Annitsa (It's Ukrainian.)

My sleeping habits of late are the worst. I wake up at four AM to use the bathroom, and then I'm fucked. I'm up. I lie there, eyes closed, brain running a mile a minute with writing ideas and to-dos that span weeks. I always think that I should write them down, which rarely I do, and then run over them a million times just to be safe. When I finally fall back asleep after a couple hours I wake up relatively early still and can't remember a thing. Cool. This morning was

As a farewell to my (short-lived) blonde hair, I am sharing the very rad photos that Jenna Jones and I shot a few weeks ago. This series depicts a woman that goes a little mad over the course of one night. Enjoy.

My cat Louie is staring at me intensely while I write this on my couch. If I didn't know better it would feel like judgement, but coming from her I know it's love. Animals are amazing like that. She doesn't look at me and see that I didn't get to this post yesterday when I had scheduled to. She doesn't see that she's causing me terrible allergies as I sniff and try not to rub my eyes for fear of making things worse. She just sees me. And she knows that I'll take care of