4.28 Day 85

You should see the things I do to you in my dreams...

New favorite at the MoMA...
William Kentridge


Speaking of putting the pen to paper, my friend Clay drew me today while we drank milkshakes in the park. Cute, considering no one's ever done that before.


And now it's back to painting furniture.

Lola

4.27 Day 84

Sometimes I feel like a million little pieces...











And crying never solves anything.

Lola

4.24 Day 83

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."

My New York...

Unlocked. Key is tossed. Now please move your foot out of my doorway.

Lola

4.19 Day 82

Cupcakes, gay bars, and church stories. And then there was you...

Clay Rodery

Movement 1

February 6

Oz, the great and terrible

The death of the witch of the east

Paid!

Lola

4.16 Day 81

Pixels by French director Patrick Jean...

I'll never look at the city the same again

Good girls bend at the knees. Bad girls bend at the waist...










All an argument is, is a competition to play a victim.

Lola

4.13 Day 80

I'm a hostage of Harlem...


I'm beginning to feel imprisoned for I don't even have funds to get the hell out of my hood. Can I get a, "fuck the government?" I want my money, bitches.

Lola

4.12 Day 79

"You are absolutely amazing. I want to see your bones."
















I miss planting things and watching them grow, the beach, sunsets and stars. My lovelies, Aura's cupcakes and hugs, Jaime's sweet and innocent demeanor to getting saucy pursing her lips to JT's 'Sexyback', Miro waking me up in the morning, Heidi's laugh. Yet, I can't imagine being anywhere else other than New York right now. But it keeps me sane and elated knowing that they miss me as well and I'll always have them.

Lola