tonight we went to my parents' house for dinner. sorted through some more childhood memorabilia, which is probably the most surreal experience of my life. i found my "corner," which was my version of a security blanket--i just carried around the torn-off edge of the blanket and rubbed it against my thumb all day (i have a scar). it's really the patterns/prints/textures of things that gets me. amazing the complexity of the reaction they elicit. here are two things i colored in probably in kindergarten or so:
and here is a picture of me re-posing as a zombie in front of my friend's painting where i initially posed as a zombie maybe 5 years ago:
i'm assuming it's not too self-involved to post pictures of myself. but that would also assume that it's not too self-involved to continue the emo log what, six months later?