fecal feet

Intestines are interesting. Maybe they should be called ‘intesterings’. I wish I could tunnel through them myself ala the only good episode of the Magic School Bus (how come the one in space was so LAME?!). But yeah (or maybe “BUTT yeah” is more appropriate), I think intestines are kewl and so are these socks.

consider purchasing a pair for me this V-day 2010.

-J.

survival of the fittest

baby panda vs baby koala

this is what Darwin was theorizing about, right?

-J.

you- tarzan. me- jane.

tats + rodarte sweaters.

yeah, that works.

-J.

i don’t keep house

therefore, this is by my standards, normal.

-J.

peanut butter and gelly

I love jello molds. They are beautiful. Defying gravity, these tasty, color-coordinated gels make me reminiscent for the past that I wasn’t even alive to enjoy. Completely kitsch, slightly disgusting (once you truly analyze the ingredients), jello molds are still, in the end, gorgeous gelatinous gems. When I die I don’t want to be buried. I don’t want to be cremated. I want to be preserved in a jello mold,  garnished with canned peach slices and whipped cream. And maybe some of those miniature pickles too. Yeah.

-J.