I know the photo quality blows, but here's that poster I made with my very own graphic designer:
7.23.2008
I'm a long time feeling
7.14.2008
Wolf Like Me
This isn't the photographer--the photographer is long gone. To put the story lightly, he was just so selfish, and could really drag his claws out on me if he was in the mood. I'm mad at myself for getting wrapped up in him for so long. I cut it off, once and for all. So here is the actor, my best-friend-since-March-turned-boyfriend. Being with him is such a turnaround from the photographer, I feel so happy and full all the time. Declawing isn't even necessary.
7.08.2008
You've got a face with a view
I don't really know anymore. I've made so many plans this year, some were bound to collapse. Or at least morph. I've switched so many things around: semesters, jobs, boyfriends, projects, pet names for my iPod.
Tomorrow I'm meeting with a graphic designer to create my vision for the new Outlet poster, which I want to look the way "Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell," by the Flaming Lips sounds.
Did everyone have a good Fourth? I hope so.
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