and a sun to maybe dissipate shadows of the mess you made
i am mary magdalene. wait, she was a hooker right? well based on everyone’s impression of the brief drake lounge chat-up i had sunday night and that guy thinking i was an escort and all…ha ha. i wish i could go back in time and change my response to eat shit and face meet bar top.
ten thousand day hangover. size two garth shirt and i are in a shrinking race.
it’s harder than you think to eat with a helmet on.
i was a bit nervous then a bit narcoleptic (almost!) on the back of this thing, knew it would cure my hangover a little. you just have to turn your head off while on it.
this looks way too fall for me. i love fall, we know this, but i’m not done with summer just yet.
cheeeeesy and cool. ginger i think is secretly working on a side website project of chicks on his bike pics cos he always makes me do one last pose on or near the bike. as if i don’t acquiesce.
this guy is from france, from the 60’s maybe? it is gorgeous. i shaved some parm then grated some with the mouli grater. made an arugula prosciutto olive/bals pepper tomato greens salad and polished off a bottle of rose with dad and shot the shit. now i have a date with mom and doctor appointment i am so tiiiired. my hair looks like garth algar’s right now and yesterday i looked like michelle fucking tanner with my rainbow pink argyle socks and red gallaz (chick division of globe sneakers. i want a shoe sponsor!) next time i come out here i’m bringing my longboard then i’ll get skeletal for sure. and 13 year old boyfriends.
i just listened to this song 20 times in a row. be like me.
the more i think about our wakestock experience the more i laugh my head off and hug myself with, glee? it was so fun and bizarre.
yes hello there.
ok have to dash its been real. real retarded.