We need to print pictures like we keep saying we're going to,
well like I keep saying I'm going to and you keep saying "You keep saying you're going to and you never do"
and put them in frames and put them on the walls next to Joni and Billy and Paul and Art. Because our apartment just looks like a bigger version of my bedroom, kind of, and because the focal point of my decor can't forever be the purple tapestry I bought in seventh grade and have brought with me everywhere I've lived since
(yes it can.) I took this the day my fifty-dollar birthday camera came in the mail, remember?
In pursuit of things to put in frames, I spent the last hour looking at the pictures I've taken since January and playing with them and thinking about all of the things I didn't get pictures of.
I'm going to invent a frame for sounds a person remembers, or a frame that smells like things that remind you of other things.
I want to take visitors by the elbow and lead them to a frame and show them how I've captured the way your t-shirt wrinkles over your arms when you hold yourself up next to me.
I'll say, Don't his laughs really tie the whole room together?
(You have different laughs, they each need their own frame I think.)
I know what you're thinking: "She didn't take this one. It's of herself!"
Well, I'll have you know that one of my hobbies now is to take tripods to
beer gardens as dates.
No it isn't, why am I being weird?
I haven't slept in a long time, is why.
You should have inferred that by the fact that I am talking to the internet,
which I only ever do if there is something I HAVE to do SOON that I'm putting off
or if I'm very tired and laying somewhere but too tired for sleeping.
Also someone I know is getting me some cheese from Brooklyn
and so the polite thing for me to do is stay awake until he gets home
even though I won't because I'm rude.
I didn't take this one either but
look how good I am at being a model in it.
You can barely even tell how much I'd rather be at home
wearing pants with a forgiving waistline.
