band tees on vacation.

cub country in guatemala 2005 (this picture rules the school):

H20 in guatemala:

converge in puerto rico (i know you can't tell, but trust me):

blood brothers in vermont (fuck this picture):

this is the remix, motherfucker.

the kopicko remix:
matt <3's ice cream

"i actually really like..."
actually?
yes, actually.

new jersey cookout. part one.

listen to this: the stranglers - peaches
(damn.)

blue skies:


everyone's a photographer:


gat:


big time happy fun:

i can't believe in the guns i can't believe in the view.

foreshadowing:

live wolf parade - sons and daughers of hungry ghosts
"i ain't quite the beauty."

this song fucking rules.

 

coco-no!

we went to puerto rico last year. it ruled. we camped on beaches.

we went to el yunque - the rainforest!

they had these drinks called COCO FRIO.
it came in a COCONUT!
i assumed that it would taste like a pina colada.
but, it turned out that it was warm coconut milk.
needless to say, i didn't enjoy it.

coco bowling.

please note: the puerto rican rainforest has
ample parking and car dealership flags.

el cancion del dia: jay-z - i just wanna love u

"i'm a hustler baby- i just want you to know,
it's ain't where i been, but where i'm about to go.
AND I JUST WANNA LOVE U"

yup!

the chia collection.

FRIDAYS now mean that a piece of
the chia collection
will be posted.

this week's is the very first one:

and here's some cut chemist - storm feat. edan and mr. lif

blake.

blake lives under my desk,
he's a gift from matt - my coworker
(who found him while reading teen cosmo):

right behind my strawberry cereal bars.

blake's favorite book is the dictionary.

yesterday when the phone guy came to hook me up,
i forgot that blake was there.
now i think i may be the office perv.
actually, i think i already was.

and here's a song for you, because i kinda like you:

boy meets girl - waiting for a star to fall

it's awful, but awesome. like me.
"trying to catch you heart is like trying to catch a star."
sometimes i think about singing this song to blake.

what's up with my heart when it skips a beat?

i am in love with this song. it went from kinda liking it, to full blown love:
the coral - dreaming of you

right click, open link in new tab/ window or whatever, listen and read.

sunday night l & i attended the national. it was kickass.
doveman, though, was not kickass.
it was morissey, but worse. gah.
and we conveniently missed baby dayliner.

we were tripping balls, apparently, during the show:

here's a song by the national - lit up.
"Cuz you're the low life of the party, bad blood
Bad blood for everybody
I'm in control and I believe "

break to monday night-
soccer at 138th and riverside.
we lost.
it was windy and sunny and pretty out:

then i flew downtown to meet k & nj to see
gnarls barkley and spank rock:

k and nj:

k and me:

gnarls:

and that's that.

i'm as cool as a rollergirl.

so, at soccer i pretend i'm too cool for shinpads, when in reality -

i am too lazy to dig them out of the closet.

so this is what happens, on both legs (please ignore my hideous pants):

then later in the week, i try to be cool in front of the brooklyn museum (fyi, the wegman exhibit is kickass) by trying to jump a curb. i FAIL and fall, in front of 8 million people (or maybe 10?)

please note: there is a fuckin ramp, maybe 3 feet from the curb

needless to say, my legs have seen better days.

this bulldog is sad for my embarassment:

"big fat vag."

hiya. here's the story of a tame saturday night.
(please note c has told me that "this is not one of my better posts." as if any of them are better.)

it got started by me making fish faces.

then i had an obscene frozen treat.

i then asked myself "where's the party at?",
luckily i found this sign. apparently i could go either direction.

we met up with l & x.
after a glass fernet branca. we decided to go hang out at the deli.
and check out the produce.

l was totally humping this lady, but my camera finger is slow.

we then moved on to FANNY, which in england means "big fat vag" according to x.
the food was rather vag-ilicous.

while waiting for our table, batman joined us.
his mom had to move the batmobile.

he also declared that he had been spiderman earlier that day.
check out this little dude's pose, badass:

intense makeout session:

salt and pepper (ever heard of it?):

this morning we woke up to a dead crow on the adjacent roof. this is apropro to nothing. just kinda gross:

val kilmer was here.

and he's a shitty graffiti artist.

and this dude's all like "hey girlie, take my picture." "yeah, whatever."
consider yourself blogged polish man.

el trabajo.

this is the flatiron building.

i work on the 20th floor. this is the elevator. it's super slow.

soccer in central park.

no game last night, so we met up in sheep's meadow to get our soccer on. it went from our team "soccer's for punishment" to a mini- world cup. we had japanese, hungarian, british, turkish, and undisclosed.

it was great:sheep's meadow before the soccer attack.bikes were strewn about.

people in yellow shirts were totally bringing it.

there were people in jeans.

there were attempts at slugging.

and our fearless leader yelled from the sideline.