Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
My parent's basement kicks all sorts of ass. If you ask me, the randomness of the contents is pure perfection. I invite everyone to check it out sometime. The disco ball pictured is from a neighbor's garage sale circa 1996, the Norman Rockwell book was my grandfather's, and that thing that looks like an urn does not actually hold human remains, but we can always pretend.