whoooooooooa.

i got a lil bit crunk while out eating with pops and brandon to get over dealing with dipshits at the mall.

my christmas spirit was reestablished after my second blue note martini.

thank you skyy vodka and merry ho ho ho.

...said dori ( Read more... )

FUCK YOU, san francisco!

give me back my joe.

(i'll even take some rolling fog)

mike: i miss not having a crick in my neck.

jen: when you're not looking, i'll give you a swift karate chop to the throat. works like a charm for getting rid of neck cricks.

mike: now... i'm just scared...

jen: that always cures neck cricks. you know... upon death and such ( Read more... )

i'm selling paintings to make room in my studio, kids...

check out my artwork picture album on myspace... get at me with your best offers... i'm pretty broke, so i'm down for haggling.

this is a new poem. not by me... arranged by me. each line is from one of the songs on a new cd i made for doris. it's scattered, but i enjoy the concept. et c'est tres fun.

i see the quiet on you when you're sleeping ( Read more... )

frozen andes chocolate are one of the best things in this universe. and the dish's vanilla bourbon sweet potato pie. yes... the wonders of the universe... just pick one ( Read more... )

i wore purple mocassins last night and it was utterly magnificent.

i couldn't stop staring at my feet. i wanted to have my toes' babies.

how obscene.

i hate today because there is no joe in it.

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