i want fancy cheese

Having a full time job does crazy things to me.

Crazy things like buying $170 jeans (discounted a little, of course)

And wanting things ALL the time, when I need No things...Nothings!

Make money, spend money. Such a dumb concept.

My favorite material things were always those that I worked hard to find

they cost little, and were hidden among the other junk
in grungy and crowded thrift stores & flea markets.

Here, in the big city, they shops are just as dirty and overpopulated,
but prices are so high,
and awesome finds are fewer (maybe not such a bad thing)...
More hunters, less to gather, you know.

Here's how life was for a minute:

I started my new job.

There was an earthquake.

My bike got stolen.

There was a hurricane (note doggy in rain jacket).

I found some cool antique furniture at a good price.

Phil and I made a wall collage.

I didn't cut my hair (but I almost did).

I found some more cool shit at good prices.

I'm off to the store for some fancy cheese. Hope whatever you're wanting you're getting!