spiderwolves

2012-02-09T13:39:00.000-08:00

no more mama's boys. no more assuming the best. no more cages. no more tattoo groupies. no more relying on anyone. this is the year of fuck it. this is the year of accepting ourselves and others without pretense, delusion, or misguided expectations. self destruction in moderation and without regret. i feel like myself again. the highs are better and the lows are lower but i'm still finding middle ground and it's no longer stagnant like a reservoir full of mosquito eggs. it's more like an ocean now. ebb and flow, the moon is always pulling at me because she doesn't hold grudges.

self loathing is overrated but...

2012-01-05T11:51:00.000-08:00

i am a pretty terrible person. someone told me once, after touching a quartz crystal of mine, that i was twisted up inside and i don't want to change. and maybe it's true. i take comfort in pain. i turn the hearts of anyone close to me into ice. my psyche looms like a drought sometimes, turning the soil barren and picking every last shriveled leaf off the trees. i don't know what i'm looking for. i'm pretty sure if i found it, i'd just crush it in my hand and continue searching.

2012-01-04T14:59:00.000-08:00

whenever i hold a wine glass, i want to squeeze it until it shatters in my hand.

farther than everything

2012-01-04T14:25:00.000-08:00

cold flower heads are raining over my heart

black moon

2011-12-26T16:13:00.000-08:00

out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow.

2011-12-21T22:48:00.000-08:00

ok. ok. so. my fourth day without a cigarette has come to an end. it might seem lame, but to someone who smoked two packs a day on occasion, and always at least one...it's kind of a thing. i miss it, but i don't. i'm really more into werthers originals now. i think that means i'm old. i think that means i have to switch to rye bread. whatever. jenny and i are daring each other to do bikram yoga everyday for 30 days, starting friday. tomorrow morning we're going to the tannnnnning boooooth to get psyched. just because. it's nice to be warm. and to synthesize that vitamin d. winter is coming. i mean, actually....it's here. solstice right now. i'm gonna go ask my pendulum if everything is ok. ok.

never talking to you again

2011-12-18T00:36:00.000-08:00

2011-12-17T08:35:00.000-08:00

today we had a home visit from new life boxer rescue so we can hopefully adopt this guy. also, it snowed today. gross.

2011-12-01T22:41:00.000-08:00

was at karaoke at asylum this one night a few weeks ago and i saw people and wished i knew them. not in that sort of way where you think someone is intriguing and you want to know them way, but like, i wished i really knew them. like, in a way that would make you hate them. but still love them. like. i imagined that asylum was a middle school and we were all at a lock in. the walls looked like lockers. i don't know. i wish there was someone i'd known since birth. there's something special about that, you know, growing up with someone. even if you don't speak anymore, there's some weird understanding there. i've never felt that. i moved around too much. i never see someone and then say "oh man, this one time, when she was young....we like, made home videos of our first attempts at french kissing." or like "when we were younger, we used to sneak into peoples' houses when they were on vacation and smell all their perfumes" i know no one like that. i'm not a common thread in anyone's past. i'm just barely hanging in the present. i'm no one's constant.

this one time, when i still had Facebook...i found a girl i went to school with from 3rd to 6th grade. she begrudgingly came to a birthday party i had once. she only wanted to be friends when no one else was around and once told me we would play a game where she would be mean to me in front of other people and only be nice to me when we were alone. when she wrote, she had a problem forming sentences and words would always run together with out any spaces. itwaskindalikethisbutinhandwriting. her name was amanda mchenry. her mother was a nurse. she lived in a big house and had really thick dark brown hair. she always had the best pencils with the crazy erasers and trapper keepers and hostess cupcake for lunch. i added her as a friend and she sent me a message saying "do i know you? your name kinda rings a bell."

2011-11-30T15:01:00.000-08:00

make something seem like it's what you want for me, when it's really what you want for yourself. you don't even know you're doing it. i'm always in opposition with myself. one day everything is ok. the next day i want to erase myself. curse of the gemini i guess. i don't want other people to suffer in order to get ahead. i also don't want to be left behind. everyone eventually just ends up in the same category...in the trashcan of my mind.

2011-11-27T07:35:00.000-08:00

i had a dream last night. it doesn't matter though. you're like a ghost that's haunting these streets, but you're always a few steps ahead of me. and i know you're there, but i can't reach you. it's maybe more like i'm haunting you, but you can't sense my footsteps behind you. maybe our lines are no longer crossed, we're just stretched out to oblivion in two thin straight lines that never intersect again. maybe that means i'll always be looking at you from the other side of the street.

2011-11-10T21:04:00.000-08:00

full moon

2011-11-09T22:31:00.001-08:00

i went outside tonight and felt the air. everything was wet, but i don't think it had rained. i felt alone, but i saw strange things and i heard bugs crawling under leaves again. i read an aleister crowley poem, lit a candle, and went out. now i'm back, and i feel more empty than before i left. but, that's the point, isn't it?

eighteen white horses who will not ever come to me

2011-09-13T23:54:00.000-07:00

don't break me no more, love.
i'm already tame.

2011-09-13T23:50:00.001-07:00

"Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives. "
-sartre

2011-09-13T23:35:00.000-07:00

as i start to get older, i become more and more aware of the fact that i won't always be able to walk around in the clothes i wear now. i spent quite a bit of time considering how i want to look when i get older. stevie is the answer...not only to that question, but to most questions.

2011-08-16T23:30:00.000-07:00

nothing ever surprises me. i can always predict the outcome of everything, relationships and encounters. i could have written the story of my life from start to finish on the day i was born. i wish, just once, i could be blown away by how something turns out. i'm not saying that good things don't happen. i'm just saying that even good things are tarnished when you can see them coming. and the bad ones too. impervious, unconcerned, unimpressed, unresponsive, unstirred, untouched, indifferent.

2011-08-12T23:40:00.001-07:00

2011-08-05T23:03:00.000-07:00

timing is of importance above most all other things. i'm trying more and more to rely on its jurisdiction over all matters. whether the underlying current be divine or coincidence...makes no difference to me. nothing brings me more satisfaction than something just happening because i happened to do things in a certain order at a certain time with no real clues as to the result of my actions, premonitions notwithstanding. i'm trying to find a beauty in the organic and natural order of stuff. yea. i said "stuff".

2011-08-04T19:44:00.001-07:00

2011-08-03T02:04:00.000-07:00

I drew you pictures of my pain.
They were so pretty.
They were so vain.

a lot of people consider bivouac to be one of jawbreaker's worst albums. i think it's alright. and i've always loved this song. sure, they have better songs, but they have worse ones too. it's indulgent. like most jawbreaker songs.

2011-07-24T01:31:00.000-07:00

tonight i asked a girl i work with if i could photograph her in her underwear. she seemed confused and said "for what? ...like, art or something". and i said "yea, art....or something".

2011-07-22T20:02:00.001-07:00

an old bike in front of the barn near the house i used to live in. some old blacktop over the earth where i once saw a snake coiled, moving slowly and deliberately but with little effort. lying awake at night hoping to awake to the sound of feral puppies crying underneath the floorboards, their mother killed in some tragic accident. reaching, scared, needing and not knowing how to take. old houses breathe around you. my father once expressed the utmost disgust for people who try to install insulation in old houses. "they can't breathe anymore if you do that" he'd say. my parents' house has this room that's always been called "the no-no room" for as long as the house has been in our family (must be something like 100 years by now). I'm assuming it was once a formal dining room where no children were to be caught. at this point it's just filled with memories no one has time to organize. there's an old piano in there that doesn't fit out the door. i think my grandmother said they had to break a wall down to get it in there. i think i consider it the heart of the house, but i don't know anymore.

2011-07-13T21:12:00.001-07:00

2011-07-13T00:32:00.000-07:00

it makes me crazy to think of the people i've shared little parts of myself with. i want to take it all back. i want to gather up all those things i've given away and bury them in the woods with voodoo dolls. everything seems to be on someone else's terms. people make you do things and make it seem like it was your own idea. that's the skill of manipulation in practice. a person can only take so many derailments before she jumps off the train for good. pretending to be selfless is even more unappealing than being openly selfish; even animals know they have to take what they want.

internet harvestings.

2011-07-03T17:26:00.000-07:00

2011-06-30T21:36:00.000-07:00

"Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one."

2011-06-21T23:07:00.000-07:00

the saddest thing about the first day of summer is that it's the longest day of the year. which only means that everything is all downhill from here.

dawgs

2011-06-20T21:14:00.000-07:00

adam's friend dan recently adopted an italian greyhound named oliver, he's the grey one. he's very shy and egypt is the opposite. after an hour in this field, he had finally gained the courage to play with her and they were chasing each other around. then oliver ran off to pee. once he had finished watering the grass he took off running towards egypt, and she towards him. normally when something like that happens, it's like playing chicken, and one of the dogs always folds and darts out of the way of the other. this was not one of those times. these two hellions collided going about 20mph. it left them both stunned and reeling. their pride never really recovered. but. it was really entertaining.

2011-06-13T19:01:00.001-07:00

i really like this, in a totally non ironic way.

2011-06-13T18:58:00.000-07:00

harmony korine joint.

2011-06-13T18:56:00.001-07:00

yea. i listen to this sometimes.

2011-06-11T19:17:00.000-07:00

ok. but seriously. this is the best soap i have ever used. not just dr bronners, but specifically the tea tree oil. i was always a little weary of it because it smells like an oil painting. the scent doesn't stay on your skin though. the peppermint kind is ok...but it makes my skin all dry and feels weird when i wash my pika and my chu. tea tree oil is where it's at. it will change your life. and that's a fact.

2011-05-23T01:58:00.001-07:00

i fall asleep most easily when other people are still awake. i'm more at ease to close my eyes with loud people in the next (or same) room than in a dark silence. if i'm sharing a bed with someone, i'm always the last to fall asleep, and it's excruciating. the late hour of a darkened night with the knowledge of so many people i know and have known sleeping soundly brings no solace or peace to my mind, it haunts me like a dream i can't find.

i really wish i could find sleep that doesn't make me feel like i'm just wasting time that could be better spent. speaking of time, it takes so much of it to make a friend. the people i feel closest to are people i've lost and then found again in one way or another. it's like, you burn a bridge and then somehow find a way back across it...maybe it's been rebuilt or like, or maybe there's just enough of it left that you might be able to make it without falling, but you know, maybe you end up taking the long way (through the valley or some shit). sometimes you remember why you burned that stupid thing down in the first place, but other times you're glad to be back and it feels more real than the first time you were there. or maybe i'm just a sucker.

we wave sometimes to pretend that nothing is changing

2011-05-23T00:53:00.000-07:00

he's blowing kisses
she's making fists
he's sinking boats
it's sinking in
she knows that things are changing

2011-05-22T00:29:00.000-07:00

i never once heard you say "i need you", "i don't need you"

the part of this song that has always slayed me is the slight pause when he says "baby", and at one point he almost just says "babe..." but you can almost hear the implied "y" at the end. i mean, i guess i don't have to explain to anyone why a leonard cohen song is good, but whatever. he apparently wrote this about janis joplin...and how she gave him head.

unchained.

2011-05-22T00:19:00.000-07:00

L.L. Bean Signature

2011-05-17T13:44:00.000-07:00

adam, zach, and i went to L.L. Bean at 2am last night. The signature line is sooooo wearable right now. So, search your parents' basements for old camel packs, monogrammed bookbags, or last years' bean boots and trade them in for some fresh shit...you can always trade it back later! Or i guess you could just support L.L. Bean and give them cash. adam even made a purchase:

and i'm totally planning on going back to get this top:

friday nightssss

2011-05-16T19:38:00.001-07:00

2011-05-10T12:14:00.001-07:00

Adam, Zach, and I went to old orchard beach last night. It was windy. One of the pizza places was already open for the season and there were a few couples on the beach...ya know..."makin' it". sexy. Why oh why isn't it warm out yet? Shouldn't monsoon season be over by now? Why all the cold rainy rainz? Those are rhetorical, but feel free to answer them if you have some insight.

2011-05-01T22:51:00.000-07:00

about deactivating my facebook....

2011-04-17T21:43:00.001-07:00

it was (sadly) the most liberating thing i've done in quite some time. i still find myself navigating to facebook.com on autopilot...but i also find myself breathing a sigh of relief when i realize i don't need to linger or sign in. there's nothing waiting there. i no longer wonder what i'm missing out on, the truth is, i wouldn't have really been a part of it anyhow-just a bystander, a looker-onner, an observer of social musings and recollections. it's better this way and it cuts my obsessive time wasting in half. now, if i could just give up smoking...

2011-04-17T11:20:00.000-07:00

I'm selling some sweet items on ebay. click here to take a look. i'll be gradually adding stuff too, so bookmark it!

tattoos

2011-04-08T10:39:00.000-07:00

click images for sources

some tips for dudes-inspired by imboycrazy.com

2011-04-05T14:14:00.001-07:00

1. don't go up to a girl with tattoos and just say "what you got for ink?". if you're really going to be lame and use tattoos as a spring board into conversation-ask who did their tattoos. at least that question is answerable.

2. don't call a girl a bitch.

3. don't do things to embarrass her in public. this includes, but is not limited to....tripping, throwing things, putting salt in her lemonade when she's not looking, and basically anything that has ever been on jackass.

4. don't compliment her in a public place and then be distracted by a cuter girl walking by...and absolutely do not cat call at said latter girl. it makes you look like a redneck.

5. don't ever rev your vehicle's engine. there may or may not be a small demographic of women for whom this is a mating call... but i think they range in age from 42-45, have missing teeth, a pill addiction, multiple skin infections, and reside in south carolina.

6. if she's an artist, don't tell her you asked another female to teach you how to draw. it will make her feel like a failure.

i wish there was something i could quit

2011-03-27T21:20:00.001-07:00

"when you run out of coffee, do you give it up and start drinking water instead? no, you go out and beg and cheat and move mountains to get more coffee. i can give up that girl as easy as i can give up coffee. some things just can't be replaced. of course, you drink some water while you wait, to keep from drying up. but it's not the same"
-cometbus

2011-03-25T21:31:00.000-07:00

it's weird how i become haunted by some dreams i've had. i become completely wrapped up in being possessed by memories of my subconscious, materialized during sleepytime. hours later, days later, often even years later...i can recall the most vivid details-the most jarring feelings. winter makes it worse. by worse i guess i mean more prevalent. by worse i mean i can't get shit out of my head. by worse i mean i want to sleep until i'm dead and then sleep some more. real life often feels off-and for reasons i can't put my finger on. the air smells wrong. sunlight is hitting those bricks wrong. i'm worried the house i saw in my dream doesn't actually exist. i'm worried nothing will ever feel right.

2011-03-15T20:22:00.001-07:00

2011-01-06T17:37:00.000-08:00

"Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance."

2011-01-06T15:49:00.001-08:00

a long time ago in an apartment far far away.

2011-01-06T12:08:00.000-08:00

i can feel my self slipping deeper into winter everyday. i don't want to go out. i don't want to hang out. i don't want to drink. i don't even want to see anyone. it's not personal. i've just been drifting away in recent months. sorry i haven't called. but my phone hasn't been ringing either so i guess it's fair. i hate the intangible nature of the internet. i mean, if you write a nasty letter to someone and they receive it...they can always have it. if you post something on the internet it can be deleted and people can still talk about it but they can't see it and read it over and over. it almost makes it worse. but it makes shit easier to take back. it makes it easier to pretend we're something we're not or to become something we never were. i mean, whatever, that's the webbernet. it just bums a sister out.

2010-11-02T20:46:00.000-07:00

and since that last post was so long winded and boring and trite...here's some pictures i took at the beach:

necronomicon

2010-11-02T20:03:00.000-07:00

adam and i just got into an argument because i was looking through the necronomicon and made a joke about how we should try to conjure spirits for fun. he said it would be hypocritical of his beliefs to believe in demons and spirits when he doesn't believe in god. i do not subscribe to any religion either. i just thought it would be fun to conjure shit, for the same reason ouija boards are fun. i mean, we're talking about the same thing, right? i don't believe in ghosts. i don't believe in the "afterlife". i don't believe in god. and i don't believe in the devil. but i understand the root behind all of these beliefs. it all boils down to the same thing anyways. it's something that really only allows me to align myself near buddhism or taoism. but even western religions are just warped versions of the same shit. you have to empty yourself to be full. moderation. it becomes much like training a dog. some instincts should be stifled and controlled. you needn't just kill someone because you think of it. or fuck everyone you get an urge to. you mustn't be greedy. etc...

and yes, these are the things that separate us from animals. but many might strive for more than just being "not an animal".

however, we're living in a society that is in such opposition with any religion or belief system. capitalism thrives on greed. if you're republican, like my father, you believe that greed is necessary. it has become this way. nothing works without it. should you choose to try to live without it, you will be thwarted. we are taught to buy things and that makes us happy. after a while though, we have to buy something else to fill the emptiness that has grown. and so on. that stuff you want isn't really what "we" want which is why it never satisfies. the only happiness to be found is when we do not want. if you remove any desire from your life, you will be content to just be, right? that's where many western religions fail. they hint all around that stuff but they allow for some want. they allow room for the devil to creep in. they allow the gods to test them. ain't no god, buddy. and there ain't no devil. that's all just you in there.

the sooner an individual learns this, the sooner they will be free from fear...and the religions that operate on it.

recently

2010-10-11T15:09:00.001-07:00

jenna brought her chihuahua, arrow over to play with egypt. i'm pretty sure they're in love now. before we adopted her, she had puppies by a chihuahua...so he probably reminds her of her babies' daddy.

work has been more of a drag recently, but i've been drawing a lot more on my days off which makes me feel real accomplished or something.

now that it's getting cold out, i'm in the mood to start baking again. i like to make real fancy shit. i used to know a girl named holly and i made a lavender poundcake and some cupcakes for her birthday party a few years ago:

sometimes i see her on the street but she just kinda looks the other way so i've taken to doing the same. not really sure what happened there, and i probably don't even care. err...well, i guess i do a little because i'm sitting here writing about it now.

so, there's an antique shop that i believe is in raymond. maybe it's windham? i don't know, either way, it's on 302 right after a shopping plaza with a tony's foodland and a subway and some movie rental place and it looks like this:

it's really neat. there's lots of old cameras, records, weird old dresses and hats, and old keys there. it's nice because nothing is marked with a price and the lady basically just gives most of it away. it's the kind of place that's so unorganized and dusty that you have to spend two hours there before you get bored or start to sneeze uncontrollably. if any ladies out there wanna take a trip there with me sometime, i'd be thrilled and we could come back and i'd make you some of that tea that blooms in front of you. i'll pour yours if you'll pour mine.

2010-10-07T16:52:00.000-07:00

2010-10-03T21:01:00.000-07:00

2010-10-03T21:00:00.000-07:00

can be listened to on repeat.

2010-09-16T13:18:00.000-07:00

2010-09-14T19:42:00.000-07:00

oh, the things i would do to you...if you didn't cost $80.

2010-09-14T19:15:00.000-07:00

"when you have quieted your mind enough and transcended your ego enough you can hear how it really is. so: when you are with a candleflame, you are the candleflame and when you are with another being's mind, you are the other beings mind. there is a task to do, you are the task. the mindless quality of total involvement comes only when the ego is quiet and there is no attachment."

2010-09-14T19:02:00.001-07:00

2010-09-08T17:30:00.000-07:00

i'm feeling the urgent burning need to leave maine again. for a while. for. ever. iduncare. just get me out. i feel like maine's shitty girlfriend who wants to say "i don't love you anymore and i want to fuck other people" but instead i say "i need some space. for me. i just need some time". that way, i can leave and maine will still be waiting for me with fresh wounds and she'll be eager for me to heal them. or, should i choose to never return, maine can just eventually get a clue or else go on waiting for my call. that all just really depends on how co-dependent maine has become during my stay. maybe maine has some balls. maybe she'll reject me if i stay away to long. but. if past observation serves....

severin

2010-09-08T17:07:00.000-07:00

2010-09-02T07:57:00.000-07:00

my little sister came to visit from tennessee last week. i have a cat who i named "sister" because my sister used to pretend she was a cat and she would sleep curled up on her pillow and night and make me pet her and she would purr and purr. now she's a cowgirl. like, a real one. i'm pretty sure she fakes her southern accent. we grew up in the south, but after having moved to germany for four years and then to maine during fairly formative years...any traces of such accent faded away. she moved to tennessee a couple years ago and her accent is thick as molasses sometimes and thin as wax paper the next. we're sort of estranged. i only see her once a year. i miss her phone calls more often than i should. we were really close when we were young but something happened and we grew apart. i feel like we can't really relate to eachother anymore. i feel closer to my brothers because i feel like they know what makes me tick. she's kind of just this person that i love. like, she used to be a caterpillar and i was something of a caterpillar too and now she's a butterfly and i'm a moth and the past is so distant and we can't remember how we were the same but we can feel that we were. whatever. she helped me trim egypt's nails because i'm scared to make her bleed and hate me:

our momma puttered around and ironed things that no one ever wears or uses.

and babies took naps on couches

last summer

2010-09-01T20:01:00.000-07:00

was a summer of love. i feel like i've lost some people. i miss jenny.

i wish my job wasn't sapping my will to live this summer.

lobster festival

2010-09-01T19:57:00.000-07:00

in rockland, maine

we were there for less than fifteen minutes. i wanted to take lots of photographs, but the place was crawling with cone-eaters and toothless locals.

wow.

2010-08-28T13:31:00.000-07:00

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

just a few recent photographs

2010-08-24T17:41:00.000-07:00

two digital and two film, respectively, and just to be fair.

2010-08-12T16:53:00.000-07:00

i hate perfume

this guy makes the most amazing perfume oils ever. they come with names like "burning leaves"
and "in the library" and each one has a little back story to go with it. the story for the one above goes like this:
" This scent is a memory of my Grandfather, the sawmill that he owned and the stone house where he lived. It is blended with Sawdust, Fresh Cut Hay, Worn Leather Work Gloves, Pipe Tobacco and a healthy amount of Dirt. There is also a faint whiff of cotton overalls covered in Axel Grease..."

how perfect is that??? the correlation between scent and memory has always intrigued me. there's a crappy little grocery store in town called paul's food center and something in there always reminds me of my grandparents' house in north carolina. the scent causes a flood of memories of that house that i never think about until i walk into paul's. it's like little details come back to me. the color of the walls, the way the burgundy rugs in the bathroom feel on my feet, the sound of the porch swing squeakin' as my grandmother rocks back and forth, the hoe on the porch that she uses to chop off the heads of poisonous snakes that come too close...

deborah aschheim has done projects dealing with similar issues by trying to transfer her own memories of her aunts to other people. she fed people food and drinks and surrounded them with scents (such as the cigarettes they smoked) that reminded her of her aunts while reading memories to them and then does it all again after certain periods of time to see how much they remember by experiencing those things again. much of her art is memory related and she has a scientific way of going about her creation. click on her link if it sounds interesting to you, and totally go see her installations if you ever get a chance.

the flood

2010-08-12T16:27:00.001-07:00

a couple weeks ago, adam and i were visiting my parents' house in rockland. it was a super rainy night and the creek in front of their house was filling up and starting to flood the driveway and road to the point where cars had to slow down and go around. My brother went into the basement to see if the pump was working. it wasn't. water was flooding down a concrete slab on the east end of the house and creeping across the gigantic basement. the outlet next to the pump had shorted out so we ran an extension cord upstairs to get it working again. no more than 10 minutes later we went downstairs to make sure it was still pumping. noooope. it had escalated to this:
water started pouring in the windows and there was nothing we could do to stop it. the water turned black with oil from our furnace. we started trying to move important things up above everything else, pretty much by stacking less important stuff and putting the good stuff on top. in less than 20 minutes, shit looked even bleaker.
i don't know if you can see it, but there are multiple televisions floating in that mess. also, that's a basement with really high ceilings-so you're looking at 4+ feet of wa-wa. my dad came home and braved his way over to the pump to fix it and by morning, the water was gone. my hero. adam and i took advantage of the tension in the atmosphere and took photos of eachother.

2010-08-11T15:49:00.000-07:00

It constantly surprises me how a dog's temperament can be influenced by their breed. Egypt is an italian greyhound that we rescued in june. We had little to no knowledge of the breed when we decided to adopt her so we researched on the internet prior to her arrival (mostly on youtube, so what?). All their mannerisms and idiosyncrasies are so simlilar, and we found egypt to be no different. She is always either snuggling or running around like a little mingus, just like these igs: