sunday dinner at the Z’s i braved day two of illness cos their house is for sale and i didn’t want to miss a chance to see it again, say/think what you want about me but i am truly a sentimental nostalgic bastard.

i read this on the couch when i went down for a little count, why am i not writing children’s books? i mean i entertain you guys daily and you have the mental capacity of well…

love this charm necklace made up of several charm bracelets looks like it came straight out of a museum.

kaleidoscope fetish, they’re all over the house.

steve made this last week for his mom haha j/k no when he was eight and of course it’s his mother’s pride and joy holy shit that guy is spoiled and can do no wrong i’m shocked they don’t carry him around on a large satin pillow. ps. that angel is crap steve

deep thoughts with steve zissou. his wife will be coming out in january (cheaper flights) yay.

yes i purposely rolled my sleeve to reveal THE TATTOO (it’s still healing so chill) and now i notice people with tattoos and how they purposely pose in pictures now. unnecessary uncomfortable and awkward poses just to show us a shitty tribal tattoo, i will show you my findings sometime never.

blah bla so sick so weak could barely get through this wine.

my favourite in this picture is steve’s dad’s hair or the jug of gin, can’t decide SO CLOSE! mr. z is a fantastic chef ps.

i make the same national lampoon’s christmas vacation joke about this centerpiece every time i visit, this year i kept it to myself.

i placed myself in the center so i could take in the spinning then the combo of eating my first meal aside from saltines AND said spinning almost made me spew, i had to leave the table for a TUMS and slugged the hell out of my gingerale. best dinner guest ever.

amazing risotto (w/ pancetta and corn) and roast steak (?) i had a teeny portion only, sad to say maybe if i sat further from that spinning nativity scene like in the kitchen or something i could have eaten more.

memory lane. it’s so weird (interesting) when your friend’s/bf/everyone you know’s parents went to the same high school at different times as well as their children. total bubble town.

as if i wouldn’t wear that outfit now, and what is midget basketball? the term used for women’s basketball? cos we have smaller brains?

B.A.B.E.

steve’s dad.

lookin’ fine, feelin’ fiiiineuuuuuuuuh thud.

mum worrying about the weather and son’s delayed flight. i said hey don’t even worry, in fact, we might even die on our way to the airport so relax. she loved that so much she put a hex on my tattoo.

laundry time bye bye bye (n’sync voice)