lost from a crime scene
i know it s been a while, gang. you find how easy it is to stay away from your computer when it s sitting on the floor. haaa.
first and foremost, i moved in the ghetto house. before anybody came in, i had crap just piled up. but i did find time to put up my breakfast club poster:
although, i did have roommate- a phantom roommate:
dani came over one night, we listened to the new mae album (at the time it was new), but we spent more time goofing off...and dani decided to give me a makeover:
thanks dani!
then dana moved in...
and so did her dog:
and her gerbils:
everything was going fine until our fridge died, and to freezer haven. a new one came, and although we were told to leave it alone, we attempted to switch them out anyway. like so,:
there was a lot of water:
hey dana
gary watched the whole time, and didnt help:
i should take the time now to say that these arent pictures of us just switching a fridge. i believe i wrote a previous entry on the whole ordeal, but if you dont recall, there was water EVERYWHERE, and we just about killed ourselves moving it, and trying to get the water to stop. we had to call matt the bartender over to turn the water off- we're girls! i spend most of my time on the computer and listening to albums, i dont know how to shut the water off in a house! ive never even lived in a house, well, on my own. but it was one of the better memories of that house.
moving on, since the burial of the bottomshelf, cheers became the new place to be. dana and i missed the quiet, private social aspect of hanging out someone elses house, so we invited people over. no one showed up. after several attempts, several failed attempts, we threw a white trash party- and it worked!
we held it in the front yard, so our white trash neighbors wouldnt feel to bad about coming over and adding flair to the party. authentic flair. none of our neighbors showed up (and we invited them!):
i can only assume these are from a random trip to san diego:
and pictures i expected to find more of (tear):
first and foremost, i moved in the ghetto house. before anybody came in, i had crap just piled up. but i did find time to put up my breakfast club poster:
although, i did have roommate- a phantom roommate:
dani came over one night, we listened to the new mae album (at the time it was new), but we spent more time goofing off...and dani decided to give me a makeover:
thanks dani!
then dana moved in...
and so did her dog:
and her gerbils:
everything was going fine until our fridge died, and to freezer haven. a new one came, and although we were told to leave it alone, we attempted to switch them out anyway. like so,:
there was a lot of water:
hey dana
gary watched the whole time, and didnt help:
i should take the time now to say that these arent pictures of us just switching a fridge. i believe i wrote a previous entry on the whole ordeal, but if you dont recall, there was water EVERYWHERE, and we just about killed ourselves moving it, and trying to get the water to stop. we had to call matt the bartender over to turn the water off- we're girls! i spend most of my time on the computer and listening to albums, i dont know how to shut the water off in a house! ive never even lived in a house, well, on my own. but it was one of the better memories of that house.
moving on, since the burial of the bottomshelf, cheers became the new place to be. dana and i missed the quiet, private social aspect of hanging out someone elses house, so we invited people over. no one showed up. after several attempts, several failed attempts, we threw a white trash party- and it worked!
we held it in the front yard, so our white trash neighbors wouldnt feel to bad about coming over and adding flair to the party. authentic flair. none of our neighbors showed up (and we invited them!):
i can only assume these are from a random trip to san diego:
and pictures i expected to find more of (tear):