disappointed people clinging onto bottles

ahh just one-ah ‘dem days. late for blog hot tub roof sun party, it was a late one last nite. hopefully the last for awhile. i plan to detox this week. for the billionth time i’m behind i’m behind. the sunny weather is to blame. now here i am painting my toes singing my gorgeous little heart out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Y-kmFgggNk

this thing makes my body look a little weird. maybe i can shrink it.

and by weird i mean STACKED.

should i even bother with makeup today?

somewhat preserved from last nite but only if i am standing in a sunbeam. if in shadow, you do not want to see this business.

olympia.

nice little crotchety bulge area.

this facial expression is getting under my skin big time. it’s so, beachy?

arrogant.

prick.

hmmph.

six in the morning looks like this.

melodie has indulged my penchant for little things, she made me this mini origami shirt out of a gum wrapper.

i’m finding glow in the dark stars in the most absurd of places. some randomly fall from the ceiling here and there. i am an adult.

hi lucas.

from sadie’s. mmmmm. yesterday i was a garbage disposal, consuming non-stop.

bye for now friendsbians.

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eventually you’re gonna have to get over yourselves and the whole blog stigma, more so, the raymi blog stigma. cos i know you wanna be friends, and i’m pretty friendly so…