Your Guaranteed Invitation to the Lint Ball
All my ideas are balled up in my sweaty palm dangled before the cart. I keep on moving, pretending they'll be used in a future art project or story, until found wasting away in the corner like dust bunnies with carrot breath, consumed but ultimately useless.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.
1.05.2008
UNITS: Not the G type
Do y'all recall a fantastic clothing line called Units? I saw a picture of my sister and myself at Christmas '87 and we were busting loose in the 'contemporary knitwear', which included stretchy bands of fabric you could use as headbands, waistbands that looked really cool with the t-shirt flared out at the bottom, jumpers, dresses, stretchy knit stirrup pants, everything you could imagine made out of knit. Apparently they were made as an anecdote to the sweatpants casuals. I guess stretch pants with stirrups on them that were worn over or under the sock are just as comfortable as those sweats but much more Sexy Cool.
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