trois

As you can see on day three, I painted my toenails purple. Even, at 21, glancing at the bottle felt taboo.

I was never allowed to have purple nails. Or multi-colored nails, which I think may just be my next adventure in the realm of funkadelic body art. oh, I'm so badass. And with the that came the realization of holy shit I'm a real grown up and can wear the color nail polish I chose. Nail polish drew the dividing line of adult and child, in my eyes, apparently- and nearly four years after true adulthood set in.

During the growing up process, Lana and I were reminicising of childhood memories, hers making ice skating rinks in Russia, and mine gathering friends to play hockey and house. I realized, too, that I could never again create a childhood memory. All my memories from now-or rather, four years ago- are adult memories. And since the last almost four years have produced very few fond memories, I'm deciding that this year, in my picture a day project, you will see more than the outside of the gym and the inside of my house. So tuesday, I'll be at the zoo. Saturday I will be at NASA and October 4th I will be at a texans game.