
just a little preview of what i'm working on this weekend. a pony project of epic proportions? lol.
also, glam xmas party tonite. wooo.
A diary of kickin' it and other cliche terms
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This picture reminds me of that show on nickelodeon, are you afraid of the dark? Except we're just at elbo room.
Back to kickin it. Literally. After my shoes got stolen i was gettin killed wearing flat shoes. But now i'm back. With some golder (gayer) shoes.
Hangin tough. Bought this at the flea market on melrose this weekend. Brand new! Set me back 2 bucks but it was worth it.
Discovered the taco truck this week. I ate there 4 times this week. Yea, i'm fat.
Last night I saw Deerhoof play at Celebrate Brooklyn and it was grrrrrreat! Better respect the game. Too bad I lost my voice and bruised my buttock.
After 10 different variations of the birthday song for Aaron (throughout SF) and too much tequila and whiskey, as far as I remember we could have tried to steal an old man’s tractor
yet others might say we threw up in people’s showers and tried to pee in their refrigerators but all I know is that I woke up next to the men of my daydreams, thank you SAN FRANCISCO!!!! I heart you.
To finish off Aaron’s birthday we decided that it was time for a little tequila and dance battles so we headed to Chinatown with a few hotties we picked up on the way.
After a few shots we saw some really fucked up shit… you have to have been there, I just can’t explain…
Well I guess I can kinda explain it with the following picture and by saying that I invented a new windmill-variation dance move I have coined “The Windy Rainbow”. One's motivation is to only use it when you are trying to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow…
The party we attended for the fourth was AMAZING. It was set on a warm night on the pier in what could have been an abandoned warehouse equipped with djs, kegs, and a rooftop view (which one needed to scale a series of ladders to get to) of 10 or so kids who must have robbed a fireworks stand because they brought them in truck loads, one being a U-Haul. To aide in imagination of the amazingness of the party we attended, I have included a detailed drawing.
To sum the fourth up, Pat got splinters from knee spins, Scott passed out in his car, Aaron threw down, and I threw up…. Enough said.