davy jones

i am super boredddd. i can't believe this. i kinda wanna go home and play with our new bunny, davy jones. named after the monkee, not the pirate. actually the person who had him before named him davis. who names a bunny davis? so, we decided to call him davy jones instead. i usually hate bunnies. they're stinky and creepy. but then we took little davy jones out of his cage and he started hopping around, just like in cartoons, and now i think i love him. and then he ate a carrot out of my hand. omg davy jones rulez.

holiday was good, ate a lot, drank a lot, danced a lot. gonna go to pehrspace tonight to see holi buffaglo. hopefully i can finish getting some more street style photos so i can start my article. taking street style photos is like a job in and of itself. even when i'm half asleep i feel like i can't pass up any opportunity to go out and find stylish people to photograph. just the other night i went to 3 places in 1 night and it was exhausting bc i was sober for most of it. then when i started having fun i totally forgot about being out to take photos. plus it's weird bc i always feel like people think i'm checking them out, which i'm not, just their clothes. i've actually been pretty picky so i don't have as many as i'd hoped to have by now, but i think it's going to just be an ongoing project.

everything in my life is a distraction. i can't stop writing and making scarves and going on steakouts and just coming up with all these projects to do to keep myself busy. i'm like thisclose to maxing out my credit card from all of the activites i've taken on. i'm ridiculous. i can't wait to go home in 3 weeks.