wtf

put band-aid on in the evening.

wore band-aid the next day.

removed band-aid once home from work.

and the adhesive part ripped. skin. from. my. arm.

hot milk

the first time i remember drinking hot milk was in hong kong, around 7 years old. we had gotten it from mcdonald's (mcdonalds! selling hot milk!) and the straw had such a large diameter, i ended up scalding my entire mouth.

now, 21 years later, i'm drinking hot, organic, whole milk in the hopes of sleeping deeply tonight. last night was filled with crazy vivid unpleasant dreams and a few wakings around 3 and 3:30 am.

note to self: must remember to get pictures of the art show from kareema.

this past sunday was a heavenly estrogen day. 11 am meetup at pach's place for some delicious diner brunch with jen, danielle, erika and kareema. i am quite sure that 20 cups of coffee were easily consumed by the group.

then to anthropologie whereupon kim spent, again, too much money. (halp! somebody, stop me!!)

then to my abode for mango and oj mimosas (are they called something else when served w/ mango juice?).

and THEN to the movies for some hot (becoming jane) austen action. lovely.

a little dinner at pei wei and erika running into my car finished up the day. (that last bit is quite true! luckily, my plastic car is sturdy and strong.)

in other news, anthony and i split up this past month. he's moved out and the abode is strangely empty. still making sense of it all and feeling mostly happy with a pinch of lost. we still hang out and talk a lot; 4 years makes people pretty damn close.

looking forward to getting myself in order and taking that trip in december. nothing better when one is feeling a little lost than to run off to europe, eat gelato and drink hot chocolate, take funny pictures and freeze in the winter while wearing a plethora of colorful scarves.

we each wrote what we wanted for this trip, so we'd be on the same page. birds of a feather:

jen's vision: i envision reading books in window sills while holding a glass of wine, carrying heavy groceries up cobbled streets, and late night chats in piazzas. there are things i would like to see, but i'm not going to die if i don't. i'm looking for adventure but not necessarily crazy touristy expensive trip adventure.

kim's vision: gelato. hot chocolate. brioche con panna. dried coconut. sweet frothy cappuccinos while sitting in windowsills. house glasses of wine and walking tipsy through the streets, possibly singing a retarded song. and i like reading books. and taking silly photos. and staying warm in the winter. freaking out about the cold. and drinking more hot chocolate. or a cafe corretto.

i am become thursday, destroyer of free time

i can't believe it's already thursday. where is this week going? not to mention, it's almost the end of the year. eek!

monday and tuesday gfss went out and, following in knitta's footsteps, tagged various areas around tampa. the sucky thing is, jen and danielle spent a lot of time tagging light poles in ybor late at night, and they had taken it down by morning!! *sigh* thanks, tampa. you're the best.

some of the places hit included bayshore, jimmie b keel library, usf library, kaleisia and ybor (jerks).

i have finished up my summer classes and have (mostly) finished the redesign of the girlfriend sweatshop website. it possibly needs a little more tweaking, but so far we're happy with it.

and i am happy to note that i have showered and am finally squeaky clean. yesterday i desperately needed a shower. desperately. did i mention that i needed a shower? i'd been going full-throttle with classwork and this art show that seriously, i could not remember the last time i showered. at least 3, if not 4 days ago. ... that's so gross.

i'm glad i'm not outside, otherwise i'm sure i'd have a cloud of flies around my head a la pigpen (this actually happened to me at the gardens in munich, but that's a story for another time).

anyone in the area who'd like to go... check out the transitions art gallery page for a little more information.

i think in comparison to past shows at the gallery, we've got quite a bit of stuff up. but in comparison to our vision, we're a little lacking. everything looks smaller once you put it up on the walls! if only we weren't such procrastinators... alas.

thorny

"While browsing at the garden store, I saw an item that would be perfect for your current metaphorical needs: rose gloves. They're specially designed to protect you while working with those lush but thorny flowers. They feature padded palms, reinforced fingertips, and extra-long gauntlets that safeguard your flesh up to the elbow. As you play with and care for your own metaphorical version of the paradoxical rose in the coming days, I suggest that you arm yourself with equivalent protective measures."
- free will astrology

on air

exciting news is afoot!

*tiptoe**tiptoe*

girlfriend sweatshop is going to be interviewed on 'art in your ear' on our local community radio station, 88.5 wmnf. hopefully we'll sound fun and silly rather than bumbling and thick-tongued.
:)

i believe we'll be talking about our upcoming art installation at transitions art gallery.

give it an ear, should you find the time!

itinerary in december

• 6th leavin' on a jet plane
• 7th london
• 10th rome
• 18th fly home

question: excited?

answer: yes.