Toxic

Putting the aphrodisiac potential of photo chemicals aside, I have an allergy to either one or all of the following: developer, stop bath, fixer, or water. Personally, I'm thinking it's the last one. Granted, the darkroom and film closet provide an ample amount of privacy (really, the alluring orange-mute glow of the safety light--how does one resist?), how am I supposed to get it on in there while all those noxious chemicals glisten menacingly in their respective white pans? Just 2-hours in the darkroom and--8 hours later (plus at least 4 handwashes)--my fingers still make me want to sneeze!

Oh lovely lethargy!

Currently reading about heterosexual world domination--but I suppose that's all anyone ever reads about anyway.



In other even less ground-breaking news, Celine Dion knows how to put on a show. Yes, I watched all 90 minutes of her DVD last night (with some rewindings and reviewings of course) and yes, I did in fact get chills. Every copyrighted Celine Dion leg-kick threw me into a French-Canadian frenzy. No, really. Tell everybody.

Peter and I went "real" shopping for the first time on Sunday--by "real" shopping, I mean the kind done in a mall setting.

$1800-5800 for a pair of golf shoes?
Extravagant? Ludicrous? Sinful?! Quite the understatements.

Tacky!

My neck has been adorned with the same leopard print scarf for the past...5 days now? Serendipitously obtained as a free gift-with-purchase at a "thrift store" on Melrose, complete with velcro closure, it looks wonderfully obnoxious coupled with that ridiculously Adrienne-appropriate necklace Kelly personalized for me while she was in Hong Kong. I wonder if this is indicative of whether or not I really have a future in fashion because I'm sure that more than a few of you find that combination more than a little trashy. Actually, I think 'repulsive' would be the more correct adjective.

La Donna E Mobile just came onto my iTunes, haha. How silly.

Predictably, tonight I'll resolve to look decent for once.
Tomorrow morning, it's all leopard print, all over my neck, all over again.

Lucky you!

Yet another blog for me to neglect.
I'm looking to fill this one with the banal events of my pretty ordinary life. At the ripe age of 21, my memory fails me almost on a daily basis. I seem to only recall things that no one else does; not exactly sure what that says about my brain processes, but at least a few less things go completely unarchived. Histories seem to fuel most revolutions--so I suppose that's why I'd like to keep my memory whole and intact.

Yeah, from here on out, prepare yourself for absolute, unadulterated nonsense.