i don’t know why i drew this …

actually, that’s not entirely true.

in fact, it’s not even a little bit true. i know precisely why i drew this.

it came by way of my aghast reaction to the following question from my dear tufts – d.c. era friend ginny (fka the queen of sin, or just simply ‘queen’ to her adoring subjects), who earlier today sent me the following inquiry, one which hit me like a cannonball to the solar plexus, an impact still reverberating within my ribcage.

she emailed:

"…have you been likened to a Jonas brother yet? Certain views of Nick Jonas remind me of a young David Bois."

to which i say: no. it’s never come up. and we shall never speak of this again.

crazy kite

i’m totally enamored of this shot that daryn took a few days ago. a breezy afternoon out at the dog park, we came across an impressive array of kites, but this blue meany-esque customer was the standout.