finally a good picture of me

from friday, when i got home late and was drunk:

THE BEST TIME TO DO THIS IS LATE AND DRUNK


I went to a thing tonight at the sweatshop where vice magazine gave us all free beers and they were stubbies and I had five, and that is what fucking MEN do because I am A MAN, ne; TEH MAN.

but I also danced like a fool to cheer Kat up and held Nicole's purse for much of the night, which is not at all what men do but more what duckie does for his molly ringwalds.

ok, brass tacks:

-drinking is much awesomer when free.
when a girl is a good dancer she doesn't want to dance with crazy dancers, they want to dance with men who dance slightly. Even though I am mad good (just ask my sisters or watch me bust the snuggler out all over your dance floors.) I feel ashamed of not being more sexy when I dance, because I think that ultimately that's what a lot of dancing is about, displaying sexual confidence and physical flirting. I find dancing tons of fun, but I know I don't do it right, I don't make connections, I just dance with myself really, a oh oh. from now on, slower, less performing for my friends.
-I love my new phone so much. I love ringtones. Kat's is the milkshake song, Greg's is New buildings by parts and labour, Rayme's is a recording I found of a sheep exploding. s'great. I see this picture when tyler phones me:

and this when Kat calls me and the milkshake song plays.


from saturday:

WE!
WENT!
GO KARTING!




and to the elbow room for breakfast and to a garage sale and it could only have been better if i fell asleep in my carseat afterwards or got to feel up some cheerleaders.

also i am pretty pleased with the image quality of my phone. it's not quite camera good, but it's almost camera good. they're getting there.

and to a guispeaking of pictures, here's collected disposables and my favourite picture of me from lately: