This is Krysti. She came up to visit me this week, and I don’t remember the last time I have laughed until I cried so often.
When we were about 13 years old, I was speaking to her on the phone while my mom was yelling at me for some reason or another and wanted me to get off. As if Krysti couldn’t hear this woman, I told her I had to go because I was in trouble. Krysti refused to let me get off the phone. Not until I made a monster noise.
I spent nearly 5 minutes hiding in my room, whispering over the phone that my mom was reeeeeally pissed and I couldn’t do that, only to have her cut me off and demand a monster noise!
By this point, my mother was livid, I was trying to hold back my laughs sooo hard that i was tearing up, and everyone in Krysti’s household was laughing loudly and anticipating what would happen next.
I let out a dinosaur-like peeping sound hoping to make my friend happy, but not to agitate my mom anymore by hearing me not take her seriously.
“NO! CHLOE, MAKE A MONSTER NOISE AT HER! NOOOWW!”
So I did! I made some piercingly loud, utterly ridiculous sound to counteract my mothers babble and cursing in the next room….then my mom dropped a dish, came over, and everything kind of went black.
I don’t think there was a time that I hung out with Krysti and didn’t return home to getting my ass kicked. A consequence that was always worth the adventure.
To this day, Krysti breaks up an unfortunate scenario by making a monster noise or playing dead.
Her personality has remained as animated as it was when we met, roughly 13 years ago. Its so difficult to meet people who are able to hold such a bright and carefree outlook on life, while still remaining intelligent and level headed.
She heads home today and I’m not NOT slightly bummed.
When I moved in to my apartment, I was told that the building across the street was abandoned. With this knowledge, I procrastinated putting up shades for a few months and frolicked around my room as naked as a flower child, knee deep in acid, at Woodstock. This was fine and dandy up until the day I looked out my window to see several workers peaking their heads out of cracked windows of the NOT SO abandoned building.
Next day, I had my curtins hung but they weren’t long enough to cover all my window space. So I punched some holes in my MRI’s, attached them to each other with fishing wire, and hung them from the ceiling.
Now those dirty ole’ worker have no choice but to see me for my brains and not my tits.
I was recently introduced to this chatroulette nonsense. I tried it out last night. I guess it would work better if I had a brain filter and a kind heart.
The other day during breakfast with my vegan friends Justin and Meghan, I found out that most Bloody Marys are NOT in fact vegan. How unfortunate! Blame the horseradish.
It was during this meal that Justin had told me about his plan to take a photo of Meghan every single day of the year. His ambition to meet up with her everyday for 365 days straight has been the only thing that has kept me feeling inspired recently. So today I’m stirring up a project for personal use and not just for work purpose.
The other day, as the snow melted, and I took the dog for her usual walk around the block, she did that thing that everyone is guilty of. She leaped right into a huge murkey puddle that she had mistaken for solid ground.
My room mate seems to think that one of our neighbors is some sort of homosexual practical joker. The facts:
Fact 1: Every time he goes down the hall and does his laundry, he comes back with a pair of man panties that, he claims, are defiantly not his.
Fact 2: well….there is none. Fact 1 should be hard evidence enough though, right?!
Pretty sure that he has about had it with these jokes, I slapped a face onto Tommy Hillfigers crotch zone, stuffed him up, made him squeak, put him in stiches, and sent him into the hallway for the dog to tear to shreads.
Charlie and I can now attest to how sturdy a good pair of under-roos are, after turning them into a new chew toy.
I’ve been slacking on my 365 photo project, but instead of cheating and backdating different photo entries, I’m just going to roll them all into this entry about things I love, recently.
Adding eyelashes to everything: (81/365) Models in in magazines, coffee stains on my white desk, ducks I’ve sewn. Everything is more fun with lashes.
Birthday parties for places. Not people. (82/365)
Music! (83/365) I’ve been listening to a lot of Television Personalties and Gogol Bordello while I work and clean. Keeps me awake, makes me smile, and furthers my boner for Eugene Hutz.
Eugene Hutz: The above featured photo truly is like Magic Eye for vaginas. We both wear torn socks on our arms, stem from Eastern Europe, and drink wine from the bottle. I think thats a good base for marriage, no?
Cartoons and comics: I’ve watched nearly every episode of Flapjack and read all of the Winsor McCay in my house since its been raining outside.
The Kitchen: I love my office. Its got stacks of hard drives, good speakers, all of my pens and scissors in neat little tins, and a huge window in place of a wall. I could sit there all day but now that its snowing, its been slightly too chilly to be so close to an 8 ft tall window for more than an hour. So I’ve grabbed the laptop and relocated to the kitchen! I like it here, too. I’m within arms reach to fresh coffee and the cookie jar.
Handmade jewelry: (84/365) Bee stopped by the other day and bedazzled a pair of harmonica earrings she made me for Christmas. It inspired me to make some earrings of my own! So I went through my bone collection and made a simple pair out of buffalo teeth. I love them!
This snow: (85/365) This morning, still too tired to get my layers on, I took the dog out in the anti outfit: A slip, cotton hoodie, and Doc Martins. I was fully aware of the huge chunks of snow falling from the sky and the fact that I was about to catch a cold. But when I got outside and it was actually pretty nice out. I wasn’t freezing and it wasn’t cold enough for the snow to stick. I pranced around the snow and stepped in puddles for a while before coming back up and making some tea. Now, I’m just enjoying the view from the other side.
other things I’m enjoying:
Emails of personalized poems from friends.
Getting Netflix and handwritten letters in the mail, on the same day.
The thought of going to Los Angeles for a visit, soon.
My tumblr. WordPress, take note on layouts for idiots.
She heads home today and I’m not NOT slightly bummed.
I was recently introduced to this 
The other day during breakfast with my vegan friends Justin and Meghan, I found out that most Bloody Marys are NOT in fact vegan. How unfortunate! Blame the horseradish.
My friend came back from Los Angeles, last night, with TWO POUNDS of 
Adding eyelashes to everything: 
Birthday parties for places. Not people.
Music! 
Eugene Hutz: The above featured photo truly is like Magic Eye for vaginas. We both wear torn socks on our arms, stem from Eastern Europe, and 
The Kitchen: I love my office. Its got stacks of hard drives, good speakers, all of my pens and scissors in neat little tins, and a huge window in place of a wall. I could sit there all day but now that its snowing, its been slightly too chilly to be so close to an 8 ft tall window for more than an hour. So I’ve grabbed the laptop and relocated to the kitchen! I like it here, too. I’m within arms reach to fresh coffee and the cookie jar.
This snow: 
