gill’z bday at watusi
86 photos made the flickr cut, now i have to wittle that down some more so this blog doesn’t make your computer crash (did anyone notice there are less posts on the main page now, is that helping?)
allison came over to watch ANTM and barely finish a teeny glass of red wine.
then wario came over to watch girl stories with us. (that tallboy is actually a super duper tallboy)
i made the family some soup. everyone is laughing here because i tripped into two separate things on my way to pose in this picture. fuckin’ wicked.
dekel dj’d last nite. he had like barely half the songs i requested, refused to play the ones that i did, and i couldn’t remember any of the good ones from the era that he said could be played. i need to walk around with a song list in my pocket. he played be my baby by the ronnettes (my request) when i was in the bathroom and it jogged my oldies memory and by the time i made it up the stairs my fruit fly attention span forgot whatever it remembered when i was whizzing.
i was trying to figure out why i was so hung and then this picture came up. brilliant. i was thinking man could it have been that one sip of jager/soda nah couldn’t be. oh right it was that ten dollar vodka martini that wasn’t even half full. (ps. did you know watusi is run by the shanghai cowgirl people and also did you know that they run the bovine too? i did not know that).
i don’t know what i was going for here but i think it worked. that prepster shirt came from alicia and why does RL have their tumble dry tag on the outside? fil says it’s cos they’re meant to be tucked in.
yesterday’s pose theme was being a big lesbian i guess. my hair is stuck to my shirt like that because i was raised in a nest. (i did a treatment and it made my hair dry/greasy. you lose 70-80 hairs a day, the longer your hair is the more it shows and when your hair is really fine to begin with as mine is and you want long long long hair, you are basically, screwed).
please can i fake dj too!?
oh god that looks super good right now.
quick, look like a dj.
tracey took a thousand pictures of me can’t wait to not see them.
funny, i didn’t feel that blasted. fil said i sure tied one on i said hey i can drink and have a good time or drink and have a bad time, what do you prefer? i seem way more cut when i show that i am enjoying myself, basically. standing on the ceiling helps too.
the pregnancy rumors start here (that’s water).
somehow my hair landed like that on my face. jeals much.
tracey at it again. i’m sure that was a good one.
more dj poses yes because a keyboard’s a deck, dickal!
when gill smiles at you it’s like the heavens parting and you’re like, ahh, she’s given’er tonite.
tracey laughing in the bg i’m starting to worry now.
i forget why gill insisted i capture this dance by lauren and stuart, first time dancing ever or she actually convinced him to dance? yeah if he’s anything like fil i would want a bunch of pictures too.
ridiculous. who are you guys, me?
the amount of allison photos might be matched or even beat the amount of ME photos can you believe it?
maybe if they didn’t run out of the wonton nachos i wouldn’t feel so garbage today.
what is this a highschool dance?
that was an intense blinking contest eh.
jonathan said the owner or someone made that wallpaper himself, pieced it all together then had it printed.
i want a boob job.
did you get it?
then i gave tracey my camera.
oh hi what are we here for again?
i’m running out of captions.
i figured this angle was workin’ for me last nite so i kept it strong. oh yeah allison was complaining about her face and i said well my profile looks like a face head-on so get over it or something. it was funny when i said it right?
gahah can you direct me and everyone i know to the blabbermouth card section please?
oh new picture idea everybody look at how much fun i am.
a heartfelt parting. brad your hair is getting long.
give me a chance jeez!
oh right i met a facebook bigwig guy last nite and we got to talking about this and that and before you know it i forgot the facebook relation and why he was even talking to me and chris to begin with and i started dissing facebook. guess how awesome i am. answer: tons of. ps. chris i was pretend being incensed over your dodgeball team stacking your players during the final game against my team. charity-shmarity, if you’re not a winner you’re a loser. the end.
i guess when i finally get pregnant one day it won’t be so bad.
or it will.
these are tracey’s by the way. she wouldn’t stop taking my picture as you know, so i decided to look as disgusting as possible.
it wasnt hard.
what a wiener.