bono is interviewing george clooney on being one of the most influential people in the world. it's one of the cutest things ever, i want them to them run away together, curing the impossible as they disappear in the darfur sunset.




Pictures of Then from minneapolis is playing in denton to((morrow))night. i hope they still think i'm cool. but i'm driving to austin the next am, so no wasted-face... unless they're buying.




and now for an incomplete list of things i have done in my absence:

went to vegas. i did not find a husband, but i did find a lion in my hotel.



looked mostly cute at all times... sort of.



met a cabbie named luca on the way back from the voodoo lounge in the rio. ((gorgeous)). infamously quoted:

luca said:

i'm sick of people hopping in my cab, calling me pedro like they know me. you don't fucking know me. my name's not even pedro; i'm luka. this ain't my cab. i stole this shit!

luca said:

since it's your birthday, baby, next time i'll let you ASK if you can smoke a cigarette BEFORE you get in my cab! twenty-four, you say? that's the age you lose your gag reflex!

luca said:

here's my number, you need some extra dick for these ladies tonight, you give me a call.



((le sigh... oh, luca.))

mahi mahi.





bellagio watershow. every hour, on the hour. they can afford to use all of that water by only using flickering, rape-ready lights in their parking lot.



we made it rain in the streets with all of the naked ladies we collected. this may have also been how we lost our hotel room key...



mAx and i hit a post-vegas depression. i think it was the waking up sober part.



one of my potential husbands: vegas street musician. got his number. didn't remember his name.





i was thinking of some great zingers when i photographed these in the vegas airport, but don't remember any of them. also, we should have stayed at the hotel with the wizard instead of the lion.



we made the airport wall, huzzah!





thought i had an emergency.



became a problem solver.




saw music, some good.


d


finished the semester. 3.66. how hard can YOU rock it?
initiated motions to buy the biggest dog possible.



i made this unappealing pork and mushroom blend into an amazing pasta bruschetta creation that my memory didn't allow me to photograph. i'm over it.


i learned that rutabagas and succotash are both real things. its level of "sufferin'" is debatable, however.




buena suerta, allan, en tus viajes!




y gracias para las bolsas!! me gustaria!