some more pics on my flickr from friday if anyone cares.
emilio attempts to defend the scarf/t-shirt combo.
i almost blew my head off from listening to fil and broszkowski discuss their fucking cameras all goddamn day/nite long, it is even boringer than listening to samir and fil discuss motorcycles, which makes my eyes glaze over like an opium pipe packed to the gills. they made absolutely zero effort to discuss anything other than speed lighting, batteries, shows, all that garbage, when there was a lull in conversation it’d be like so….back to cameras.
dinner and some hangin’ at the sharpies/samirs/samerin ungh so many names!
bizo was into partying, way more sociable these days, the raymi charm has fully worn off for him though he only digs fil country. i’m telling cid.
not so smart now are ya bizo?
back-up.
turn down the bonding a notch please i’m trying to watch superbad over here.
dericious dinner.
tilapia.
cheesy italian wine we bought for their surprise engagement party, not bad, though hard to tell cos their wine fridge was cranked and everything tasted the same to me, arctic wine.
finally!
it was really hard to capture this boring kodak moment.
bizo’s like nice waistline what are you a pre-pubescent gymnast?
i almost cut off my thumb sat’nite while slicing up apples at samir/sharpie’s, it wasn’t until i got to the very last slice that the knife whipped through the end of my left thumb, i stopped it just in time of it completing it’s tour through my fingernail. i was also baked. then i thought how embarrassing, and they’re going to think i got blood all over their apples, also, i was trying to surprise everyone, surprise! here’s your apples AND blood!
my hair is soooooooooooooooooooooo dry. i gave it a cut last week and since then it seems even drier what gives. i hope i can salvage it.
i’ve been transcribing my journal into book all day and feeling like a loser cos the majority of the entries take place in bars or nauseous on the bathroom floor at 3am (not even from the booze) i also feel fat cos i’m pre-pre-menstrual and i had some cookies saturday nite, actually the entire weekend was kind of over the top consumptionville. no more meats and cheeses! or shitty champagne!
i told fil i would forgo showering just so he wouldn’t do the laundry, yes let me tell you how this adds up. i view laundry as the dungeon master that holds you in its dungeon for 2 hours and you can’t go anywhere or do anything and not like i would even use those 2 hours productively anyway just the thought that i can’t do anything but wait ‘em out paralyzes and turns me into a sucky baby in jogging pants no no I’LL do it tomorrow by myself i promise! he’s like well you take a long time to get ready so i may as well do the laundry i’m like no i won’t see not showering today, there, decided!
what if i wanted to go on a long whimsical walk to the movie store and have a tan (like i’m allowed to do that during fil time!) and go for a drive RIGHT NOW, we wouldn’t be able to cos the clothes were in the dryer.
another thing that grinds my gears is the car wash, but you guys knew that already. i think i’m scarred from childhood, my dad taking me or my brother to the (diy) car wash, the unlucky one got to hang in the car reading a comic book or magazine that was purchased for us just for this event, while the other kid got to go to the mall with mom and possibly get candy and toys! wtf! so yeah, i think about that when fil makes us do the car wash on sundays, no! my time is wicked precious i canNOT do this. it makes me feel trapped and hyper, here’s a tip parents, if you want to punish your child, take them to the car wash, during winter, spend an hour lovingly soaping up your car while the little asshole freezes in their winter coat with the heat off (exhaust fumes, bad for the environment to keep it running obvs) glowering at you through the window from the back seat.
what else is a time waster, ungh, anything having to do with cleaning.
SO MANY delightful little tins of jellies and spreads and EVERYTHING, next xmas gifts will all be purchased here.
i wonder if everyone living within a 1km radius of the cheese boutique is as fat as everyone living within 1km of a mcdonald’s.
upon walking in fil and i set our pace to retard, we were stupefied by the beauty what is this store, i’m trying really hard to hold back the gay right now.
here fil is having an orgasm.
everyone who works there is so nice it was a really great experience.
oh if all children ate candy like this instead of that plastic wrapped nickelodeon inspired garbage.
how offensive is this? oh it’s ok cos it’s high-end?
i know!
bye!
i bought an 8 year old cheddar, meat i forget the name of, a smelly cheese for fil and a vanilla cream soda = 25 bucks!
stinkiest meat ever. (delicious)
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I will send you a picture of the wedding at some point, because you may appreciate it. We did not invite any guests, and Renee bought a vintage dress with like a 30 foot train. So we let some photographers come, but no friends or family. And I did not want to be too cliched so instead of trying to outdo that dress, I went the other direction and got an army uniform (Dutch, actually). The pictures just look like war-bride 1943. It’s pretty good. -steve of lavender diamond
