115/365 a deer head from mother

115/365 a deer head from mother, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

my mother showed up today with the back of her car filled with twisty sticks and deer bones. she let me pick a skull to keep for my very own.

114/365 robot and tony

114/365 robot and tony, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

from tonight's portrait party!

113/365 what do you want from me?

113/365 what do you want from me?, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

i've got to stop trying to make everyone happy. everyone wants something different and it is tearing me apart.

on a rather superficial note, my accidental hair style is apparently quite popular. woo pink!

112/365 circus party

112/365 circus party, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

circus party at the carousel lounge! facepaint, palm reading, dancing bear, clowns and cupcakes!

111/365 a shallow grave

111/365 a shallow grave, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

she's buried in a shallow grave.

110/365 with special guest sarah!

110/365 with special guest sarah!, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

too much beer and sushi with jalepenos.

109/365 trees at night

109/365 trees at night, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

another saturday night and i ain't got no plans...
when my friend told me she didn't feel like going out tonight, i didn't even really try to make other plans. i checked the clock, grabbed some shoes and headed for the (slightly scary) neighborhood liquor store. passing over the bridge, silhouetted against the streetlight i ignored the men who live in the ditch. there's some sort of instinct in them, when they see a woman their eyes send a message to their brains and the chorus of wolf whistles and "ay dios mio!" starts up. it bothers me that the only time i can consider myself attractive i am also afraid, afraid that i've left my pepper spray at home, that no one knows where i am, that it might be awhile before anyone knows i am gone. i'm afraid but i buy my bottle and head for home, passing green lit trees along the way. some opportunities you can't pass by.
so tonight it's just me and the bottle of jack daniels and photoshop, catching up on editing.

108/365 treasure cabinet

108/365 treasure cabinet, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

ooh! what's that?

107/365 i find your lack of faith disturbing.

107/365 i find your lack of faith disturbing., originally uploaded by katie cowden.

i bought this dress for $1.25. (it needs a few alterations.) i plan on wearing it to the nebula awards. (sans mask and feather boa...)

106/365 they call me dr. worm

106/365 they call me dr. worm, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

guess where i was tonight? it wasn't the slam!

105/365 conjoined twins

105/365 conjoined twins, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

104/365 pint night

104/365 pint night, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

i blame pint night at the flying saucer for the lack of theme week participation.

103/365 me and mars

103/365 me and mars, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

a quick shot during a photoshoot with mars and micah this afternoon.

102/365 red shoes

102/365 red shoes, originally uploaded by katie cowden.

she wore red shoes by the newstand
as the rain splashed the nickle
spilled like chablis along the midway
theres a little bluejay
in a red dress, on a sad night

one straw in a rootbeer
a compact with a cracked mirror
and a bottle of evening in paris perfume
whats this sad tune

he told her to wait by the magazines
he had to take care of some business it seems
bring a raincoat
and a suitcase
and your dark eyes
and wear those red shoes

theres a dark huddle at the bus stop
unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Li'l cesar got caught
he has going down to second
he has cooled
changing stations on the chamber
to steal a diamond
from a jewelry store for his baby
he loved the way she looked
in those red shoes

she waited by the drugstore
cesaer had never been late before
and the dogs bayed the moon
and rattled their chains
and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle
was the burgler alarm
snitchin on cesaer

note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks
and the hounds splash down the nickle
full of soldiers
and santa claus is drunk in the ski room
and it's christmas eve
in a sad cafe
when the moon gets this way
ther's a little blue my
by the newstand
wearing red shoes

so meet me tonight by the drugstore
w're goin' out tonight
wear your red shoes

-tom waits