Showing posts with label Andrew. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27, 2011

i like being a girl.


So, for those who have recently asked, here's Andrew's link http://www.oudevoida.blogspot.com/

Aren't toenails fantastic? Isn't wearing heels great? I'm so glad I've got nice, soft girly parts. I'm sitting and reading a novel, utterly comfortable alone with my sweet, very sexy self. I might not be interesting, but I sure am happy. Happy Oscar Night, everybody!

crush addition

Oh, I forgot another excellent crush incidence, which relates, vaguely, to the post on weed.

Before I knew Andrew very well I got drunk at a work meeting at Kennedy School where he was sitting beside me, laughing his fantastic, much missed laugh. I had ordered a burger, and Andrew is a vegetarian. I believe I was being fairly obnoxious at this meeting, but it was sorta a going away party for me, so I didn't care. Anyway, unlike me, I had left some 1/3 of my burger in the basket, and ever so casually, Andrew scarfed it up, if memory serves in one enormous bite. There have been few moments in the history of history when scrappy, 5 foot 6, vegetarian types have been more adorable. Maybe only when they are offering me cocktails and talking about baseball...

Monday, January 31, 2011

Free Write Afternoon



It's so rewarding to remove information.
When I was a freshman in college there was a girl named Terri (probably in her forties, actually- all I remember is that her girlfriend looked like a bunny) who made one of my favorite student pieces of all time using a mountain goat's skeleton painted baby pink, and that green fiberglass roofing stuff. The piece ended up, well, coquetish. ((<---hey Andrew, how do you really spell that word?)) Ever since I've wanted to paint bones. These have been floating around with me since P. Muzzy handed them off a couple years ago.
So, as I started slapping the house paint on these bad boys I wasn't exactly surprised how satisfying it was. All the staining and flaking and minor holes began to fill. Suddenly there were gradual planes and hillocks where there used to be exploded mine fields. Makes me want to paint the whole world baby blue.

Why does pandora insist I should love Oasis?