they were taking pictures at the Fuck Yeah Fest this weekend.
not bad, if i do say so myself. maybe i CAN rock the short hair. and don’t b look h-o-t?
team robespierre was high energy, the death set are the best live show i’ve seen since puberty (and that’s a looong while), and matt and kim make you smile and laugh and dance
all night.
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this window sits open all day and all night, because i don’t want to lose this link.
i know somewhere i can put it, so that i will always have it
this past week has been like summer camp.
b. stopped working, and we spent every day biking down to crystal clear springwater, watching dogs chase each other and tennis balls and their own tails.
there was also actual camping, but the fire ants and the millions of stickers made that a little bit less like camp than actual life.
i’ve been writing too…but not here. on a site that gets about a million more hits than this one. and that expects i will write with a little more planning, forethought, and self-editing than i do here on this “personal” blog. for example:
the other day, in the bathroom, i zipped up my pants and my penis got caught.
ouch. that’s right. i pulled a “there’s something about mary.” i will be wantting to wear underwear forEVER now. now going commando any more. it felt like i needed to pee. but that it was going to hurt. and also, i didn’t actually need to pee.
it sucked, basically. seriously. seriously. SUCKED.
thought someone might find that amusing.
