Cooking with the Bozos

A night of cooking Chinese food and grocery trips for maggoty rice with Lindsey.
I could've sworn I took a picture of us in the kitchen... but I guess not. This is all the evidence of this day that I have... sad story.

Being Cheap Does Not Come Naturally

Wednesday, September 29, 2010:

It's so hard to force myself to go home after work and save money.

Just Whistle While You Work

Sleepover in the parking lot
Have you ever brushed your teeth in your car?
It's different.

Dirty Hands and Bloody Heels

Leaving Chris' in the AM for work.
Groggy... and being lame for not going out later tonight.
I hate having a budget to watch.

Folsom Street Fair

Look familiar?
IT'S ALIVE!

On BART. It was out of service for a while... almost missed K)) AGAIN.
"Foot picture!"
"I wanna be in it!"
"..... you're blocking my foot, bro."

Front row at the stage, ready to see our good old buddies perform.
God, I love them.

Killola and K))ids in a van... reunite!

I'm so appreciative of everyone who hung around and helped me take care of the drunken boy.
Hannah, for taking my spot as the sleeping matress while I took a piss.
Bri, for scooping up the vomit.
Sarah, for helping me carry him everywhere.
Chris and Eric, for support and helping in any way possible, even though it's our first time meeting.
THAT IS K)) POWER!

On our way back.
So not ready for the crazy ride.

Working Up the Excitement

Sitting by my makeshift nightstand.
Making music and getting pumped for some K)) lovin' time.

Dirty Phalanges and Swollen Ankles

A night of three way spooning and curling from the cold.
We roughed it big time.
But alas... don't you wish you could wake up to this more often?

Observing the mess that we made.
Shit didn't stand a chance.

We were rebels.

Dancing in the Moonlight

September 23, 2010:

Packing up some food for our moonlit adventure

Waiting outside for Erica... I'm getting a sense of very old deja vu.

Our lake. Yes... OUR lake.

After setting our camp site for a second time, we are satisfied.
This was our view... perfect.

Enjoying eachother's company.
Listening to the woodpecker, admiring the sights, discussing the "rope swing", and waiting for the late ass moon.

Roasting hotdogs and marshmellows by the fire while drinking and laughing our lives away
It's a must.

Crumbling Castle of Building Blocks

Waiting for nothing but to be late for work... such a shame.

I keep forgetting how amazing Andrew Bird is.  How is that?

I'm suppose to be packing for moon dancing... but I just couldn't resist.
Hours fly by so quickly when playing with this thing.

Stocking Up

Invested in supplies for the party by the lake.

According to the Moon

Helping with the compost bin before taking a trip to the lake in the hills
Moondancing may take place in the near future.

Neglection

Sadly, due to me leaving my phone at home today, this is the only picture I have to show.
Naked mornings...
Pre- playing with chickens, getting jumped and slobbered on by dogs, going out to the little mermaid theatre, moving chairs, and catching up on some America's Next Top Model and Big Brother (I didn't like Hayden, but damnit... he deserved it.)

Good Old Job

Working at the theatre.
Smell of popcorn and cotton candy.
Kind of love it.

After Shocks

After a mind blowing night of ping pong nuts and portal rooms, we groggily and reluctantly woke up and left the hippy house.
Then after dropping off the other fools, Chris and I went to Ihop for some delicious breakfast.
Good idea #1

Off  to Chris' to have some tea (Good idea #2)

And shower (Good idea #3)

And take a nap (Good idea #4)

On a reading trip
I learned about music, jewelery making, sponges, astronomy, tarot reading, and spiders.

Good idea #5

Burritos, chips, pinto bean dip, and chipotle sauce.

Good idea #6

Back with two of the previous fools from last night to watch Easy A (Good idea #7)

Then later indulged in late night conversations with them at Casey's place (Good idea #8)

Imagination Planet

Picking up Chris for the festivities.
The intention was to leave early... never happens.

Picked up 2 out of 3 fools.
We decided to eat at Mel's and get temporary tattoos while waiting for the last fool.

After driving in mad traffic while singing and dancing to music, all fools have finally assembled.
We gaze at the yard that would soon turn into a mystical jungle.

A rotten rat corpse........
I have nothing profound to say to this. I just thought it was really rad.

Meet my boy toy. He has nice pants and big feet.

Catch Up

FINALLY home!
Updating the virtual life on the whereabouts of my feet.
So so sooooo sorry for the days and days of nothing but titles. I have not been home in a longgggg time.

Workin for a Show

Watching the lovely Annah make sexy music along with The Tumbleweeds and Hurray for the Riff Raff.
I met some fun people here... and a dog that kept trying to lick my face.

I Love BJ's!!!

Out to dinner at BJ's with Chris and Jasha.
Laughing at the footballers.
Also trying not to pay attention to the bouquet of balloons at the other table. *shiver*

Party Break

September 12, 2010:

Aww... Casey and Max in the morning

Watching Bad Girls Club, Jersey Shore, and VMAs.

Party Like a Rock Star

First thought: "How the fuck did I get on the floor?!"

Second thought: "Aww." *Looking at Casey and the dogs sleeping next to me*

Third thought: "Damn, it's only ten. I don't start work for hella long." WRONG!

Back from work.
Ready for round 2!

Watching the beer pong festivities once again.
Eric and I are observing Amanda and voicing her thoughts from the other side of the room.

Outside conversations.
Sorry for the troll, Casey. Although it was hilarious at the time, I feel bad now.
Taking advantage of gullible bitches!

Casey and I were trying to finish everyone's abandoned beers.
Fuckin' waste!

On the Road Again

Here I go again on my own...

Back to Max's for more parties and fun.

My guess is at this moment... I'm blacking out...
Yup. Definitely do not remember this picture at all.

The City By the Bay

Mornings by the smoking window with the creepy boys spying across the courtyard.

Bus ridin'.
Poor Caressa was left sick in bed.

Watching the burning buildings and eating some damn good pasta that Jamie made.
She may shave my head eventually.