bullshit

This town has hit the crapper. I know I’m getting old, but norwegian please. This town used to be so cool. Todd and I were walking downtown and heard a band play. This used to be a natural occurence in Athens, but I reakized it isn’t anymore.  Used to be you could go drink at the High Hat, Ratskeller, Half Moon, Washington St, 283. Those days are over. If you are over 25 you drink ikn the goddamn ghetto. I feel like a jew in ‘38. I think it’s obscene that my town has been so segregated.  I’d be depressed but it just looosens my bowels.

Come here you little cash cows!

Yes indeedy, the first whiff of SoCo and lime is in the air, can you just smell it on the wind? As I was tootling around town in the Honda (’88.) I saw it, one lane over,Ford F-150, Cobb county plates, W the president sticker on the back. I’ll tell you what I saw in the back of that mighty Ford. I saw a cheap ikea desk, a mattress and box-spring, a papazan chair, and some collapsible bookshelves. Gird your loins my friends, cause this shit is about to be on! I’m seriously considering having gameday parties at my house for all my friends who have retired from the service industry in the last year or two.

smooches and shitty fake ids!

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Girls on film, well, bars and shit on film

Got film from my Diana camera developed, so so. But I dodn’t expect much.  Apparently though, I shake like a bastard, I could give up caffeine or/and alcohol, or I can by a tripod. Tripod, anyone?

New fun

I’m in a weird strangely satisfied mindset. It’s nice. It seems like everyone around me is in the middle of a personal storm. It’s nice to be centered for a while. Just got back from NYC, which is always a good way to gain perspective. My new Holga Diana+ should arrive tomorrow.

The possibilities are ENDLESS. I love LOMO.

Gonna take Max to the vet, pick up my camera, renew my Sam’s club, (they’re the only ones who process medium format) and take a TON of cool pictures.

Can’t wait.

Just happy to be me. And Max is turning 5 in 2 weeks.

OY!

I’m on my way back to NYC…..and the “oy!” was not a jewish slur, but more of a “fuckballs! not only do I still have to pack, but I have to wash all the clothes first….damnit. Packing stresses me out.  And I always overpack. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 

New family…. coming soon

I FINALLY convinced Mr. McB (or Sally as I like to call him sometimes) that we do indeed need a dog. He’s hemmed and hawed and finally said, “just get one and apologize to me later, that’s what I’d do.” (Yes, married life, nothin like it). So Craig’s list and asking around, finally produced Max, Maximus the Entertainer, if you’re nasty. We went to meet him, he’s fabulous, he loves cigarette smoke/smell, and McDonald’s french fries. He is 4 years old and he likes to spin around in circles and pace, He’s gonna love it with us. Todd and I went to meet him Friday and are completely in love with him and would have snatched him away from Helen and Ron then and there if I thought I could do it without it seeming rude.

He’s coming home for good in the next week or so.

Could he BE any fucking cuter!!!!!