Why didn’t anybody warn me this place is for the birds?
Not quite as doomy as the original plan.
Life would be so much easier if I could just print screen my brain.
April means two things: my rent goes up, and the Cosmic Café reopens.
Behold: the rainforest’s native squirrel in its natural habitat.
I don’t usually drink soda, but when I do, I make it myself with the blood of a thousand virgin goats.
The Croissant Fairy is kind of the best thing happening in my life right now. It signals the end of the week, the beginning of the weekend being near and a tasty treat being consumed within the following minutes.
A little bit of this, and a whole lotta bit of that. Another volume of photos from my phone, nonsense chronology style.
I’m pretty sure I am going to die in this building.
The first thing Montag did his first night home was pee on my pillows and poop on my amp.
SUPER MEGA PHOTO DUMP. You know, to sum up the past couple of months in an easy cop-out sort of way.
Here be a few select shots from the banquet celebrating Tommy + Bamboo’s forever alliance.
Figured out how to do double exposures in camera. I’m not sure what I would use that feature for, but now it is knowledge I possess. Who knows, come the zombie apocalypse, there might be a need for the walking stiff to remember their old forms by. Imagine? Zombie portrait with old self face in […]
When Paris first brought up the idea of doing Tough Mudder, I kinda laughed at her face and said HELL NO. So how I found myself plastered in mud after traipsing through 10.5 miles of ridiculous hills and silly obstacles, bleeding at the face and drinking a beer at Vail Lake is still beyond me1. […]
I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Then again, I wore heels so I kinda was asking for it.
It’s been a while. Here’s another volume of random shots festering on my phone and various random places on the internet, and possibly stolen from other people, too.
Oh look, these are from 2 weeks ago. To make matters worse, I only remembered about these because of UFC 166 happening tomorrow. I’m a terrible excuse of a human meat bag.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I am probably the best date I will ever have. I’m cheap and don’t need much: I eat whatever’s available, pay for my own, and open doors myself. With that said, I can’t fix car problems, like when my radiator water reservoir thing blew up and broke […]
It’s my Ma’s birthday today. In an effort to get her something other than yarn or kurtis, I got her a tomato plant. Yes, I am gifting her something I can benefit from. I never said I was a good daughter.
Things have a way to catch up with you and re-arrange your current priorities in a major sort of way.