Flop?

Oh, I'm a flop? I'll buy every ticket myself if I have to and guess what? I can. I can walk to rehearsal in jeans and gold flats with bows if I please. In a fedora too, if I please. Tickets sales are fine, just fuckin' fine!

I'm a flop? Just look at you sitting here reading this. And I'm the flop?

BREAKING NEWS!!!

Sit down Perez, D-Listed, Just Jared (really, just?), Jezebels (all of you) Socialite's Life, Jossip, Pink is My New Asshole and an untold array of others...

It's official, I now work on Broadway, that's in NY, All My Sons, ok? Given this earth-shattering news, the following are likely:

I may wear pegged-leg or rolled and wrapped jeans with loafers or any number of flats from my HUGE shoe closet (my shoes *are* like my children).

I will carry my child, (oh yes, I can carry her) to the park, the piers, wherever I choose and she will, get ready, play. It's true.

Children get tired, grumpy, even pissy. I'm sure you're all familiar with moods like this, so-- no need to elaborate.

I will cut my hair as many times and in as many different styles as there are ice-cream flavors. My scalp, my 31 flavors, kapisch?

I will carry my exclusive Chole bag (not avail to you, yet) and wear my Oliver Peoples sunglasses whenever and wherever I choose, even rehearsal-- gasp!

Now, if this continues to warrant your falling down and pissing yourselves on a daily basis then I say, "Knock yourself out." Just know that this my life, not yours.

Jeans and a baby

Peg legged, Tom's (hi, they'd be clam bakers) and my child running our lives. Fools, all. You obsess, I do not. Don't have to. I've got a contract to fulfill right now and this my sons thing is only a piece of it.

We all go crazy now and then but DO NOT disrespect this place. Unless I get to see your child and what it bloody well wears every ten minutes, deal? As if.

What you don't understand...

but I do, hahahaha

Big Puffy Bunches

funny how clouds look just like big puffy bunches of cotton balls but big puffy bunches of cotton balls don't really look like clouds. hmm.
dreamy.
:P

Mm-hmm...

Welcome to the club, boys

Happy things

I can't explain why but when I think of salad, it feels so good. The options are infinite.

Out of/Within

Out of reach:
Time
Spontaneity
Freedom
The sky
Dad time
Control
Gossip
Lies
Not shoes
Ceramic painting Saturdays
The past
Sometimes the present?
Certain ideas
Privacy
Shakira
Innocence

Within:
Shoes
Hair, nails...
Lenses, clicking
The future!
Work
Travel
Family?
The clothes
Patience
Being tempered
Clarity
Vics

Doodles