now that matt’s quit his job i think every nite’s going to be an early one for me. start givin’er at 5 in bed by ten ha ha.

we had a pretty good spot and once a table cleared up beside us we took it (fil was on his way, needed more room) but we felt like something new. matt did a walk-by of the central, he saw 4 dudes milling about so we paid and made our way there. turns out they were renovating. so we lost our table. THANKS MATT! whatever the sun had fucked off by then anyway so pauper’s patio did us just fine.

i found those sunglasses allison is wearing in the bathroom two years ago waiting for the vip virgin boat to take us over to the island for vfest2. i ran out into the mall trying to match them to whatever hipster had left them. oh well. they have sat unworn in my pile of sunglasses ever since so i gave ‘em to allison. they’re five bucks in the market.

it felt so nice walking in and out of doors, you’re half-expecting to receive a chill breeze but nope, pure warmth. can’t say the same for today though ugh.

i had to fix my bun a hundred times. its A-game wasn’t exact enough. more like B-game. oh yeah biking over the wind made my eyes tear up like crazy so i looked like i was bike-crying. biking and crying. there’s a poem in there somewhere.

please throw a layer in there.

patio change and nicky arrives.

thanks matt.

yesterday i had to decide between black socks with hearts or these things. the hearts looked too juvenile with the shoes. i wasn’t worried about sock tan cos i had already tanned that afternoon. socks were necessary cos my legs were a little behind in the shaving dept. also it’s my look, guy.

during one of my fabulously interesting tales nicky was shat on.

my hair just got worse and worse ha ha.

fil called from the parking lot on lippincott spying on us the whole time. i’m like dude i can SEE you. then he revved his engine like a gino and backed up super fast. cool story fil. i sneaked away after one more drink to buy toilet paper and play hell’s kitchen.

still winning the happy face sticker war no one is fighting me in.

buzz on + shopper’s clearance rack = new organic backpack? i thought it would be a good biking grocery bag. fil suggested longboarding. good one, it’s almost like he was there with me.

one of my tweets is being printed in a book along with a ton of famous people quote/tweets. poor fil, it’s a line i ripped off him when he was on the phone the other day. oh well, snooze ya lose right.

part 1

part 2 (you shoulda skipped part 1)

my brother took this photo.

at one point when i finally stop screaming you hear dave behind me let a big one go (1:14) and all along before that too haha. this was our third time on it i finally got the courage to hold my camera during the ride hanging on with my middle finger shoved through the tiny kewpie strap, the time before i wimped out at the top of the ride and shoved it in my pocket before we plummeted. after that i made videos on every ride and even got told off over a speaker to put it away, dave too. we all had to take chill pills and 5-7 beers each throughout the day to get by. fil‘s acting all brave in this video. dave wussed out of making a video this time he clenched it down by his side and after each ride his hair was standing on end like edward scissorhands. i made a video of a little girl crying cos she was too small to go on this teacup ride then i gave her my blythe button and she was still crying but took it anyway i wanted to tell her dad you know that thing was probably like ten dollars can you make her say thank you. haha. more photos and videos to come on this post so keep checking back. also hi amanda we eventually went back to your beer station (the only one serving in the park!) and you were gone.

my brother blowing cig smoke at me, gross.

we finally arrived and everyone is super anxious so we had a chill pill and headed straight for a beer stop. the older you get the more sensitive i guess.

good thing dad was on the scene.

ok fil’s hand in this shot is an accident but we saw this happen more than once yesterday. if you’re um, husky, you cannot ride the behemoth (which is why they have a seat at the beginning of the line for you to test out, they need to be more vocal about it though). it’s really embarrassing for the person cos the workers take turns trying to slam down the thigh rest over and over and then the person has to do the walk of shame then they announce sorry for the wait everybody are you ready to riiiide!? dave got a shot of this guy making eye contact with him CRINGE. also fyi do not wear your bap-style hoodie to wonderland ever, we saw ten hundred of ‘em seriously.

here is the crying girl, she had to watch her mom and brother go on cos she was too little. i hope she keeps that button 4lyfe.

i wanted to film more of her less of the ride cos she was really sobbing hard but i don’t think her dad would have appreciated it.

post every ride dave’s hair looked like this.

do not wear a hat on the behemoth. dumb move. after you ride this thing, drop zone is a complete waste of time. it’s nothing. video of that too.

oh yeah the first ride we (my idea) stupidly chose to go on was the one you lie down on like superman. bad for queasy stomachs full of beer ha ha.

that is my nose juice after riding the dragonfire. WHAT it was cold!

before hair.

after.

complete waste of time the ride was jammed, we went through kidzone cos we heard there was a licensed patio but it wasn’t serving. fil and dave insisted on the ghoster coaster. yeah thanks guys.

beer decoy.

after walking the entire park for beer that wasn’t there, waiting in a line-up for nothing, i felt exactly like these muhfuckers. we went into this place you used to be able to drink at but now it’s so you have to buy the 20 dollar buffet to get in i was so annoyed i just walked out while the guy was still talking. wtf we came for rides and drinks not elaborate shitty banquet food what is this place, disneyland? ps. stop telling us where we can go get beer if it’s not actually being served you wasted a good 40 minutes of our time TWICE that happened.

nice.

purchasing a picture costs 14 bucks, f that. take a snap of the monitor quickly before they wipe it off. i found a funny one of a couple on top of a garbage can i bet noel would like it.

sweeney tod.

oh whatever fil.

i wanted to say to these teenagers haven’t you seen adventureland this game’s a rip!

top gun kills your ears/head. not fun.

the park closed at 8. it wasn’t open to the public yet so maybe that’s why some rides were rusty. we got cheap tickets too, it was nice having less people/crowds and the weather worked in our favour for that too i suppose.

here i am wailing like a dude cos i had lost my ability to scream by this point. i sound like a total goon i cannot even watch this video.

see how shitty drop zone seems in comparison to behemoth now. don’t even bother.

girl longboard date with chelsea was a success. we’ve been meaning to make it happen for what, three years now?

the befores. (humidity made my hair all cavegirl).

after. sweaty and made it back in the nick of time to watch the crazy sky turn dark and all the patio shit fly around on the balcony. scary fun.

she watched me stress out over hell’s kitchen (seriously my hand is a claw after playing a few rounds of it and my back is super tensed up, v bad for blood pressure and anxiety)(speaking of, yesterday before chelsea came over i had a panic attack and i gather it’s the heat that does it to me. i tried to walk with fil and his bike to pump up the tires but had to come back and wait it out. i just can’t live like this anymore, every hot day makes me pant and hyper-ventilate. it’s debilitating and embarrassing. what the fuck can i do about it seriously what is wrong with me? i said to fil i cannot live like this anymore i’m not going through another summer holed up because it’s balls hot out and hello i WANT to go out and get some sun. after awhile of downtime i’m fine, a brew and a chat and a chill pill but really, it wasn’t even hangover anxiety i barely drank friday nite. anyway i’ll complain more about it later) oh right so yeah hell’s kitchen wasn’t fun it was just scary so we played cooking mama instead while we waited out the rain.

fil made it to stefan’s bbq just in time.

chelsea wanted some ironic tattoos drawn on her for an activist thing she was going to? anyway this one is an homage to my friend pokey, she has a real (mad better) version of this on her arm.

i’m stacked you better believe it.

i had a roadie ready to bring to the bbq then fil called to say party’s over so i just drank it at home and it got on his (drunk) nerves a lot. WHAT the bottle was sticky get over it sorry you can’t handle hobo chic. then we played hell’s kitchen and it was actually fun cos the inebriation made me (everyone) less scared and on edge. despite the wimpy shit, i do recommend this game, i got it cheap from that new video game store near the tap. they sell used (and new) everything.

burn. fil thinks he’s more tanned than i am.

i purged a ton of clothes for chelsea, feels great. she reworks things too so that makes me feel extra good about it.

i’ve been pumped for today for over a week and the weather is so crap. not gonna let it get me down.

this game stresses me out beyond belief.

I was at an event this week where noteworthy writers/bloggers/(for lack of a better word)”scenesters” were mocking you… I honestly thought it was so sad.

thanks for the info, not at all surprised either ha scenesters always good for a larf, not at all predictable. say it to my face ya fucking queens. there is an irony to supposed scenesters even being at a blogging event but i guess that’s what makes them scenesters instead of working artists. email me some names so i know who to X out of my life xo.

aw lia <3.

for some reason i am whispering so you have to blast this. my delivery is pretty bad, i over thought that you may recognize me line way too much obviously. this is proof i should always drink before getting on camera. this was my second try at it too, the other day i made one in the bathroom and the sound of my voice was so loud in there it made the audio fart a ton.

lipstick trick tip from raymi lauren on Vimeo.

basically do that ten times like a crazy person apply it like you are a 4 year old sneaking your mom’s vanity dresser. bye.

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psst. The Dunes CD release party is at the el mo tomorrow nite and they’re playing with Ambisonic & Big Ideas, starts at 9 so be there ya square!

omg i love this video more than i love myself.

i love wilbur. he is the greatest dog. so sincere and obedient and playful.

and i like that he has to watch the road from the backseat over our shoulders.

he’s so petite too. man, monday was the worst weather ever, so miserable. i went to lise’s to finally watch grey gardens, we got about 1/4 through it before we turned it to drew barrymore’s version of getting through barely any of that one (i’ve seen a ton of clips on youtube so i know the story). too gloomy a day for that story. amazingly casted though, jessica lange was a dead ringer for big edith (when they age her). ooh nice. we also held some kittens at a vet and they broke our hearts i can’t stop thinking about their little mewling faces.

last ever photo of owl on the right. i moved the tv stand and it fell and smashed into a million pieces. sorry! i said imagine it smashed into my head and you would have to pick glass out of my hair and scalp? it was that close.

sigh.

that’s an André Ethier. chick is connected.

sorry!

see how my tan brings out the white of that couch and not the other way around.

wilbur was not at all scared.

when he gingerly rests his head here it means he is asking permission to sit beside you and then you say ok come up wilbur and he turns into a little ball omg i am so on my period right now bye.

oh one more thing, mara’s phone has been pocket dialing me, so far three times wtf. this morning it called me at 7.30am awesome. she emailed me this:

You must love that my phone likes to randomly call you.

Dontberaymidontberaymi…ugh. i must have just not locked the keypad. Sorry again.

haha it’s hard to be mad about it. my response:

hahahah yes 730 was a nice time to run out to the living room in an underwear panic who is dead who is dying whats wrong oh its mara back to sleep. i was having a long annoying nitemare anyway.