Lonely Poo. Poo is Lonely. Loans for Poo.

O, Husby. You so crazy, I wanna have your baby.

Well, huz, I hope your travels are treating you well. I am left here with no one but me to talk to, you know huz, I mean, conversate with. I have found that I am not very interesting and I eat too much. Trying to keep my hopes up, huz but I'm feeling like I'm really gonna start to get on my nerves, without a husby with which to express my goofy tendencies. I already spilled chili on my newly cleaned white shirt. See Exhibit A:

You know what my meaning is, huz?

 If you don't, you have my very own permission to refer to Exhibit B:

O Huz, I chime again, I care for you very a lot. Poo. 

Oh Huz.

 Yesterday's entry was so goofy, I thought I'd discuss more serious matters. This blog is called lonely poo, and you know why? Because poo is all alone. Today I had to give myself a Hi'm Lick maneuver, you know huz? The kind you get from different varieties of canned soups? Meaning motions, you know?

 U'fortately, Poo did not know what to do in such a situation. Nor did she seem to care. She even did so much as to offer me an empty glass of water as I admistered to myself. See Exhibit C (a continuation of the exhibits we shared together yesterday)

 Exhibit C

As you can see huz, I is not taking much good care of me in my time of ailment. Note my impatient gaze. I ezboze we must move on from our adversities and make it through these next few days together, alone.

How I miss you huz. Speak to you soon. 

Our house, huzbone, meaning yours and my house, stinks. You know what it stinks like huz? Old soy. And thus I was forced to do the dishes, but as you can see I was not very happy, nor was I excited to do so. I tried to tell myself to get over it, but I just wouldnt listen. Refer to Exhibit D, if you please and thank you, bone.

 Exhibit D

So my complaint is that I was being very difficult to deal with. All fun and games if you know what my meaning is. Anyway, I suggest when you return you have a talk with poo about it and set her on the straight and narrow path. That is, goofy.

Also, I once again, care for you very much. 

Lonely poo. You know huzbone. I'm glad you got to have man time shooting guns. And also, I am glad you have not been shot by your peers. I've been pretty busy at home, walking around, exploring the cracks in the cieling, testing chairs, testing the floor for various activities such as sitting, standing and also, lyin, but not the decieving kind. Kitty's been driving me crazy. You know, just recently, he came and put his stink but on the crotch of my pants and made a stink on my privates? Unheard of, also because it was smelly an not loud. I would just like you to observe my various house tests in the below exhibit, oterwise known as E.

 Exhibit E

As you can see by my various expressions, I have concluded that our home is very likable and nice. Also, husby, crazy.

 'Tis as colorful much as I feel, huz, with you gone.

 Poo.

Huz, I hope you know I made this thing here for the purposes of interaction. It's understandable, Poo never specified her personal specifications. And I am certain husby you'll relay those brief ones to my ear, but if you have a moment to type a couple words, I'd greatly appreciate. Anyway, I've been pretty busy today making a website, that at one time was very nice, but now I find that it is very buggy. So, commentary, huz, please, as nicely in tones I may sweetly ask. Quick, thoughtless clues that you've come upon me and my twins. Intentions, indended. Until then, Poo's on strike.

Satisfaction is the name of the font various people have purchased for me to make my future projects. Also, it's the general feeling I get from having had my comment needs fulfilled. I like the sound of your voice huz, but there ain't nothing like a typed surprise. But do you want to know about surprises, Huz? I got a doozy for you. Out I went on my various adventures, thinkin' I could leave lazy Poo to her very notions, and look what I get. A few moments after this picture was took, she proceeded to blame this atrocious house condition upon that black kitty you see beside me, but I knew better, specially after I noted that her clothes were all strewn about. Please, Huz, refer to the following Exhiibit F, F for Following that is, and also for the Exhibit (which, as I previously mentioned, follows)...

Exhibit F 

 Don't worry, Huz. I cleaned it for the most part.

 I love and very much miss you. Wish me luck, please, I have an audition tomorrow for the Onion New Network (if I can find the damn paper I wrote it down on) and also, I am on Vicadin because I felt the lady bellows blowing, but hush, Huz, twas a false alarm.

Yes, huz I suppose at this particular moment things are not up to snuff between you and me. And I didn't have any time to take pictures today. I was very happy that my old friend was coming and now she's not. I am also getting my period and I don't feel well. But I am very very proud of myself, because I made this:

It's hard to see here, so you may view it at www.npgraduates.com. 

 From 14 different images. It took me 20 hours of work. I had to build the entire bookcase on the right (it's kind of obvious right now, but it's not totally finished yet) from cutting and pasting bits and pieces around the room. I had to make skirts, jeans, hair, arms and perspectives and I did it. And I am very proud of myself. And it's what I am happy about right now.

 I still love you, of course huz. I always will. And even if things aren't happiest between us I will always be happy that I have you.

We may have our very own differences, Huz but the truth is I always feel good when I know we are a team. And when you say that to me Huz, that we are a team, I feel pretty good about anything you might say. And being that I'm lying here with lady pains and grumbles in my loins I have a notion to feel pretty grim. But I got you huz. And as you can see, from Exhibit G...

Exhibit G 

I got kitties. They know I'm hurtin' Huz, and they just sit as close to me as they can . It's really quite a sight which is why I am showing it to you now. So, I may not be coming to see you tomorrow, but I think I might use the money and buy myself a nice office chair. Well, save up for one, anyway.

 And also, Huz, I love you. I love you so much I can't handle it.

 (P.S. I actually was taking this photo with my twin personality, but I got kitties instead, and yes, Husby, I'm very pleased.)

Once again I find myself without time to assemble my assembly for you, Huz. I've really been working very hard, see?

 www.npgraduates.com

 I did good Huz, and I am very proud of myself.

 Love Poo.

Well, Husbone, I've recently come home from my various adventures, and found myself with a whole set up and no subject, when luckily, my old friend Pia called me and I was able to coerce her into bring her subject to our home. No small task, I must say, as she had just gotten off the train to her home in Ditmars, but she seemed to happily oblige and so she came right over.

 Sometimes I wish that I had a friend (a lady one, sorry huz) that would just ignore the things one tends to do, when ones mind is set on something. Laying down, going home, not going out because they didn't plan to go out. I just wish I had a friend who would throw the mundane to the wind and I would do the same. Because sometimes I just feel like hanging out, and sometimes it's a battle over who's going to who's home, and everyone wants everyone to go to their own respective, homes, husbone. But this was nice. No questions asked, no battle. How I longed for that today.

Anyway, one of the lights in my new lighting kit is broken. I hope that doesn't mean I have to bring the whole darn thing back. That would not be fun. There are no strange men swooping on our street, unfortunately. However, I have found that these two working lights, do a very nice job on various items as well:

 Exhibit H

Exhibit I

(I don't know if you can see it Huz, but i have acquired for myself quite a zit right in the center of my chin.) 

 And also Huz, I'd like to show you the set up, if'n you please, and also, husby, thank you...

 Exhibit J

I really like the picture of kitty, because everytime I tried to use any light on him, he'd close his eyes. But he kept them open just for my very own lighting kit.

Though I know you have become, as I am your wife I feel obligated to say it, but Husby please, savvy yourself against my gender and don't allow yourself to be in that situation anymore. I find it very upsetting.

I love you. Come home soon.

This is a picture of Poo looking at Kitties, while Poos' trying to experiment, being very mischevious and also, not very nice to me. Fun with lights Huz, that's the meaning of this home now.  I still await your comment, which I know is on it's way, until then Huz, I will continue planning my twin shots which I have found through experimentation with various new lights, will be much easier to execute.

 Some would say, Huz, that I am vain, for taking such and so many pictures of my self. But I hope if you meet them, you would defend my honor, because, Husby, I have no other subject with you gone but to subject my own self. Kitties certainly want to have nothing to do with me as I approach them with scary fixtures held high above my head and before my face.

I will now proceed to fix myself a late but well deserved meal, maybe I'll watch another  round of 24, or maybe even a new show. Now would be a good time, seeing as how I find that I am quite occupied over the next few days with many various tasks to pull me away from that new show. Also, to update you, the last episode of the Office was a little strange and almost disappointing until a few moments to the end, for reasons a lady would openly qualify. And 24 is just breaking all the rules and making up all these new characters we should have heard of already, but I think it's just at the point where've they've done everything and are reaching for new shock values. I keep my hopes up.

Well Husbone. It seems that I have been at a disadvantage taking such pictures of myself at night time and with my new lighting kit. You know why? Because I'm brown. And brown skin, apparently has different properties in the night than does freckly white irishman skin. My redheaded customer was very pale, and the evening and the flash did not suit him as it does me.  So we had to postpone our session to Saturday morning. Of which I know you will be home huz and I now apologize to you, because I will be taking pictures most of the day that day and unfortunately in our home. But Saturday afternoon when my various partons depart, it's just you and me until Monday morning, and I hope that suits you. I'd like to go to a nice dinner maybe at the waters edge (or blue smoke!!) if you please.

But I did take a wonderful picture of my friend Lisa today, which I will show you when you return if you will please oblige.

And Husby, please don't get your face bitten off. I like it very much, I would still love you the same if you didn't have a face, but I would prefer that you had one, and I think you would too. Your lips have been through hard times these past couple of weeks and you need wifey's (lips) to press upon yours and relieve you from this time in your very life where wifey was not the last person to kiss you, but another lady, and now a dog, and maybe now and old lady from the news, and they were all very mean to you and incosiderate to your personal wishes of not being eaten. I predict. I won't eat you Husby, unless you want me too. That's what wifey is for.

I shall return soon. Love you. 

Hey Huz.

This is here, Exhibit K. (because as you can see the previous picture was not an exhibit but just a plain old picture). Poo, loves Husbone. And she is waiting for him, in her various states.

Exhibit K

The other one of me had just washed the makeup on my face, and I got soap in my eye. I tought I would share that with you, my very own Husbone.

 Love Poo.

Sometimes, Husby, it's very hard to send a simple message. Until today.

As you can see, I am waiting for you.

 Sometimes I want acting really bad. It makes me feel sick. I feel really sick and I want to throw up every time I hear the telephone ring, everytime I hear the buzzer for my email, everytime I leave the room for a moment in which I could not hear my phone. It happens from time to time.  Every now and then an audition comes along, and well. You know. Its the kind of thing that makes days long and meals too heavy. It's indefinite churning, and sometimes I am not so lucky as to ever be relieved. It always feels like I'm being dumped. Why oh why do I chase this feeling? (that, huzbone, is called a rhetorical question, meaning, I already know the answer to it.)

 I hope that you feel better. But if you don't, I'll take care of you when you return, and I can finally wipe this look off my face.

Poo. 

And so I continue my lonely poo journey, quite unexpectedly, that is, Husbone. I long to see you, which will be soon and yet never soon enough. Unfortunately, also, I left my beloved tripod in our home together, and I cannot so easily take my own picture and those of my alter egos. However, I will share again, a picture with you I had already once shared earlier yesterday.

There are beautiful things around here, and they keep me optimistic about life. This is one of them, and I can't wait to show it to you when you return to me once again.  I shall continue my writings and photographings, Husbone, if you would be so kind as to continue to read and view them.

 I love you.

 Poo.

Today I went to the pet store and decided I want a bunny. Fortunately for all of us, they had none. But they did have lots of bunny books, about how you can let them roam free around the house and they are easy to littler train because they are clean animals like cats. So, in the spirit of me, I went home and decided to do some research on the subject. And then, I found, Herman.

Now THAT is the kind of bunny I want!!! 

Well, Bones, I was nearly about to do some serious self portraiture when my mother called and told me not to go anywhere so we can work on the Automed website together. Yikes!

Anyway, Husbone, may I just say to you that you are mightily handsome in the many pictures you've taken of your self, and I am very much looking forward to an otherwise miserable time apart from you when I can have those little snippets of you and still know what you look like on those days I'm not with you. And Husbone, you've lost a lot of weight. I know this may be in line with your various goals, but I would like to make it known that I like a Huz with a touch of meat on his bones. I like to bite it with my teeth and make nice affections towards it. Oh. Husbone. I and my nethers miss you terrible.

I think I'll reward you with some pictures along a private network. Soon. 

Now. I will admit, I am one to complain, but this just makes the future feel ominous. My mother, by the way was glowingly impressed with this sad display of stealing peoples money. I mean, I guess this is how they do it in the Old Country, but this just isn't what I'd call... professional. I guess. Is what I would otherwise call it. 

 My hands have been itching. I asked my mom for that medicine that I put on it some times, and she looks at me passionately and says, excitedly "You know what works BETTER?" ("oh god" - i whimper to myself) "BEESWAX!"

I felt today like I had a gas bubble stuck in my uteris and it was difficult, for a time, to drive. In the spirit of my life as it stands here in California, I took my camera with me on my outing, glad to have it, but as I was supposed to reshoot the advertisment as seen in a previous post, my mother, fortunately cancelled on me, and off I was to the foothills of mountains to capture something in high dynamic range. It's fun. I found these trees, Husbone.

I suppse you may not remember them. Well, I shall remind you. Once upon a January, when you came to my origins for the first time, I took you up to the top of Haven Boulevard, and we looked out upon the city in the evening time,  and we kissed. And we hugged.  And you made me feel some loinful pleasures.And then I think soemone parked behind us and we became nervous and left.  I remembered that time, which occured, my sweet person, across the road from these very vibrant trees. I don't think they remember, but I do. Poo.

Well, I can't say I am a master of design for which investors may want to throw their money at, but I have much improved the junk that my mother had given me. I would like to start you off, and also, probably, finish you off, with a picture I took today, that just screams, stock photo. Twas my aim, by the way.

Much improved, I think. It is an opinion that I hold, personally. I also am learning how to use flash. I don't think I'll know so much any time soon that I could be really creative with it, but it's a start. And I'm getting paid extra for the effort. So. That's it, huz. I hope you are sleeping sound. I kiss you on your sleeping cheek and sneak a smell behind your ears, which is a place I'd like to curl up into sometimes, and breathe deeply.

 The Oscars change me. I feel rejuvinated. Forest Whitaker said it better than anyone ever. And that, huzbone, is why I cry so hard.

 I love you very much, too. Poo.