weekend

fido

reporting from nashville:

woke up.  inorganic.  lab + transformation.

rachel, magnolia pick up.  pumpkin chess.

cruise control.  birmingham, pretzels, air mattress.  mixed berry green tea.

dark.  jamie fray, exuberance.  loves two dolla nine cent.

fuck will call, bottom of the bottom.  no talk, no talking.  seven thirty-ish.

mercy then foy then ticketweb.  no luck, fuck times infinity.

nashville, war memorial auditorium.  sound tribe + dreads.

ugh.

eric calls, ecstatic.  one cannery row.  grey hoodie.  moneys-lots.

car change no lights.  boots headbands.  lock.  ids.  lock again.   

pony tail in mouth.  heels, dress, purse, wtf.

greg gillis.  fisheyes.

sweat. soaked. sweat. balls.

meet dance friend + h20.  pictures.

peace.  more new friends 1983.  kick out of car.

k and n!!

easy mac and gatorade.  futon + airmattress.

love. easily:

BDE.

tbs

its true, shitty movies on tv are so much more tolerable then on dvd

i watched Stick It! this weekend

vic, can we retire the old long-sleeved leotards? 

i have a constitutional right to bare arms. 

accoutrements

i really wanted an egg-salad sandwich... and i was just obsessing about it and i was like: 'man, im gonna make one of those'

so saturday, i went out and got like, a dozen eggs.... and i boiled them all and then i just.... i spent, i dont know, probably three hours

like three-and-a-half hours making.... you know, the mayonnaise, and the onions, and paprika.... and, you know, all the accoutrements

and then, by the time i was done i just really didnt feel like eating it...and i didnt have any bread.... so 

adorable

kinda cliche and predictable that i would post this.

but im on my mac, wearing keds, wayfarers hooked in my aa vneck and a c. palahniuk book stacked on top of my moleskine notebook, so......

mgmt- the youth

red velvet

what it is to flee into the arms of some unknown tomorrow

i want to bake cakes, cookies, and pies

all sorts

girl talk

greg is amazing

obviously

fancy pants

rip samsung

hola nokia

it plays music

hidden magic

at the rate we move

among the chaos

and from every angle 

beauty

streaming from bounds unknown 

while we take turns

and around every swell

beauty

so sweet

i love this picture

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