the cure for a headache

the cure for a headache is, of course, plantain chips 'n guac and margeritas. who knew?

breakfast at gasworks park with the pup.

27th floor

spent the evening downtown with my sister and her husband reading excerpts from twilight and playing 'guess the card i'm holding' and indian poker. i lick the card so it sticks to my forehead real good. baby eden sleeps.

salmon bay cafe breakfast, while trying to draw the best troll, the best shrimp eyes.

i need more work space

i dream of a large, old wooden table. so i can spread out my work station. big windows. lots of light. more puppies!

illustration for language school worksheet.

DIBUJA LOS CONEJOS

also, i discovered encaustic painting. took a 2 day class at assemble. i'm hooked.

animal pile:

[insert suspicious minds lyrics here]

overboard

purple sweatpants. the heater is ticking. the ballard (go trumpets) socks are pulled up tight. i dug up an old thrift-store cashmere shrunken sweater out from the depths of my closet. flipped it inside-out, outside-in, a couple times to make sure there were no giant spideys hanging out in there.

two buck chuck. red lips merlot.

oh, the stray... facebook has become boring. i click it frantically. hopefully. i go to it first thing when i sit at my desk. boring barfola.

i feel i've lost the touch for painting, and this concerns me.
oh golly. princeton is looking at me with the "i gotta pee" expression.

the dog discovered the flavor of the inside of my mouth, and he wants more. ew.

my head hurts.
i'm feeling a little blue.
who's the boss is on the tv.