Foggy morning in Michelle's bedroom

I guess I'm the kind of house guest who (when left alone) writes secret notes, hides pictures around, and tries on hats.

I found this randomly when looking for a surreal image to leave as Michelle's desktop:

Mysterious collection of old defaced photos



I am going to breakfast with Orion. I think I drunkenly convinced him last night to buy a house with Mykle and I in SF *after the next big earthquake sends real estate prices plummeting* Hooray.




Do you listen in on conversations if someone mistakenly pocket-dials you? I heard a brief book recommendation from Pete Bernhard to an unknown girl in Vermont this morning. Pete recommends "A Call to Conscience: The Landmark Speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr."


Hehe.