how to get free whiskey: pretend to be a whiskey identifying big shot. once you’re buzzed you can’t really distinguish shit, well i thought i could but second-guessed plenty, went against my instincts. also it’s been awhile since i’ve hit the irish apple juice.
prawn blt and pig ear salad.
i like the eyeballs in the bar.
this is a dance move. you flap at your face really fast while jumping on the spot to the beat of the music. i am cool.
looking back on my photos from the other nite made me realize that we were hanging with children and i suddenly feel very old. total baby face over there on the left jesus.
sorry!
the blow job face is spreading throughout the staff.
needs more asian.
perfect. clem thinks i got swindled in buying a bath chain necklace but teppei knows it’s legit vintage as it has weight, old school jewelry is heavy. new cheap shit is light.
this is how i will win the phone number contest.
the rest of my photos are just variations of all the same crap go into my flickr if you’re feeling bored and nosy like i know you are.
god i’m pissed today. i love how people love to meddle in shit that has absolutely fuck all to do with them. please get your own lives, thank you.
i am wearing the most amazing pants right now courtesy of melodie. major highwaisters, v hippie and i was just admiring the bartender’s highwaisted pants at squirlys and thought fuck, i need to wear pants like that behind the bar like yesterday and blammo, here i am. not exactly sitting and eating jeans but whatever, nothin’ wrong with unbuttoning these suckers for some gunt room hidden under the covers right now.
just spent a relaxing time at poor john’s with mel, such a good spot. i am really diggin’ on this neighbourhood and can’t wait for bicycle season. bring it.