ridiculous...

perfectly describes this past weekend.





you missed:

-heterosexual (maybe) men dancing homosexually
-T-Rex and his itty bitty arms
-wanting to leave Mias because "that band sucks"
-Dirtfoot
-a male acquaintance in a denim jacket. I'm sorry, who wears those anymore?
-wanting to play James Brown on the juke box but getting trumped by the guy who payed money to play the Cure
-splinter from a chair at the lamest bar ever. I might have a disease.
-cutting my own eyelashes while trying to trim my fake ones
-movie crew party with, wait, was that, yes, jello shots. no thanks for wanting to re-live freshamn year in college.
-hopes of a Michael Cera sighting
-Central Station drag show
-strobe light dancing (see above)
-being in hell, aka, the Phoenix Underground

Lord have mercy.

old people

I love 'em.

I have an affinity towards the elderly community, and no matter how crotchety and senile, they are adorable.



my grandfather was one of the greatest

I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings...

oh! what marvelous things.

You know, some days you're just not feelin' it. And today, I'm not feelin' it. New carpet in the upstairs office space equals my surroundings being invaded with a smell of a dentist office and leaves me dizzy and irritable.

At least I have a week to look forward to my Valentines date, which will look alot like this:


Yea, so we play pseudo-lesbians sometimes, so what? Just because Chris is away on almost every important day of the year doesn't mean it's wrong to share the company of another woman, does it?

Plus, she dances with me to FOB more than Chris ever would. and if you're cool you know what FOB means.

thnks fr th mmrs.