sia

totally brace yourself for a raymi dance video to this jam.

moustache cat!

awesome sauce
babe sauce
chaka can sauce
dick sauce (ew)
eff sauce
fart sauce
guilt sauce
hate sauce
icicle sauce (what?)(i mean what do you want from me?)
jungle juice sauce!
kitten sauce (aw!)
lezzie sauce (heh)

ok i’m bored already

mint sauce (great w/ lamb!)
nunchuck sauce (i wish)
ORLY sauce (sorry i went there)
puke sauce (finally!)
queen sauce (as in, shut up queen sauce!)
ridic. sauce
shades sauce (ex: lester took some change off my dresser, lester that was way shades sauce man!)
taco sauce (yum!)
ukulele sauce
vag sauce (ew)
WEAK SAUCE (thats you oh BURN SAUCE!)
xylophone sauce
zit sauce (EWWW)

that is all, have a nice life friday.

took me like, ten hours to draw this.

new nook at my reg. japanese joint, this is a good sign.

email me if you live on staten island my friend pokey (a girl) needs a date, you don’t have to be perfect or anything, she just like wants a pal, you can even be a girl, and you can go to a horror movie together, anything you want! but you have to be decent and cool and fun. *UPDATE* you can live in manhattan or brooklyn and sometimes queens!

DUDES OMFG GROSS! see how long you last watching this! my score is 41 seconds.

after top model we decided to go out on the town, which translates to going to the fox n fiddle to play megatouch and drink cheap martinis and listen to open mic.

hurry up fil!

now i’m not a mixologist or anything but i’m PRETTY SURE a keylime martini doesn’t look like this, or taste like pineapple. drank it anyway. the ‘tender said they were 3.50 (i knew they were 4.50, didn’t correct her) and bam four (mine, fil had beers) later we get the bill and i say yeah you said they were 3.50 and she snaps yeah well i’ve been doing this 2 years so i know they’re 4.50 and then she shows me the little sign i say yeah i get it, but you said 3.50, she goes i’m pretty sure i didn’t (so did, fil heard it too) anyway, don’t turn cunty on me cos i’m correcting you, if you’da shut yer trap that 4 extra bones would have been added to your tip, idiot. yeah i was pretty blasted. fil stopped me just as i was about to give her shit about her “keylime” martini that she had the gall to say she made really well. OH YEAH and she flirted with fil right in front of me too i just remembered! she goes HEY don’t YOU work in a bar or something? lame. baby, you’re a 6 at most, he’s like, a 10, forget it.

ps. i’ve been drinking here longer than 2 years and i have NEVER seen you before.

sunglasses land!

2 are fil’s, the rest are mine. bok choy flower is still kickin’ it.

fil took these.

alicia is in the middle of a summer nail polish crisis (her period) so i went the distance and gayed out all over my babies. yes it’s true, exercise makes you(r blog) gay and boring. AND skinny. this little activity was about to get supes anal/OCD so i halted it. thanks for the blog murterial risha (that’s TWO links to yer blog in two days now)(you’re welcome)(learn how to link back to my blog).

i think i’ll put that periwinkle blue on my toenails next.

and here we have the uh, boring paired down soldiers, i don’t know any beauty terms sorry.

oh fine, something for the boys, courtesy of fil:

arran: hey, you should take pictures of all of your nail pol-
oh you already have
pisssssssssssssss

me: i havent even blogged them yet stop stalking my flickr