I’m really frustrated…everyone remembers seeing my wallet last in the same place. On the counter. But it’s not there and I haven’t touched it since last night because I’ve had no reason to. So it’s literally just gone. I spent the last hour and a half digging through my room, my office, and downstairs…nothing.
I give up.
What is this flappy bird stuff?
I feel gross and like a fun ruiner.
How the fuck is it possible that I leave for work late and get here at the same time? Someone explain please.
Noah was upset this morning because he got called in early and other things happened. It made me sad, so I’m going to try to make him feel better after work. Maybe make him some dinner and watch a movie with him or something. I don’t like it when he’s sad…
Currently getting my tattoo done!
Chromatic Typewriter Prints
Tyree Callahan has recycled (or upcycled, perhaps) a classic 1937 Underwood typewriter by replacing letters with sponges soaked across the spectrum with bright yellows, reds, blues and combinations thereof.