The Cast

editorgirl. The star of our show. Kind of. This is a show where I stand back and look and watch and then write about it. But what you read is what I get. Does that make sense? Probably not. I'm never going to write about the mole over my right eye. I will write about my hair. Let's see. What else is important? I'm excessively aware of things--most of the time. And because of that, I have to present them here or I'll go crazy. Maybe I'll go crazy anyway, but I'll have fun doing it.





This is LaLa (on her wedding day, if you missed the dress.) Jeremiah is somewhere behind her. LaLa is often the girl I want to be but never am. And then other times I just have to be grateful I'm me. She's my best friend, despite our opposing tastes in music.








I know it would make sense to comment on the "real" person in the picture, but that just leads to conversations about what reality and perceptions really are. Simply put, that's Mom/my mother. The other person isn't a person. It's a life-sized cardboard cut out of George W. Bush with a picture of my brother Sven's head pasted on. I know it's sick and wrong, but look at it this way--it meant we got to cut George's ears off.

This is the Jester. He's hot and he knows it. I'm converting him to scarves; in return, he's learning Death Cab for Cutie songs on his guitar.

This is Marzipan, or Marz for short. I gave her her nickname when she came home from the hospital. My mother hated the name immediately. Too bad. Ultimately, everything is about Marz.