Polyester causes hives and low self esteem.

I have a plethora of Kate Moss shirts. People just keep giving them to me. But hey, I'm not complaining, just making an observation.






I wanna be just like 'em when I grow up.

Why should you get perks?

Alex Box. I hold so much respect for her and her craft. scratch that, artistry. oh and she runs Illmasqua.

i'll kill you yet.

The plane ride most indeed made me sick. I don't want to go to bed because I'll scared about waking up in a worse condition. Hectic tomorrow, I need to be preforming at optimal efficiency.
Happy Birthday Judy Jetson! I love your fur coat. (yep I am not apart of PETA, sorry.)
Met Denis Rodman, he thinks I'm great. He told me. He has great taste, I say this because he liked my full length leopard dress. we had a very Parisian farewell, two kisses on the cheek. hugs and goodbye's while you get on separate airplanes to different parts of the country. If he was someone I cared about, it seems like makings of a very emotional parting... good thing I have no emotions to trifle with.
January is looking promising, looking forward to, looking good.
I didn't dream for about a month. Strange how the calender lined up.

We rode on horses made of sticks.

Do you here that bass?
If you need the original for translation, you should watch this one with Nacy Sinatra. Her stage exit is increditable.

You ooze of desperation.

Wait, isn't that where woolf died?

If you are mad, then why not be a hatter?

I am currantly in a millinery class at school. Learning the lost art of hat making, namely, buckram and felt pulling. We can design any hat we please. Most everyone is doing a cloche of some sort or a pill box... I am trying a majorette hat. If i get to discouraged and or irate that my first attempt at a hat is unsatisafctory, I my drop down to a pill box. But I like a challenge

Image if you had a recreational substance abuse problem...

You'd be Bjork.
An ex-lover had all of Bjorks music videos on DVD. I think I loved him for it, wouldn't you?

We are the 'Venus Fixers'... in essence

This is it. The clawfoot tub of my dreams. I found it. It's just a picture but I'm happy. (This is Jenna Lyons bathroom, J crew Jenna. oh you dont get her emails? too bad.)

Thanks for asking

"In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness -weakness." -Thoreau

"I can tell you're not completely normal."

My professor said that to me, still not sure as to what prompted this statement.
This is my to do list.

- Buy cyan color silk, 2 yards (color could change)
- Bonsai tree
- Gold embellishments (trim, tassels, odds and ends)
- Space helmet
- lace
- Potting soil
- find a GOOD bakery with in 10 miles
- Clean my room (well enough to see 75% of the floor, I'm a realist)
- Hem some suits (I took a recess)
- Make 16 paper hats

This is shorthand. I am still in the process of mastering through the help of my GREGG text book, circa 1954

should we place some bets?

self portrait.

Can you feel that echo looming in the woods?

pause, pauseing, paused.

Jack of all trades, master of none. scratch that. master of all.













JASON LEE PERRY. i mean it.

Smoke signals lost in the fog

Hello,

I'm McKenna Taylor, let me introduse my self to you. I am essenically an only child, most of my fundemental growing and life learned lessons happened during age 4-7.... recesse... class resumed at age 17 but we're release on my 18th birthday over the Atlantic. I use my left and right frontal lobe to read, physiologically speaking this is incorrect. Most things I say I wont mean tomorrow, take nothing to litterally or in a serious nature. Not to say I'm a liar, I just change my mind a lot. I can't take pictures anymore, I wish it was different, there are rare and few people I will let take pictures of me. I bloom in fall, hibrnate in winter, spring makes me giddy, I'm never quite right in summer. Something to do with the heat and impairing cognative thinking. I lost touch with nature and am trying to rekindle what we once had. Reading is a past time, a passion, a pleasure. Most don't believe that, I like it that way. I want to do everything, thus I haven't done much, I can't decide what corse of direction I should go since I want to take them all. Time is mean. If you can think of 5 things you undoubtedly know about me, your in the top 2% of indaviuals I care about & shall be keeping you indefinatly. If not, I'm sorry, you're someone to past time with, nothing personal. I'm a delusional realist. I still like cartoons and assosiate with children as to join in the fun. I'm inside my head far to much, far to much. Talking to myself is normal, especailly in the car. It's nice hands free devices are now required to talk on the phone while driving, I barely get any "looks" anymore. If you ask a prying question or something of substance or importance, I will usually lie to you. My Achilles heel will remain a secret. I know the exact design of the home I want to own one day, I like porches and stairs. Dreams are more than real to me, somethign to be listened to, I'm trying not to read into them as much(it isn't working). I belive in astrology, not so much horoscopes. I don't like color because it talks for you, I want to talk for myself. I wont be spell checking or editing any of this, I did use the 'backspace' button a number of times. Making plans ahead of times isn't important. I rarely say "no" to anything, I'm glad. I want to be adored and worshiped but at the same time ignored.

you looked handsome then, to bad I wasn't there to see it

LA FYF fest came and gone. 60's dance night in long beach, thanks Frankie. Fall is here, it's needed, welcomed, please never leave me. someday's it would be nice to be wrong, just someday's. lost something, but not sure when it happened. flyers will be produced in efforts to locate. I stopped a long time ago, but hide it desecptively well.

I found your morse code.

"Having dedicated those hours to the life of the mind, I thereby earn the right to be stupid for the rest of the day." said by one of the greats of the 20th century, our boy and poet Paul Valery.

Love interest

More like Lust interest. But at this juncture in my life, that's all I'm particularly interested in. Not everyone can see eye to eye with me on this one, take Shanna for instance.

Shanna:
What is that?
McKenna:
Don't be rude, say 'who'? It's Marc.
Shanna:
I think you need to break up with Marc.
McKenna:
I couldn't do that! He makes me happy, even though he is hard to get a hold of.
Shanna:
He's using you I hope you know.
McKenna:
yeah.... and I'm ok with that. I'm using him. We have an understanding, he gives me what I want, and vic versa. Best type of relationship I can think of.

Conversation while opening a box I received in the mail. My Marc Jacob shirt had just arrived. It was an angry "I'm going to validate myself" purchase. Worked like a charm. wanna see?!