didn't leave nobody but the baby

miles and i made hot toddy-ish drinks for us to consume in our bathrobes and slippers because we are old women, but she decided to talk on the phone instead.

i have bug bites all over my ankles?

i also don't know how i'm going to afford studying abroad next semester.
i want to go to california
i want to start painting more
i have to start exercising
i want to stop having to make to-do lists
i miss new mexico
i miss poets

i also miss james brown.

side note: i understand that photoshop doesn't make you a good photographer
but it fucking helps
damn you digital nazis, damn you.