II.

you can buy another shirt with my pictures. i’m glad this was printed because i thought of my cousin when i drew it. i wanted to send it to her. here are a doll and a bag i am making for her, too:

pay attention to the mustachioed cat i drew on the bag. that mustachioed cat is a real cat and my current muse. she is now one of my important people/cats.

III.
what else happened recently?

i fell asleep at the opera, because i am a classy lady…
i became obsessed with the line, “i admonish my dung-lotus!” from midnight’s children and wished i were somebody’s dung-lotus…
i sat on two coat hangers; they broke…
my best friend made me watch breakfast at tiffany’s, and the only thing i enjoyed about it was the name “holly golightly”…
i got my revenge by making her watch carlito’s way, which is a brian de palma movie, and therefore shit. but it’s a different shit than breakfast at tiffany’s; it is the kind of shit that becomes fertilizer for thousand-petaled dreams in my dung-lotus soul. my favorite scene is when al pacino with his manly muttonchops tells his bitch:

chubby pink hearts exploded out of my eyeballs at this scene.
why? why do i love this scene? for many reasons!
and by “many” i mean “one.”
this one reason is that young al pacino plays my ideal man: a romantic prince with a tough guy exterior. so basically, my dream husband is like a tiny, gorgeous puppy stuck inside of a deadly cactus.

i made that picture, to show my dream husband. (and no, the bones serve no anatomical purpose… because the bones are puppy treats for the dog to eat or to bury for fun! ^_~)

so this is what i like to dream every morning as i eat cocoa puffs with soy milk out of my plastic gold tony montana goblet. if you find such a man, please send him to me. you can send him naked but packed safely in bubble wrap by usps priority mail (no insurance necessary). i will pay for all shipping and handling costs.