January 2010
catcher in the rye-- poem by ruth sheppard
thoughts but no poem i woke up singing this morning. i mean, i was happy and all. but last night, what i really felt like was jumping out of the window. all i could see were these phonies- i never left the house though. they were on TV, in books and stuff, acting out madman stuff in the goddamn movies. i swear sometimes i think i’m crazy, surrounded by these goddamn princes making out like...
i believe in holden caulfield.
and the book and what it was saying.
what it...
– chapter 27
shitload of pattern making homework, sewing and techs&specs catchup and easy peasy chanel inspired illustrations. if it was warmer i’d be shopping, alas i’ll be home tonight with my pattern blocks and legal sized paper