what the hell is amber's email address?!

i wanted to send her an invite to post in this too but i couldn't because i don't know which one to use and i hate sending it to like 3 different email addresses. actually, mostly i just hate when people send things to me in like 3 different email addresses. its dumb. i don't read any but one. anyway, michael landlord is standing at the top of my stairs outside my door right now changing the batteries to the smoke detector and i was trying not to laugh out loud at your posts because i don't want him to know i'm here and try to talk to me.

today i went with jen to the best ever coffee place called Pillow that we love that also has food (which is probably why we love it) and we were real business-like artists and put together to send away a bunch of copies of a little book we made together. we sent them to artists and people we like and publishers. we also wrote on funny pieces of paper in colored pens and cut out flowers from a piece of fabric and i made origami helmets that look like this:
it's called art, mercedes.

also, at Pillow there is this thing called the garden bagel which is pesto and cream cheese and lettuce and tomato and onion and this sweet sweet balsamic vinegar and i SWEAR if you ate it you would almost die of happiness its so good. i mean really. its SO good.