My costume is finished!

I’m Bjork when she wore that dead swan dress to the Oscars a few years ago. Now all I need is a baby to carry around with me and I’ll punch anyone who tries to take a picture of me.

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This search tool is amazing. It automatically pulls images from Flickr with the exact color palette of your choice!

las vegas, bingo, more county fairin, eating drinking, beach housing (right arrow to advance)

this is almost too embarassing to share but it also makes me laugh like a maniac in my head. i was on my friend’s roof the other nite to enjoy some fresh air which unintentionally turned into us “playing Rear Window”. we noticed that there was a quiet party in one of the windows directly across and in a half drawn shaded window next door, 2 sets of extremely large bare calves in athletic ankle socks were pacing around the floor closely, possibly about to get down. lights out, no action. we kept talking about how these were the biggest calves we’d ever seen and tried to figure out which ones belonged to a man or a woman, or whether they were same-sex calves. i proceed to take pictures of a few buildings because the lighting is ethereal at that hour in cameraland.

anyway, the next day i take a look at the pictures and in one of them, something seems a little off.

i’m getting a weird vibe looking at it. i zoom in closer, and oh my god! i think there is a guy in there.

and oh my god, he’s staring right at me. looking all retired porno actor in a robe with nothing underneath? could it be? this dude is MY personal Raymond Burr. and it was around 1:30am so it seemed a majority of the neighbors were asleep. seemed.

haha! just when you think you’re alone, there is a naked dude in a robe quietly staring at you.

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the ramones, cheap champagne and digital pictures of my friends and fam is what is standing between me and super sulker mode this neglected bingo night. folks who criticize the ramones for being idiot savants (who only talked about hamburgers and male prostitution) end up underestimating their power to make anyone, even Debbie Downer, stupid pumped for retarded behavior. Stupid pumped like you were a toddler who just ate a box of donuts. I love The Clash but they couldn’t make me escape quite like the Ramones. Ay Romeo! I don’t wanna go down to the basement

remember when i posted about being addicted to making these readymech paper dolls a while back? now they are back with a bunch of downloadable pdfs for making your own functional pinhole camera! pick em up picklehead, they look nice.

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on flickr. just testing out a new pic player so there isn’t scrolling for days.

i left my house this morning to get coffee and there were a zillion people in the street and a bunch of drum sounds. i forgot today was the annual carnaval grand parade which is one of 2 major parades in the mission, the other being the day of the dead one. i couldn’t cross the street so i just stuck around and watched the fun and took pics with my phone.

this weekend i went down to the central valley aka the midwest of california to visit my dad cause he’s had some hardcore heartwork and can’t travel for awhile. also it was my lil brother’s prom night? that was surreal. he’s about 10 feet taller than i remember. my dad gave me a tiny leo pendant which is his sign. not really the kind of gal that is into astrology but i was pretty touched

grampa grandma uncle uncle aunt dad