i have a camera!!!



like you didn't see that one coming...



box5, baby.



the new focus.



kiddie porn high... triple ace.



i think owning one of those windshield reflectors makes me an official texan. gross.



the dirt and marigolds are coming in nice this year.



i like to start my non-time-constrainted days with rum fruit smoothies. the smoothie part is optional... but peach-oj-applesauce smoothies actually just taste like mango. pretty awesome. there will probably be a recipe with photos up later.



in the mood for a coldcut sandwich.



stole some of cx's lunchmeat...



... and threw out some of cx's lunchmeat. ew.




and opted for grilled cheese with pepperjack... recipe also soon to come.



karaoke.




stock.




most delicious thing in the world. recipe... soon.



and now for pictures of how awesome i am...

i got bodyslammed by newkidatog after monday's karaoke...



and fell on my knee carrying a 50lb tray at the og.



all kinds of awesome.

i like rock band.

and i like guitar hero.

but i'm not going to lie, with two of my roommates out of town the past couple weeks, my favorite part was not having to listen to fucking rock band music all fucking day!!

don't you kids have social lives? ever heard of a book? cross-stitch? any hobby that doesn't irritate the fucking shit out of me??!??

i just woke up from a nap to the news that bballamike is not playing at andy's tonight. with no legit reason to leave the house and drink, i'm left with nothing to motivate me other than this vexation.

i'm fixin'to slit throats.

in other news, newkidatog bodyslammed me onto the sidewalk outside boiler room last night.

also, i NEED NEED to see funny games.

((need))

welcome, visitor 5,001. i appreciate your business.

so this new kid at the og has a metal band looking for a singer... and homeboy happens to be a singer looking for a metal band...

last night was said metal band's drummer's birthday party, so kid from work thought it would be a great opportunity to meet homeboy and kind of get a feel for his level of interest and whatnot. whatever, i just wanted to drink.

homeboy couldn't make it. i still wanted to drink.

luckily, i left work in a great mood and actually felt alright about venturing to a party where i only knew one person and knowing that i would have to talk to strangers.

i showed up at the party. kid from work was wearing a polo shirt. fuck. i hate polo shirts. mostly, i hate the type of people that wear polo shirts. his collar was not popped, so i didn't want to be too judgemental. i let it slide. it was for the best.

i met some really interesting people and they dug my shit, which means they understood that i was waay cooler than everyone else there.

made some friends, whatever.

no. not whatever. i was happy about it.

several hours later, homeboy showed up... in a polo shirt. ((what the fuck, was he trying to blow my cover?)) but he also does not pop his collar, so i let it slide again. but it turns out he has known all these kids that i've been chatting up all night since grade two.

i just can't have my own thing when this kid is around!! he has to win everyone over with his cuteness and personality and polo shirts. whatever.

after kid from work's party, we went to yetanotherjx's after party where he continued to talk shit about my polo-wearing-homeboy in a wickedly upsetting attempt to get me in bed. although the late-night text of "nice boobs. i want them" almost won me over...

also, i kicked ass in drunken bones. i do believe i'm undefeated... but i drink a lot.

i did not wake up sober.