Why am I so mother fucking itchy? Seriously. I'm itchy all over. Constantly. I can't stop scratching. It's bad. Plus my nails are getting to that point where they break off easily so I have no nails to scratch with. No, I haven't changed soap, lotion, detergent, or fabric softener.

I just finished watching Mysterious Skin. There's something about Gregg Araki movies that I find repellant and fascinating at the same time.

I got my Polaroid 250. hooray! IT is in a leather case, comes with flash, a working battery, and all documentation. Here's the problem--it smells so bad. Imagine old cheese that was stored in an ass which was in turn stored in a car in Louisiana in the summer. Bad. I'm going to have to get rid of the fancy case because hooboy, does it stink. But add this to the one my mommmy bought me at an estate sale, plus the one I got at the thrift store. Three polaroid cameras. Luckily they still sell film for all three of them. The Spectra takes the most beautiful photos. THe 600 has a zoom feature. the 250 will be used to do emulsion transfers. Pictures all over. Mostly Denny.