Polabeard
Doug, sunlit and lovely, looks like the love child of Bret McKenzie and Mike Albo here. So gay and gorge. Lots of beards going on. I like beards, it turns out. This was the first Polaroid I took while on vacation recently in upstate New York.
I'm on a bit of a Polaroid kick for the first time since I was ten and took pictures of my cat wearing a mitten on her head and sitting next to my stuffed animals. It sucks that the film is so g.d. expensive; like, $12.99 for 10 pictures if you buy it in a regular store. Otherwise you have to do the eBay, and I haven't had much luck on there lately. Did I ever tell you about the time I sold something on eBay to a buyer whose last name was Bigger and whose first name was Anita? There's no story there. I mean, that's it, the name is the story.
Anyway, what I'm saying is, if you want to send me packs of Polaroid Spectra 600 film, you totally can. It doesn't even have to be a birthday present (September 15th). You can just have it be, like, a whatever present and then get me something else for my birthday (September 15th). I'm fine with that. You can bring the whatever present (film) and the birthday present(s) to Lolita on the Lower East Side on Saturday night. That is where I will be having a cocktail or two. You're invited to come. Especially because you're bringing presents.
In other news, it's Rosh time. Happy Jewish New Year! I'm only half Heeb, but I can still say it. In fact, I think by law I have to.
