you can't hate me any more than i hate myself

don't even get in my face with how indecisive i am.

i am in my own face and shoving q-tips deep into my ear canal (girls. shudder).

 

let's see if you can guess what i am talking about...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

have you figured it out yet?

 

white walls forever.

 

p.s. how awesome is the black trim in the 2 last images?

 

p.p.s that dog is not amused.

 

p.p.p.s choosing the right white might be the death of me.

i need it to be a vanilla meets marshmallow cloud, like picture #6.

 

i am aware of the rules of white...my living room can take any color.  it gets amazing light.

 

and we need a new sofa bc ours is a mess.

 

and i am leaning toward a mattress covered in linen with tufting.

 

like so..

 

and..

 

 

this idea is a good one bc it's practical (no guest room + oft snoring husband) and good looking.

 

 

help me.

 

 

new paintings in the shiznop.

 

hello. 
new paintings for your pleasure..(hopefully).

 

 

wait for it

 

pink abstract

 

 

kanji II

 

melting

 

pluie

 

 

mathletes

 

 

yellow cat

 

 

bluestar's prophecy

 

 

short ride in a fast machine

 

 

pick one up here. 

 

thanks everyone.

 

 

 

houzwives talk

why does everyone say "real houzwives".

instead of houSEwives.

 that shit bothers me.

do you notice it?

it's like they have to say it bc the soft 's' in housewives when said into a microphone in a recording studio will blow your eardrums out.

because (kyle) why else would they all (kyle) say 'previously on the real houZwives of beverly hills'...kyle!

 

let's figure some shit out...

 

first of all..

 

we'll always have paris and kim's not fucked up fucked upness.

it was hilarous when she was like, oh i thought this alcohol was actually my peach colored horse water pill. 

i mean, she was fucked up right?

we're not crazy here. right?

 

yolanda is the worst. but also seems like a nurturing person, for such a terrible person.

every time she calls david "my love" i hit myself in the face like rainman.

and guess what yolanda...you marry millionaires.  for their money.

you're not fooling anyone.

 

 

fun fact: 

i based my 'swedish official' character that i auditioned for the other day on yolanda. 

giving zero fucks about the fact that she's dutch, not swedish.

 

marisa and "maurice" (it's fucking mauricio. never forget) agree to sell richard zanuck's house for a "fair" 23 million. 

 

fun fact #2:

i actually auditioned for richard zanuck. 

he looked like a skeleton.

not like a skinny brandi skeleton but like a guy that has a total skeleton face.

which is probably why tim burton liked him so much.

also- i hate marisa. 

 

 

kyle opens a store where she can sell all of the brightly colored kaftans the world has to offer.

which is a lot.

 

let's talk about the store name for a second. 

kyle: by alene too.

 

first of all it makes no sense unless your name is alene.  or kyle. 

second of all it sounds like it should be for children.

third of all it's in a warehouse.

and fourth of all...glitter kaftans.

 

and last but not least..

the return of dana.

who drinks.

a lot.

and smokes capris.

 

discuss.

 

i will leave you with this glamorous picture of faye and her kyle by alene too dress..

 

 

 you're welcome.

 

 

 

p.s. come back tomorrow for i will be offering up some new paintings in my shop.

 

 

 

 

weekend = good

 

nice try, monday.

 

you thought you could bring me down but i am still flying high off of weekend fumes.

 

nothing extraordinarily special happened.

but nothing shitty did either.

 

for starters the weather was tremendous.

we went outside and opened doors and windows and shit.

we grilled.

 

and for enders no one was sick!

 

here is some proof in shitty imagery...

 

a new cabinet came to live with us and she is perfect..

that is a tv on top.

don't judge.

 

 

 

a commission is waiting on "more pink and orange".

i am not sure i want to add more pink and orange and might just leave it as is and paint something else for my client.

 

 

nature happened...

 

and cake happened..

 

vintage pudding cake.

 

 

some lonny happened..

 

and nearly killed me...

 

in the best way possible.

 

 

a little bit of painting happened..

 

a commission.

primordial

18 x24 paper

 

 

some decorating happened for a soon to be boy child..

 

 

 

 

 

having a hard time picking a favorite.

 

 

the only thing that sucked about the weekend was the time change.

why are we still doing this?

i felt a little bit like i was hurrying to do routine things like, take a shower.

 

but it does mean warmer days are not far off now papa smurf.