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Another day, and I'm awake and I'm feeling okay! No bad brain so far! Made fudge and a stocking last night. Cookies & more stockings to go.

Kickstarter - Speaking to Las Vegas in the Language of Las Vegas: bit.ly/7gJDnZ via @addthis Get @laurennmccubbin there!

My cell is not working and I don't know when it will be next. If you need me, hell, I think you can only reach me through FB. f'ng hate this

I will not cry.

I don't even know why I'm even fucking bothering anymore today.

Yeah, I still want to throw up. Oh well.

Want to stab the crap out of something, but nothing is handy.

Going to have coffee instead, distribute mail, & think about what project I want to do for just my fucking self, since I'm my audience.

"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?"

Yep. Today just got worse.

Fuck you, Tuesday. Fuck you with a sharp pointy stick.

I'm available for portrait work, if you're looking to sit and I do family portraiture as well. #hiretogs #losangeles

I have a Pumpkin kitty in my lap. And on that note, I shall get ready to go to bed. Good night, all!

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it's a mystery

Me on my wedding day, originally uploaded by quennessa.

Since a lot of people have recently asked to see pictures of me in my wedding dress (from back in the day), here's one! It's fairly low res at large size, my apologies, but here it is.

My father took all the photos at the wedding. It was his wedding gift to us (among too many to count) and that smile there? I'm smiling at him.

He would be gone not even two months after taking this photo.

I'm going to finish the wedding scrapbook. I've been working on it for the last month or so.

The gown is Chinese silk and taffeta. The train was about ten feet long with a knife pleated hem and the entire dress, beading, veil and sewing took me over a year to complete.

I can still remember what it felt like, holding his arm, the wool of his tuxedo over his arm though my white gloves, the incredible heavy weight of the dress, the way I felt. My heart can hardly still contain how it felt.

When my father walked me down the aisle and we walked over the cobblestones of the courtyard, when the taffeta rustled on the stones, he said, "It sounds like water falling."

It's a memory I hold close to my heart and will forever.