I was so jazzed that I had three crisp one dollar bills waiting in my purse, I just instantly fed them to the machine. Before I got settled or anything. That first picture is me realizing that I haven't even taken my jacket off so I'm totally not ready to be taking pictures.
In shot 2 I'm trying to take off my jacket and maybe leaning in to make out with my reflection?
Shot 3 I realize I'm stuck in the jacket and I'm hella gonna make the best of it.
Not pictured is shot 4, where I fell out of frame trying to show you my Air Max 90s, and how they perfectly matched my t-shirt. So fitted.
But doing too much.
It's not enough to recover a little. I have to try the next thing and the next thing and the next.
Work like. Kicked my ass last week. I spent the night there twice, I worked one night until the sun was rising over the East Bay and everything was so pink and golden. I wanted to cry though. Because I knew that meant the next day was there and every thing that was on my list labeled "tomorrow" was now a "today" thing and mother fuck.
Like that.
There was this determination like I've never felt in my life aside from sewing. When I'm just committed to getting something done.
We all did that. Stayed until it was done. And there were hella 3 AM smoke breaks on deserted ass Townsend, takeout dinners, crazy conversations and seriously? I have never had so much red bull in my life. I never want to see it again. The thought of it makes my head ache.
And then the site went live and I went home and slept sleep like it was a thousand years coming. That ruled.
Now I'm almost back to normal. I started these pants tonight. They are stylish like I would wear to a nightclub and adventurous like I would wear for digging up dinosaur bones in Montana.
So tired rabbit. I survived on red bull and kindness last week. This week it's just kindness.
And you! How I've missed you so.
I got vaca coming up I'm finna really get creative. Ooh I can't wait.
Goodnight.
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