LA BETE: Pardon…

LA BELLE: De quoi me demandez-vous pardon?

LA BETE: D’être “Bête”. Pardon.

After a month of only eating yummy, sodium laden, utterly processed, drugstore snacks, I must slowly return to real, boring edibles. So, on the left, greek yogurt with arugula and for desert ladies, ya take a goddamned fajita, ya slice a goddamned apple, ya slap the goddamned things together, BAM, apple sammich.

Saturday afternoon errands, is a cumbersome affair.

It seems I’ve always been excited by the simple things. “woooaaaahhh floweeerss wooah”

Spring morning.

Spent the day shopping for reclaimed wood in New Jersey. [shelves for studio]
Lunch at a highway diner. Look what I shoved in my face:

and then it got just as good, if not better:

Unconditionally influenced by Abigail’s Party and distracted by things too shiny to resist, there is something about this vintage Sarah Coventry faux “Wild Honey” bracelet which will be round my wrist within a couple of days. Something very morbidly John Player Special about this.

[seller’s photo]

It’s being a very strange morning. Must forge ahead however, [into the shower] and go meet my agent for truffle french fries.

$13 plus tax for a quiche the fuck lorraine? I don’t think the fuck so, @lepainquotidien. Eggs is good tho, mm.

This airplane has the internets! Hay from the sky! Bored and about to get drunk.

i’m sitting on the floor of a dark, empty, echo-y, dirty room, eating stuffed vine leaves with my fingers out of a can. i wiped my mouf with the store receipt. #ghetto

The movers just left with my things. I feel like I’ve been butt raped by a rabid gang of inbred gorillas and left for dead. Only worse.

Also, it may be illegal but I’m taking (some of) my beloved lilac tree with me to NY.

It took a whole week to close up and purge and be #done with my huge ass apartment in Athens, now waiting for the movers. All my stuff will be on a NYC-bound ship for 3 weeks, bravely sailing across the scary atlantic seas. So romantic.

I had totally forgotten about her, hidden behind weeds in the veranda. I carved her 12 years ago and the sun did the rest. You’re coming with me, missy. [She’ll be getting a new weave in NYC. I’m thinking lilacs.]