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.

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.

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

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.