I was able to retrieve a photo slide show I had created right before I cancelled my account. It was something I did on a whim with a random mix of pictures my kids and I found in a box. This is a good time to mention that right now I live amongst, at least, 8-10 boxes-o-shit surrounding me: art supplies, vinyl records, Christmas decorations, wrapping paper and gift bags and TOYS; all refugees from the Uhaul storage room I emptied out in July.
"July?" you're asking yourself. "She still hasn't unpacked boxes from July?"
Yes, JULY, goddammit! Is there a problem with that? You want to come over here and unpack them for me? No? Then shut the fuck up! I got rid of the back issues of Martha Stewart Living...what else do you want from me???
Enjoy the fucking slideshow!
Create Your Own!*smooches...from a tiny corner of my apartment not occupied by a box...*
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we get a little further from perfection
each year on the road
i think that's called character
i think that's just the way it goes
better to be dusty than polished
like some store window mannequin
touch me where i'm rusty
let me stain your hands
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