this goes backward from the order in which it really happened.

home.



seaweedsssss



man on surfboard with paddle.



pebble beach. resort/course.



pebble beach. this child and i were feeling the same way.



breakfast in bed.



david st.



from LAX to monterey.



on my way to LAX. there was a crying baby.



sisters




katy



mother



walter, esther, teapot-cup-steeper thing. pretty.



father (hugh hefner)

dallas

dear whomever,
quiet.

love,
leslie.

PS i don't remember when i've been this glad to be home. pictures soon.

dear lemon drops

you seem to have a very funny way of making me forget things.

in other news, i make beats with my teeth,

i take my shoes off in places i shouldn't,

i am psychic,

my room is an absolute demolition,

and i think we've all gone a little bit mad in the last month or so.

and the best thing about being a bartender is getting off work and sitting in my quiet little apartment for a minute and breathing.  no sounds.  just me.  it's dark.

three years

ago.


talk about happy.

oh hey miss es.
girl you pretty.

dear monday(s)

don't 

ever

leave

me

hermit girl day

reminds me that when i do decide to leave my house something outside might look like this.

clearly the coolest nephew in this world.  and others, for that matter.