so i walk out of my house the other day into the hopeful fall sun and i’m met with a letter from the IRS and then immediately accosted by a gang of 12 year olds. which is entirely too embarrassing to blog about. so i’ll talk to you about my phone.
a little while back my phone was subjected to an act of god. its has since been replaced with one of them microscopic chrome marvels that tie your shoes for you and translates text from french existentialist novels. ( Seriously, Sartre: learn the fucking language, ok?!) which is great, ’cause i average about 2 phone calls a week and this $70-a-month fashion accessory better pull its weight somehow. so for your viewing pleasure, i bring you: FUN WITH CAMERA PHONES: all grain and guts….like a haggis.

this is Jason’s olive trick. this is how we pass the time at work.

speaking of work: this is how i enjoy a meal. perched on a sticky milk crate, hunched over a case of white zin, getting up every 27 seconds to make sure that the cocky slime-ball at the bar doesn’t want to drop an another bill on a bottle of Moet. always checking to see if i’ve got bleu cheese on my chin or milk-crate-waffle-prints on my ass.

my cat’s biting my icon style. bela stands in the mirror taking myspace pics. you should see the one’s with eyeliner! oy vay.

let’s just get all the gratuitous cat pictures out of the way. this is rocky dynamo or as he’s better known around 24th st: “little stupid”

some interesting home depot graffiti.

elowsky being elowsky

more of the same, but i took this picture because the packaging design on generic products is just so fucking AWESOME sometimes!

Paper Mache Man has been spotted on the next street over! this is a crappy picture, but i was walking by and i didn’t want him to think i was stealing soul or anything and send his un-dead army of Thrifty Nickels and cornstarch to silence me. plus the added dread that just around any corner are roving bands of middle schoolers waiting to demoralize me and my fashion sense.

if i ever applied to secret-agent-ninja school, i’d submit this picture. this man, who had orange hair and dressed in a purple suit, hid no idea i captured his black and purple suede slip ons.
and what photo-cast would be complete without fifty pictures of myself?