i swear, y'all. i don't live in a particularly bad neighborhood. and i really do go out trying to find something beautiful to blip. but somehow i always just come home with

The Weird.

this shopping cart appears to have been set on fire.


i coined a new term today:
re-cess-ion-ista-esque-ish-ness

used in a sentence "she had kind of a recessionistaesqueishness about her"

having to do with bread line fashion. and i mean that all in a good way, if that could possibly make sense.