Monthly Archives: January 2014

I don’t think we can be friends again. For some reason poison is much more deadly when its given to you by your best friend. 

I eat so much sushi.

I had my first Curatorial Studies class today and I’m worried that the intensity from the over cynical girls in my class will rub off on me like burrs in a forest. One of them said they didn’t like National Geographic Magazine because it dumbs down history. Being an artist with a collection made only…