Yeah – THAT Girl

Hellooo, Everybody!

(Dr. Nick? Anyone? Anyone?)

Anyway, I am Sybil Law, guest posting for Karl and his Summer Of Love – a day late. He sent me an email weeks ago, gave me the date, and forever in my head, I had, “August 5th”. Turns out, it was supposed to be August 4th. So I came home from work to find a gentle email from him (much like you’d talk to a slow witted child), like, “Babe – you know you’re posting today, right?”, which we all know is slang for, “Stupidass! Where’s my post at, bitch?!” Whatever. He knows I am slow. I don’t really know where the 5th came from in my head – I even managed to ignore the followup email he sent, because I, in all my certainty, just thought I already KNEW what day I had, and I didn’t really read it. D’oh!

So again – sorry, Karl!!

Let’s move on, okay?

I was really, really nervous about posting. I mean,I think Karl’s a fine writer and I? Am not. I barely even get around to posting on my own blog, much less someone else’s! So I had this bright idea to just do a picture blog, and leave it all lame like that. I thought I’d take pictures in nature, of objects that spell out Karl’s name.

Have any of you ever tried to find a fucking “K” in nature? I mean, I could’ve bent a worm around or something, but that went against the whole principle of the matter. (And yes – I do have principles and morals, why do you ask?)

Ahem.

But then, Saturday night, I went to a party. At my friend’s house. My friend the photographer. Let me tell you, after a gazillion shots out of an ice sculpture owl (doesn’t everyone have ice sculptures at their parties?), and many beers and mixed drinks, I got this bright idea to have ME make these letters of Karl’s name! And for some reason, in my underwear! By the campfire! (Actually, I am not sure whose idea it was for the underwear, but regardless… here it is..)

(Yes, I am a freak. It’s why Karl loves me. And me, him.)

(Please note that those poses are supposed to be the letters of Karl’s name. But I am not sure what some of them are, actually.)

This is what we call “Special K”.

Clearly, this is an A. Right?!

That is an R. Shut up – it is.

Lumpy L.

* This work in no way reflects the incredible photography skillz of my friend, who really is the shizz. We were all very wasted. Clearly.)