Bamboozled, right

This was from last night's party. The I-5, I-10, 15, 20 freeway are ultra ghetto.

miss demeanor

After looking through my folk's Long Beach Polytechnic High School Class of '83 yearbook, I think I have a good idea of what Chris Brown's statement to this whole mess would sound like. Click, click for big big.

0125'09

Winter break for a little over a month could be the worst sentence ever. Some people commit suicide, acts of sodomy, or just go back to school. Winter break wasn't bad at all for me. I admit it was really noice, and I'm not the type (B) to say such a horribly pleasant thing. Oh, and to go back to my normal ways, I just like this picture of MM, but that girl just bugged us a teensy bit. She looks like Benjammin' Franklin plus Bill Clinton, but even Monica can blow the saxophone better then her.

the good, the bad, and the ugly

My Google Earth screenshot view comes to life

People have no life

The eagle has landed

Bittersweet symphony

Make ends meat

24: L.A. is a dirty word in S.F.

A pure bred dawg cautiously pawnders the streets, tailgating the Chavez* fambly. 

Wolverines are fed by Motley Crue's Nikki Sixx.

Boy wonder, one of the 24 performers of the gala, sings "Besame"

A nice ma'am refers to her client as a "weirdo" in the sweetest way ever.

She doesn't belong in this booth, but she's a beaut.

Not to be mistaken with a "No on Prop 8" endorsement. 

(Andy and Citizen's Philip Wood!)

We swapped photos.

No. I would much rather whack you two then these animals.

Just what the doctor ordered. (Rose Apodaca!)

It hasn't struck us like a lightning bolt, but more like thunder.

Not pictured: Diva Dompe of blackblack, and Andrew Andrew.

For the educational tidbits, click here.

You see la noche

10/18/2008

Up to down: Manicured versus grandma blood. Someone pointed out and found the band-aid attached to my ass.

Audit that shit or I'll put you in a home.

When the cat's away, Kat and friends will play.

After some party, Ashley and I lurked for dick's last name. I know, success story. 

This is the most emotion I've ever given off.

105 hymen

you have a place in my blog

 

Just like what you wer down der, I am going to keep this brip. Mali-gay-ang ba-ti! Sorry I was unable to make you a legit card kasi everyone's folks were lovemaking on New Years, kaya there are too many birthdays going on this month.

Look how special you are. Not everyone can be on my blog, despite the fact that there is unlimited space for the multiverse. Well 1024mb in photos to be exact. Now you've joined ranks among different breeds of people and animals, like squirrels and mga ulol. Even though I am cold-blooded, miss insensitive, and I don't give fuck daw, you know what, right ka. I don't care if anyone reads this. You know what though, I do care about...

Now back to my regular blogging agenda.

dustin fucking wong.. isn't even part of this entry

Friday

Take 2. Jesus looks more like Rasputin to me now.

Don't you just wanna put your hands all over this kid?

P.S. I can't PS High Places

Unravel that thread, I'm fed up with pancakes.

 

 

californication

Ryan's Espiritu in California Project, ciao bambino.

Producer Darren Dean and Dir. Sean Baker poorly display a photo all in the espiritu of Ryan.

 Takeout

I have a hunch that Nupuss once viewed mamacaramba for photoblog, no mo

Thursday 9/18

A moment of silence for our friendship. In the future, we'll be talking about the old days, as if we never did. Of course we'll be talking about Blandy and Big Mac, current world affairs, and topics of interest. I'm making us sound good as we know it. I won't go into further details. This doesn't sound like me or anything we'd say to each other, but I am going to miss yawl. I am blessed to have friends who are thrilling. The ones I've met in college just don't do it for me. They don't fulfill my NEEDS.

I really don't think we're going to be as close anymore, even though we've been buddies since Star Wars Elementary days or middle school. We'll probably be too busy pretending that we have lives. Maybe we just won't have a ride, or won't want to pay loans, or won't answer our phones or won't care or will have babies and animal farms. Maybe Eddie and Antica will cross the Croatian bridge together and never make a U-turn. Maybe Eddie will be too good for his own good. Maybe Antica will never get a phone. Maybe Jennifer will host another shindig at my house. Maybe she won't even be able to make it to her own event. Maybe one day, Joyce will finally tell some kinda lie. Maybe Helena will no longer be "so into it," so she'll look to Norbit instead. Maybe Nupur will be too busy with being mellow and break up NupussyKat. Maybe Ashley will be looking for a providing rico after growing dates. Maybe the day will end when we just won't have any juicy gossip to share and trade. Maybe we'll drop those extra pounds and start smelling fresh. Ha, that's not us, crevices. Actually, maybe we'll even be sitting next to one another at a lunch table again.

For some reason, these photos have an eerie mellow vibe. Our Catalina group!

Mike's bike

On the road again

Mike's shop

Sofa king. You're posing the same in two photos, pointster.

"You are ze best driver." is greater than Antica's mom + dad, is less than sisters

Wetzel's Pretzel