$136.49

That's what I sold these jeans for last night.
They are now enroute to L.A. to adorn the ass of some hip scenester.

But you saw 'em here first.

Tonight

I really like this one.

Funny How?

Hi. We're the Grave-y family and we're here to amuse you.

Because we're fuckin' clowns.

Ma Mere Ian

Girlfete Friday Night.
Good times with my new bestest friends.

Where credit is due:
To Lorelei for these wonderful photographs.

And to Barbara for her good humor and amplitude.

Thanks girls. Let's do it again soon.

Toadies

Stick two boys (any age will do) near a gorgeous backyard pond with a Tupperware container and this is what you get.

Six new mouths to catch ants for.

Eric

Best band t-shirt EVER.

In a Letter to Rntzen

An excerpt from an email I wrote dated 10/16/02:

here's the quote of the day from yesterday, as spoken
by Laura to her therapist:

'Christ, I analyze the FUCK out of shit!'

they don't call me Miss Articulation for nothing.

Afternoon

In God We Trust

L-O-L-A...

...Lola...La la la la Lo-la-uh...

Clean

My baby turns the tables (and the hose) on me.

Dirty

Well, since I seem to like showing my titties off in one way or another--here ya go. Proof positive that I've always been a dirty little girl.

Been sicker than sick since Sunday night (flu?) and haven't been able to tolerate being vertical for more than a few minutes at a time, so I'm resorting to pics I've already got on my computer with which to keep you entertained.

Also, my brother Mark (aka 'the Dude'--seen here on the right) goes in for back surgery this afternoon (under the knife at 3:30 central time). Any good thoughts you can send his way 'round about then would be appreciated.

Hot Legs

They run in the family.

Gimme Swelter

It just occurred to me...it's HOT out.

Fergal J. Wolverine

aka Groovy Handsome, Sr.

Fred

Fred teaches sculpture and drawing. I did a 4-hour pose for his class this morning.

Brave, Brave Sir Robin

Yesterday, I started reading 'The Da Vinci Code'. I'd never gotten around to it before now and wanted to read it before I saw the movie. I found a copy of the book lying around my parents' house and figured 'what the hell, I'm just lying here whacked on Vicodin anyway...why not?'

Well...when I finished it earlier this afternoon, I was still up for a little more reading. So I grabbed a book from my bookshelf called 'Secret Symbolism in Occult Art'--a book I've had forever but just haven't flipped through in a while.

One of the first pics I came upon was this one, first published in 1614:

Just having finished a book about the search for the Holy Grail, and then having subsequently opened a book about secret occult symbolism, I found it quite...um...disturbing? funny?...fitting at the very least to find that the central character in this illustration is none other than...

Eric Idle.

In drag, no less.

Vicodin is God

Sorry for the lack of updates. I spent the first part of the weekend helping my brother move into his new apartment in lovely Zion, Illinois (an ordeal which included the comical hoisting of a rather large and surprisingly heavy couch through a second-floor window--all because my Scorpio brother wouldn't accept the idea of an apartment with only ONE couch in it). And once that ordeal was over we immediately turned our attention to emptying out my parents' storage space (as long as we still had the truck) and dragging all the stuff back to Round Lake. By the time Sunday came 'round all I could think to do was lie on a couch under the influence of pain-relieving medication (yes, I DO have chronic low-back problems so the occasional use of prescription painkillers is officially sanctioned by the allopathic medical community 8^). and read myself a book. So that's what I did. Didn't have access to a functional scanner for photos either, so that made the idea of updating problematic, and the reality of vegging out all the more appealing. My apologies if you've been waiting for a new post to appear.

Anyhoots, I'm home for a few days now. Back on the posting track for a bit.

Naked

Just got home from work. First modeling gig of the summer. I never get to take home any of the drawings people do of me, so I figured I'd start taking photos of them instead.

Coin Slot

"Pretty on the Outside..."

"...sad on the inside." That's what my friend John P. used to call the kind of girls he fell for. Girls with a 'give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld, so I can sigh eternally' kind of sadness.

At the moment, I am one of those girls.

My son took this beautiful photograph earlier this afternoon.
I had no more tears left by then.
Only a pensive smile.

Peace Out, Mamalon

In the early morning hours of June 3, 2000 my dear sweet friend Greg passed away suddenly. He was 34 years old. I never got a chance to tell Greg how much I loved him and how profoundly changed I was because of his presence in my life.

I miss him desperately at times. He challenged me to be a better person, and loved me despite my shortcomings. He was kind and funny and flawed. Just like me. And he was hopeful and honest and patient and, above all else, forgiving.

I've tried to be these things to the people I love. I don't feel particularly successful with any of it lately, but I'm trying. I miss you, Mamalon. I wish I could see you just one more time and tell you how much I love you and how much you meant to me.

65

Today is Ishka Bibble's 65th birthday.

Happy Birthday Mimi!

For Nick

Nick thinks I'm good looking. But he thinks my mom is a BABE.
So...these are for you, Mr. O.