RETURN FROM THE DEAD

Well, now that anyone who ever glanced at this blog has removed me from their bookmarks over a year ago, I'm going to put up a goddam bunch of photos.

A ha. ha ha ha ah.

Update:
I live in San Francisco now
I finished my degree
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PART ONE: OOOOOLD PHOTOS, SoCal


The above was taken during a trip to the desert approximately a year ago, with Brian and friends Kate and Deanna, to see the famed "desert wildflowers" blooming because we are just crazy flower-spotting eco lovers like that. Except it was practically dark by the time we got there due to our joint procrastination efforts, and the flowers were kind of.... subtle. NEVER MIND. Actually, the above photo is mostly there as Volvo-porn. You all know I'm not a car person, but nonetheless I say dang. Nice station wagon


Wildflower/desert part 2. Yes we swigged beer the entire time, why do you ask.

Brian in Echo Park, reaching for his pocket protector. Oh man I actually miss LA.


PART TWO: NEWER PHOTOS, BAY AREA
We left San Diego at about 10 pm July 25th-ish with our cars ridiculously overloaded with crap, and a futon mattress strapped to the top of Brian's car, and then we had to pull over because the mattress was about to fall off, then I drank a red bull on the freeway and tried to call people with my wireless phone headset thing, and listened to the great mix tape Merve and Jeff gave us and I lost sometime later, then we pulled over and slept in a rest area, then we got to San Francisco and loaded all our crap into a storage space, then we drove to our friend's house.
THEN 9 months elapsed.

Now it is now. Now here are more recent photographs that Brian took and then scanned. I promise I'm not always in the forest and stuff, usually I'm at work or sitting in my cold apartment, or eating a taco.
But I haven't used my digital camera in months (due to both laziness and hatred of the digital era... oh! here I am on the internet how did that happen), except to document the mold in our shitty apartment for potential legal purposes and to take photos of when my eye swelled up one time because I wanted to have a record of what happened in case I died of eye-swellage before anyone found me. So that's why there are no workaday photographs here.
Does anyone say "workaday" anymore? Did anyone ever?

Anyway:

Hello, I'm Kelly. I am posing in the misty rain beside a red barnlike structure, staring into the mid-distance as trees rise up atmospherically in the background.

Hello, I'm Kelly. I'm picnicking on a bit of concrete on a craggy bluff, wearing a 1970s outfit and needing a haircut.

Hello, I'm Brian. I do not condone this false application of my narrative voice.
It looks like I'm in New Zealand but I'm not.

BEST BAR I HAVE EVER BEEN TO.

Apple Jacks. Apple Jacks. This is 45 min south of San Francisco and I was on a day trip with Brian and we took the back road and LOOK at this apparition, Apple Jacks emerged from the fog, bikers were out front gripping brewskis, a hippy bartender was inside looking like Sonny Bono in that film where he plays the girl's dad and he and his wife run a health food cafe and wear matching tshirts, I actually just looked up this film and apparently it doesn't exist, does anyone know what I'm talking about??
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Also at Apple Jacks there was a big cauldron/pot of bubbling something sitting on top of the iron fire place.
Neil Young lives 2 miles down the road.

OK that's it, fatigue has set in, and I am no longer able to control the fonts. Times new roman whyyyy