in my continued personal performance art project called “lizzy’s lonely holiday traditions” i got out the pink fake christmas tree that marisa gave me when she moved to new york and decorated it with shrinky-dinks, buttons, keys, old clue pieces, plastic necklaces and key chains. it isn’t fully completed in the first two pictures.
i continue to be making a statement. i’m just not sure what it is.
also, me and my handiwork:
i had a dream last night that two passive boys were having a passive battle over me, passively. in the dream one of them was mad about the other and i said to him, “well, really, whoever calls me wins; when should we hang out?” and the dude said, “well, i can’t really make plans right now.”
this all took place at a campground.
i also had a dream the other night that i left my new smart phone in my coat pocket and my coat on a train in africa.
apparently, i am stressed out. i even went to yoga six days this week. but also had at least two long crying sessions. oh god. i hope my book launch isn’t a complete disaster.