Friday, April 24, 2009


I'm currently sharing my studio with this massive wasp, which means that every few minutes I run from the room, arms flailing about my head. This move and the fact that I frequently catch myself speaking with an English accent (three of the seven residents here are British, a condition that is apparently contagious) make me pretty much the coolest person here, if you're into spastic Anglophiles who dress like bag ladies. Which apparently you are.


  1. Crazy moves... weird clothes.... fake British accent... You're turning into Madonna. (Which is ironic, given the location....)

  2. I just need to adopt a toddler from Africa and become a mystical Jew, both of which are looking like good ideas after a week in this godforsaken convent.