party at my house then off to 111 Minna to dance to Biz Markie’s deejay set
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sometimes i owe my frienemy Young money for taking care of camping stuff or when he puts dinner on his card. most of the times, it’s just easier to direct deposit the cash into his checking account since we both have the same bank, so these obnoxious memos for the transactions always come up on his bank statement.

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young got a pair of rats as pets. yeah…wtf

(11:26:35 AM) audrey: where is your rat sleeping
(11:26:43 AM) Young: in their cage in the middle of my apt
(11:27:02 AM) Young: i’m gonna bring them over and have them play on your bed
(11:28:43 AM) audrey: i’ll put down a trail of cheese leading to my toilet bowl
(11:29:03 AM) audrey: and then they’re getting flushed…bigtime
(11:29:36 AM) Young: you’re rude!
(11:29:46 AM) Young: n o brulee for you!
(11:30:21 AM) audrey: rats
(11:31:10 AM) Young: rude and not funny
(11:32:32 AM) audrey: once i flush your rats they can meet Splinter and learn martial arts
(11:32:44 AM) audrey: in the sewer
(11:32:52 AM) Young: and come back and kick your ass for flushing them down the toilet
(11:33:02 AM) audrey: i don’t think so
(11:33:11 AM) Young: big time
(11:33:35 AM) audrey: TMNT are fictional, you spend too much time on the internet

bingo winnings





my new old toy

Midweek on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
Knees you in the groin; elbow in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates

i tried to recreate the Boredoms’ Vision Creation Newsun album cover with mah friends

































my america’s next top model pose and my imitators

here are 3 funny pfeiffer beach pics from young’s camera

i browse the internet on city buildings.

birthday girl alexis mackenzie

katie explains how wii works to john of fecalface.com

“OMG I love Wii”

rest in peace polaroid film

mike: uh huh ok whatsup shutup
audrey: you shut up
audrey: happy valentine’s day. go practice making out with your pillow
mike: go stick some peanut butter in your dogs mouth so he will kiss you
audrey: you’re the one with a dog
mike: i dont need peanut butter
mike: he loves me
mike: did you see juno?
audrey: no
audrey: i’m not into those quirkie indie flicks like you are
mike: dont label me
mike: just cause you like documentarys on cow roping doesnt mean you can hate on my movies
audrey: you’re killing me today
mike: i got off work early im in a good mood
mike: but talking to you is ruining it

i am a dollarnaire

i don’t even know

i don’t think i like headlocks

i recently starting using facebook only so i could play scrabble. anyway, one of my current games is with brian (my former roommate, fellow member of the Outdoorsy Adventure Club and super competitive friend). i lose so much at scrabble that i don’t/can’t care about my track record anymore, i’m deep in the ditches. but it’s extra fun to score big points off of brian cause he gets so mad. young realizes this too, and when he came over to watch project runway tonight, i told him it was my turn against brian on scrabble. he too likes getting brian mad competition wise, the pay off is too big and satisfying. so he looked at my letters and wrote down a million hypothetical combinations so i could get a word with the most points. i didn’t use any of them cause i know brian would accuse me of cheating, but i had to share. i’ve lost so many times during scrabble but there is a certain satisfaction when scoring big against brian because he gets comically angry/belligerent, totally jackie gleason style.

stupid young. i watched all of those jason bourne movies for the first time this past week and got really into it and what did he do? this:

just because in theory i think it’s cool to be able to get a eurothug in a chokehold while cussing him out in french/russian/german/italian or spanish, it does NOT mean i want to marry MOR matt damon.

oh this pic is from a previous soul night not nye

i went to soul night on nye at the elbo which is normally on saturday and it was good times. i haven’t gone since july. i was kinda paranoid that it would be too crowded cause nye is amateur night and people who never go out feel obligated to go out on this night and drink more than they can handle and i hate witnessing drive-by public vomiting, fights on the sidewalk, and drunk driving. but my night turned out a lot more fun than i thought it could be. anyway, soul night here is great because everyone dances - including all the deejays, and they are fun to watch. besides all the great 60s soul 45s, i also think the crowd gets hype and dances because the dj is hyped. and this is not any self-conscious half-ass dancing either, lots of people seriously just spazz out on the dancefloor and aren’t afraid to look foolish. i can dork out and reenact moves from the blues brothers movie if i want to and no one would even notice. not that i would ever do something like that.

they gave out x-ray specs and stupid hats and favors. the crowd crouches down to the floor slow when the song starts to get quiet when paul paul orders them to get on the floor. then everyone jumps up with their arms in the air when the song gets loud again. it is that kind of atmosphere, check it out. i took a mess of pics last night and put together a slideshow because i think i need to start doing that when i have too many pictures.

this right here is probably the funniest thing young has ever done. young is the type of person who thinks he’s funnier than he actually is, so i am really proud of him for once succeeding in an attempt to be funny all the while staying true to his stifling annoying attributes.

somewhat related

9:41 AM me: when i was in the middle of that text message to you talking about emma’s dad’s homemade sausages smelling so good, it was my turn to bowl so i left my phone on the table. brian and katie saw it and thought wtf? like i was texting **** about sausages smelling good and they thought it was some kind of weird sexual thing

9:43 AM Young: HAHAHAHAHA

that’s hilarious

me: i know

they were looking at me weird when i came back to the table after i bowled

9:44 AM Young: aww, i wish i went

me: i had to convince them that i was texting you about real food

ayres, morse code and the homie mike 2600 deejayed the party at milk last friday. serg jumped up and down forever in the count crackula puppet head mask. i had a blast.

mike2600 and herm

herm’s pics

ayres and morsecode

me being a nerd in the club

rosshogg and neta

mike 2600

me and serg

serg drunk and blind and jumping on stage like a maniac