some town in cali

untitled (car & guard rail)

untitled (moon & streetlight)

o war

i got lost in my car
when the song came on
i was lookin for twin donuts
but i only found one

my shoulders where swayin
just like the breeze
and jazz o jazz
the world was at ease

the only thing was
i thought he was singing meadow
but sure enough
the world is a ghetto



_____________________





logan riff

this plane may bring me
but it can't carry my heart
shit's too heavy
i'm going a la carte

whhaaaaatttt

fresh

freshh

new new

look look look

ps:

the subtext of someday is not a missed period. trust. i just wanted to make that clear. to you, or me. whoever, ya know.

i crushed the crab

i had in my beach bag

no legs left

just a head

(if it had one)

and the claws

as well

they were not lost

but crossly still

i discovered the news

i got those

ephemeral treasure

long daytime blues

winder

untitled (plates)

three hundred and thirteen dollars

for my mother and grandmother

for my sister

for elyse

for erin

for ashley

for julia

for dylan

for shannon

for sara-grace

for sarah b

o what the hell...

for erika too

toiletporn

.

fickle fickle

4/7/09

Dear Typewriter,

I’ve fallen in love with another.

See you on the flip side.

Yours truly,

Joanna

4/14/09

Dear Typewriter,

I was hasty in leaving you. It’s just that you were dragging ass and I needed something faster.

I took your simplicity for granted. And overlooked your understated charm.

I should have never left you.

Will you take me back?

Lost without you,

Joanna

cococontrol

i had to lock the chocolates out of the house. the problem remains that i know where they are. i jumped for joy like a fat kid getting a case of chocolates when jay ray gave me a case of chocolates. it was the best moment of my life. seven boxes, each filled with individually wrapped pieces of you know what. i gave a box to Gramma, brought one to my parents and sister, brought one to work, gave one to Auntie Barbara. they were all around me. i ate them. one by one, eight at a time, mechanically going back to the ever full box. haselnuss. vollmilch. nugat. knusperkeks. i even ate the ones i didn't like. four pounds and six pimples later i'm driving around at midnight trying to figure out who i else can give these chocolates to. i need the out of my life! they're ruining my life! it all seemed so perfect at the time. what could go wrong with 588 chocolates?

click it.

i dare you

cambridge

bike & bike rack

dear habitués

i must acknowledge / confess / apologize for my affinity for the "aged photo" filter in adobe lightroom. i bring photos in with the intention of doing only legal photographic adjustments (lighten/darken, contrast, switch to B&W (brian said that was ok)) but then aLL THE TIME i apply that filter. doubly, this tarnishes my image. i have told myself it is ok. will you tell me too? selling out is a slippery slope. i hope to regain my footing soon.

this is a good song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVURkMTDr3E

you are a good person.

oh crud...and those borders too.

cross walk

harvard

feather

bike bird bridge