FEELIN A LITTLE WEETZIE

Last night, we chased the storm. We stood in the rain and ate catfish fingers and sweet potato fries, watching the lightning.

A cute boy let me borrow his Dr. Martens Air Wair book.

My cats are ill, and because I'm all about stigmata, I'm starting to feel it, too.

Yesterday I bought a silver leather jacket.

I have about 24 hours to find an Indian headdress.

but all I want to do is climb trees.

The little one was my cousins skating costume from 93. The bigger, more pimpin' one, my girlfriend and I "made" last summer. But it was eaten by kittens.
The hunt is on.