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so it’s official. todd’s buying a house and we’re moving in less than a month. i’ve never been any good at packing. i get distracted by all the little drawers and boxes that i haven’t looked through in what seems like forever. last night it was my big cardboard box of old pictures that did me in.
me, my mom, my sister
shows were life
guess who at barristers
livejournal friends
wanna be punk
photobooth friends forever
first trip ever to fayetteville
With yesterday all to myself and the beaming success of this week’s auctions, I was inspired to go off in search of more money making goodies. I spent almost an hour mapquesting different little towns around Fayetteville, only to leave the pages sitting right there in the printer tray. That was fine, I was exploring anyways. I tore through Berryville (home to my favorite store in the entire world), ventured over to Eureka Springs, and then had one last stop in good ole Green Forest.
On the drive home I pulled over at what looked like a yard sale. There was nothing around except a dilapidated trailer home, a couple of red barns (one with “Hill Billy Traders” painted on the side), and a heap of clothes hanging all around. I was the only person there till Hill Billy himself walked out of his doorless & broken window home. With no shirt on, his belly hanging over his cut off jean shorts, and a cigerette dangling from his lips, he insisted on showing me around his so called store. That was the point when I was sure that I would die. Little me, in the middle of no where Arkansas, with a guy that looked like he had murdered at least 3 people in his lifetime. It was too awkward to just run, so I browsed around for a few minutes. Hell, I ended up finding a really precious dress & yet another unicorn shirt. Three dollars later, I hurried to my car while constantly looking over my shoulder.
I did it. I survived the road trip by my lonesome, made it home with bags of vintage clothes & cowboy boots, and didn’t even get lost along the way.
“i love it when you can buy the bathroom mirror”
i could die and go to heaven if i had a chance to work on craig brewer’s next film being shot in memphis – christina ricci & justin timberlake? fuck. i think that’s one of the very few things i miss here in fayetteville. memphis always had some random movie being filmed or some not-so-obscure indie rock band recording in town. maybe it’s the E true hollywood story lover in me, but making lattes for isaac brock & sitting at a thanksgiving dinner table in july with joaquin phoenix is damn exciting.
Too much Summer Beer, even for the 4th of July. Can’t seem to stop sleeping & when I’m awake I can’t seem to stop reading. The next door neighbors are building a big teepee in their front yard. I think we’ll be moving soon.
The short little bit to Memphis went lovely. I didn’t take as many photos as I usually do, but here are a few.
My second Sparks ever. Unfortunately we aren’t graced by their grand cough syrup flavor over here in Arkansas.
Me & Devin, my road trip partner also known as Aretha Franklin..
Beth & me just went crazy in IKES.
A pair of rad pants I for some reason passed up at a thrift store.
Last but certainly not least, precious baby Cole…
