Happy Valentine’s Day! We Are The Fairest of Them All!
Photograph missing! I don’t know where it went!
I have it on good authority that everyone reading this right now is fairer than any else. It’s a fact. Sorry everyone else. What can I say? Don’t hate us because we’re pretty.
I’m recycling a picture from an earlier post. This picture makes me happy. It brings back fond memories from growing up. Those were exciting times, except it’s always exciting in some way at all times, isn’t it? The way it was exciting for me then was because the world sucked in many ways, but I believed I could do something about it. I think Obama supporters are feeling that same potential, which is a good thing. Do your part to make the world better. Please do it without the hate though. I can’t take the hate anymore. (And I’m talking to you people hating on us because we’re pretty.) (Okay, I’m kidding.) (Except we are pretty.)
I can’t make up my mind what to do with myself today. Movie? Massage? Hard choices, I know. Sometimes I have the life.

Sometimes I love looking over at Buddy, all cosy and warm on the big, fluffy, snowy-white comforter, on top of my red velvet couch, with snow falling outside, and remembering that before I got him he was living in a shuttered, abandoned beauty parlor in Harlem without heat, and doesn’t he have the life now, and how nice is that?



I’m going through the line edits for my book and every once in a while I’ll read an instruction from them that goes something along the lines of, “Please tell us, in one sentence only” something something something. What they’re battling is my love of going into a lot of detail when something is interesting to me.
This is the alley where I watched the parade. I love this about the Wall Street area, lots of nooks and crannies, doesn’t feel particularly well planned, it’s crumbly and old in spots, and 19th century feeling in a lot of places. I should walk around and take shots some afternoon.