we finally used the mats
i went to payless on saturday, alone, turns out that’s a good way to not buy shoes. i sat there fretting over all these guys not knowing exactly what kind of ugly i was dealing with w/o fil there to go yes no maybe at me, so i just went to honest ed’s and got a pair of flats for ten bucks. when you go any kind of shopping with someone you can easily convince them to convince you to buy something you really don’t want or need or like.
hey where’d he go?
who wants this dress i wore twice, the second time being indoors only and for ten minutes. it’s a size 6. i’ll give it up for twenty bucks.
meet pierre
his breath smells like brie and he is a distinguished little guy who hangs out in audrey’s purse
he licks the entire inside of ears too
we have the same hair
my heart is broken
please explain to me what is going on here thank you. when i google hangover this guy comes up and all his wacky friends. is it like an internet meet-up from 1990? i want in. they’re so zany i’m obsessed!
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: if you go on the main page of that link it explains what’s going on: Over Labor Day 1997, Kris Jacobs hosted a get-together (dubbed “WOBCon II”) at Schlitterbahn in New Braunfels, Texas. Many more WOBbers attended, and this, too, was a great success with a wonderful time being had by all (except, perhaps, those whose undies ended up in the freezer!). Such a great time was had, that a pact was formed by those present that this should be repeated each year over Labor Day weekend. It was also the means to share the many photos and stories that was the original reason to dedicate a web site to a mailing list!
http://www.wob-l.org/
me: NERDS
why not go to a beach
on labor day
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: hhahaha i know
me: awesome
so good
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: they went to a cabin for the third one
http://www.wob-l.org/wobcon3/temp_index.htm
me: are u stalking them now
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: hahaha
me: theyre partying right now!
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: well i wouldn’t call it stalking
me: as we speak
HA
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: i know!
i’m actually kinda jealous of the nerds now
me: i am too!
mbroszkowski@gmail.com: i wish i was at a cottage
me: dont start or i will kill myself
sigh
omg they have a one liners page!
http://www.wob-l.org/wobcon3/oneliners.html
it’s so hot i think i’m gonna barf
why this fantastic weather at the end of summer?
and fil has to work on monday
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it’s also too hot to be fashionable right now. can i wear a slip n slide to your bbq guys?
oh hey, didn’t see ya there, what’s up?
oh man all i want to do is talk about lean on me right now but i have a bunch of stupid pictures to put up instead first, did you know candyman was in lean on me? big news i know. k here are the rest of thursday nite’s shitshow. oh and the heat lamps fucked with my pictures.
so, steph shows up already hammed. it was funny.
i have no idea what they’re talking about here cos steph’s ADD totally rubbed off on me. i do know that alicia came by yesterday to get her ID and was all you’re so skinny you look so skinny what is that and i say uh, it’s because i’m skinny and she goes uh no it’s not. hahaha. then says well i was thinking that yesterday too you looked skinny. DUDE MAYBE IT’S COS I-AM-SKINNNNNNNNNNY! deal with it!
you are in my posing area.
no one can get over how much of a cock cid is they think they can win him over on the spot cos they see him in pictures on my blog, trust me guys, he hates you.
what is this wilson phillips?
apparently.
oh man k had enough.
oh jen.
heat lamp sauna.
blast you heat lamp!
aw poor steph so nervous! her jealousy was palpable from across the room when i would glitz and glide from conversation to conversation effortlessly. this is what she was thinking in her head if you don’t say anything you won’t say anything stupid. this was a big nite for our girl.
fil and some guy he went to school with who noticed fil bla blah snore.
dude hired by skyy to spy on us and take pictures conveniently shows up as vodka runs out, then eventually was replenished, we were so parched waiting for it we got beers and not even a minute later a bottle materializes. he got a nice pic of me pouring it straight in my mouth. you’re welcome skyy vodka.
oh what a striking green!
it’s ok you’re safe now. weed plus booze plus crowded patio, did you learn your lesson?
i would not shut up about jimmy so embodying charlie bucket. there’s something hugely unfair about party dudes with grey hair, women can’t pull that off. i intend to try it.
olga and sonia made jen this creepy texas chainsaw massacresque doll.
then off to social for the mobilemoment party. interesting scene.
i texted MY FRIEND HAS BIG LABES WHAT DO I DO SHE IS BY THE SPEAKERS but it didn’t appear. i wrote something else less offensive afterward, can’t remember.
a pint glass spilled, fil swears up and down it was the reverb that did it. ooh and we got free cab chits too. wicked.
seven seconds in is my favourite thing right now i can’t stop laughing oh man where’s my brother when i need him.
