call sat night
>one week... gulf shores
>the woman who said to me "i printed an extra for you because i assume you'll be cutting these, so just in case you mess up.. you won't have to come back in this weather."
>textured papers
>double sided tape
>my bedroom
>MGMT "electric feel"
things worth remembering:
>RP: princess, you'd never throw your pride away
>RS: nice gel seat you've got there
>DL: if i can guess what kind of ring you'd want, you have to say yes if i ask you to marry me...
>JW: deal, you'll never guess anyway.
>DL: i'm going to go with a pearl
>JW: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!?!?! who ARE YOUUUUUUU?
>jackie: yeah, what ever happened to that guy?
>jw;"oh... well.. you see..."
>CB: flirt with arda and get him to postpone the game 5 mins, we're running late..
>AB: well if I could just have you with your hot bod, hair, glasses and those boots... Then we'd be in business. <-- my girlfriend.
>BB: girl just got on bus wearing red socks, nascar crocs and a budweiser jacket
>Jb; try not to be like every other vagina trying to be bossy
>CB: if there is any silver lining to the situation, i suppose it must be that... the evidence is piling up in favor of you being a badass.
>heathdavin says "well he is going to have to take me out to eat and get me a few drinks first..I'm not easy"
>heathdavin says "sweet so yeah you best get shopping ..or I dont know your lingerie situation i guess lol, regardless that is sweet"
>JW: mom calls me 10 mins ago... YEAHHHH that's exactly what i wanna do after an 18 hour day and finishing my last final... talk to my MOTHER. had to get a jug of wine to soothe my soul after seein her missed call.
>BB: any big plans besides your jug of wine?
>JW: umm don't knock my companion. what the hell are you doing miss priss?
>BB: THE FUCKING LAB...can't even recognize my headache anymore cause it's been here since sunday..
>AP: oh, for MY BIRTHDAY...i wouldn't be surprised if you got me a rack for MY car for YOUR bike for times when you don't feel like riding it home
Best case scenario, they shit in your house. Enough said. >> Why both Deke and I do not care for cats.
I asked god in one of my dreams last night 'well I know the margins and padding are set right...wait, you do know css, right?'
ES: "cap't!!! let's keep the same name for the team since we are WHOOPIN ASS?!!!"
EF: so, when's the wedding??
JW: who's?
EF: yours and britts...............duh
DL:"Leaving work early because of the snow then heading home to work on my shrine for you, um I mean to um chill"
jw: dude my texts make me sound like a les
bb: oh ya mine too.. so far over it
jw: do you like that rat
bb: bahahahahahah
jw: does that mean "sorry, yes." or "fuckkkk no yaaah right.."
bb: sorry and yes
jw; oh. well are you going to date him or just sit there and wish you were dating him?
bb: hahahahahahahahahah god you're killin me
jw: i'll just message him and take care of this for ya.. oh ya.. this reminds me of something... hmm... what could it be??!!!
bb: just fell over laughing
jw: call me when you have your shit together
bb; bahahahah stop, i'm sooooo gay
@AOBUX caribou? @designwalks yeah, let's go (grab my wallet). @AOBUX umm what are you doing? I'm your sugar mama. <>
looking forward to;
the weekend
jonathan being back at soccer
OUTDOOR soccer
a ton of wine
adam letting me have a copy of his map
hiking/floating/lodging in OK
having my little brother here for a weekend.. little sugar doll
We adore chaos because we love to produce order._M. C. Escher