I can do without a lot of things,
But I can't live without grilled cheese.

(Repeat)

(This is the password. For the treehouse. You have to say it like you mean it or it won't work.)

If you got it, better crop it

In honor of pioneers in the field who have gone before us, I present to you:


CROPTEMBER

*December 2009.
*Me.
*A crop top every calendar day.
*Pictures to prove it.



Stay tuned. I think this could be huge.


P.S. I know, I know. Croptober sounds better but I just thought of it today.
P.P.S. Who's coming with me???

Mo money mo problems, or so the proverb goes. I'll take Biggie's word for it, but why isn't no money no problem?

Crpytwalking

The other day, I was driving down Grand in Chinatown with my window down, not really listening to music and in the pause between the songs I heard live music. Horns. I looked and half a block down the street was a band,  meandering toward me. Not a marching band but a dozen old men in black suits walking slowly.  The song sounded like some old ragtime number and at first I tried to remember if it was a holiday. Then I saw the police car leading the men and I knew. Saville asked me what was happening. I told him it was a funeral procession and that that meant someone died. His face expressionless, he asked "Who died?"  Just then the hearse passed. On the roof was a large floral arrangement with a photo in the center. I pointed and said "Some old Asian man." He turned his head to watch as much as his seatbelt would allow and then said, "I wanna hear the pokerface song." 


I suppose indifference is hereditary.    

Signage

A brief recap in photos: Part 3

Halloween Take 2:









(I think I'm most proud of me working a crop-top into a panda costume. And I didn't puke or cry that night.)

A brief recap in photos: Part 2

The Costume:



The making


The mess


The aftermath

(This is the only photo I have as a raccoon. The panda was better documented. Likewise, while it is possible to find Bianca's kangaroo in the annals of facebook, her kitty lives on only in our collective memories, which are hazy at best.)

A brief recap in photos

Pre-cation:

Went on a date with a real lady.


Jackup came over. Showed me his transformation into a real lady.



I became briefly obsessed with the idea that someone is squatting under my house. Two of the screens were mysteriously removed.


Stickers for a good boy.

I should probably call this "I have a drinking problem." Or maybe "I have an imagination problem." But I'll settle for "I Have a Dream."

I had a lucid dream last night. Probably the most extensive one I've ever had. I was at work and things were weird. The uniforms were different and some coworkers that had quit years ago were working. I thought 'Shit. A lot has changed in a week.' Then I saw Michelle Clark who is a girl from high school with the same birthday as me. Since she still lives in my hometown, when I saw her, I knew I was dreaming and I said out loud* 'If I'm dreaming, then I'm gonna fly, you guys!' So I did. I flew all over and felt happy and proud of myself. The shitty part was that I spent the whole time looking for someone. I kept thinking 'It's your fucking dream. Manifest!' but I couldn't find them anywhere. When I woke up I was mad at Ashley for letting me drink so much. One line from Skeelo's I Wish was repeating itself in my head:

Even in my dreams I can't scheme a way to make you mine.




That is all.




*I said it aloud in my dream. I'm not sure if I said it aloud in my bedroom. I'd ask Jack (my boo) but that's how I got in trouble in the first place.

If I die tomorrow, someone please have my photos developed.