pocky and overalls, bandanas and pie

the japanese get it all right, all the time.
tonight i want to go to mission pie and eat a delicious slice. something with huckleberries or pecans. something with a crumble. and black tea. no, coffee, no, tea.

its so wrong. i was totally imagining my hott boyfriend in these outfits. this gramps is so fly though, fo reals. i KNEW i shoulda bought some overalls when i was at the surplus store...what, oh, what will my winter staple be???






please go here

http://limitedhype.com/2009/10/unused-lookbook-2009/

for more shots of gramps workin it out and deliciously workmanesque menswear.
i love a man who gets his hands dirty...carhart please?

5th note left on bart

i love kissing you in the morning
in the middle of the kitchen
with vito watching, his little
tail wagging

4th note left on bart

you were too needy.
i was too wild for you. all screaming matches on market street.
my girlfriends and i causing trouble, making
cat noises and breaking glass at your friends house.
admit it.
i freaked you out.
your new girlfriend seems nice, like she was the softball captain and gets
along real well
with her mom.

3rd note left of N train

dear trinity,
can we still be best friends even though i dont tell you everything?

youre the only one who would really get it anyway...

2nd note left on bart

maybe this is all a mistake.
please, please tell me you dont think this is a mistake.
because i love you.

note left on bart 10-20-09

(in cursive)


i love you. i love your concern for my feelings.
howd you know somethings wrong?
i kissed you the best i could...

project/project

leaving love notes, note notes, and kinda notes behind on the bus, sometimes with names, sometimes with my bis card sometimes in cursive (mostly in cursive), sometimes real, sometimes fake (mostly real), all times making me smile, get up and run quick styles off the bus up the stairs, peek back to see if someones reading it (mostly not) and it changes my whole day. like im getting things off my chest. i wonder who will pick them up but mostly i like leaving them. the writing and leaving. im going to do this as much as possible.

like wolves

the perfect monday. long walk with vito. back into pajamas. time to think. no cigarettes on the deck, just clear lungs and your delicious smell in my hair, this morning im thoughtful and cant stop. theres nothing, wrong dear, i dont think..nothing that cant be fixed anyway.
just give me time. and bon iver. and silent mondays.

ET phone home

b tells me i need new shoes. but i only want to live in a world and have a job (or where THAT is my job) where i can wear THIS.








http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/style/fashionweek/runway.html#spring_2010_mcqueen%20alexander


because looking like an alien is so hot for fall.