“Andy: “Is this Maude’s Iced Coffee that got frozen?”
Me: “No, that’s bacon fat.”
I like how when you use the word uglily, suddenly there is a flower.
Dreamt I was secretly squatting in a big, modern loft, shared by a bunch of wealthy 20-somethings, including Sophia Chen and Sean Plott, after Sophia invited me over to have brunch with her and her friends. I could turn invisible if I adequately charged up my invisibility pack and could sleep on the nice, long modular cream couches in the living room. Events included trying to find a bathroom without a line, peeing myself as a result of failing to find a bathroom, joining Sean’s literal circle of Starcraft gaming (where I was handed a big wad of ‘Day9 bucks’ to spend at leisure in this gaming world) and finally, getting caught by him around dinnertime. I remember the shame of slowly, forlornly packing up my backpack as I was reluctantly booted from the loft. And I knew from seeing little picture frames around that Kelley would be moving in soon, as her boyfriend was a housemate. I was sad flavored with envy at the end.
I was freaking about the fact that Charles from sculpture class made it into artforum, but TIL that his daddy is established pattern painter Stephen Westfall. Of course? Of course.