I'm tired of having possessions. If you want to burgle me, it's alright. Just leave Leah's things alone, okay?! My stuff, her stuff. Is it "our" stuff now? Hers, mine, ours -what a drag. It's just stuff. So try not to wake us up if you come while we're asleep. Thanks.
Also, sinnersbleeders is going into slow motion. I'm pulling up up up and away. I'll do something here once a month, or maybe once a year. I dunno. I'm gonna post the Outremont Manor video soon though (Not that anyone's holding their breath, but I apologize for the delay. I've had -and am having- trouble producing a digital transfer of my film that retains the integrity of the image. I didn't anticipate it taking so much time. What on film looks luminous looks washed-out on video. Grrrr). I'm an internet addict sometimes, and that's cool and good and fine -but I'd rather be addicted to collecting light bulbs. Or pomegranates. I can't believe I spelled that correctly. Pomegranates.
What's the longest word you used in the past week? Mine was probably pomegranates.
I love you all.