2015.12.27 Pom

Ending it all with a half-assed and slightly blurry photo of a fruit I don’t know how to eat.

Now what?

2015.12.15 Holiday photo booth pics

A photo of a photo totally counts, especially when you’ve captured that much freaking joy.

2015.12.07 Dallas Arboretum

Another picture from Dallas. I was hoping the Arboretum would keep me occupied last Monday while I was on my own in Dallas on my manfriend’s first day of work in his new city, but did you know an arboretum is just a grouping of trees? I walked around looking at plants for about an hour, walked through 4 cobwebs, killed 30 minutes in the gift shop, and then gave up.

I’ve been back in California for a week now and each day makes me feel farther and farther away from Jason. And not just physically. People weren’t made for long distance relationships. I wasn’t made for a long distance relationship. This sucks.

2015.11.26 - Gin and Juice

Where “gin and juice” literally means gin and juice (which I never knew tasted so freaking good) and “in tha hood” means in San Diego. At my brother’s home. In the neighborhood in which he lives.

It was a good Thanksgiving.


I kept telling myself when this project started (BACK IN JANUARY) that the pictures would get better.

But I forgot what a procrastinator I am.

Then, on top of waiting until the last possible moment, the boyfriend decided to move to Texas.

And then everything went to shit.

So, as I spend time with him during his last week in southern California (which BTW is FIFTEEN HUNDRED MILES AWAY FROM DALLAS), taking amazing photos (or any photos at all for that matter) is at the bottom of my to-do list.

Below watching a new Netflix show, eating peanut butter cups, and snuggling on the couch.

2015.11.15 - Brussel Sprouts

Of all shapes and sizes.

Also, I don’t know if I ever really thought about it, but I had no idea Brussels sprouts grew on a stalk. Weird.

Also, I thought it was “brussel sprouts” until I googled them. Brussels sprouts. Weird.

2015 11 08 Beer Bottle

If you look at it just right, it’s almost like staring into the sun. (Not really, but kinda.)

2015.11.01 Target

Fuck this photo project. And fuck these shitty photos. And fuck this waiting-til-the-last-minute thing because NO WONDER THEY SUCK. And fuck Mother Nature for not knowing what to do with herself. Bathing suits AND umbrellas? W. T. F.

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