I fall to pieces.

I am getting sick again. This is bullshit.




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What is not bullshit? NYE was legit. I didn't see everyone, but some people saw everything, if you know what I mean. Here's some free association about said last day of the year:

Champagne
Peter-Pan-haircut-having-bitch
Overly hoe-like dancing in the windows of said Peter Pan's house
Bernard the elf
Barefoot walks
The psychology of low self esteem
Magic Gas


Thanks.

Oh, and here's how we looked:


You can't see it, but I'm wearing the last croptop of the year of our lord two thousand and nine.

Things I said I'd leave behind in oh-ten:
Beards
Booze
Facebook
Anything smokeable
My overwhelming attachment to stuff

Can you guess how I'm fairing?

Maybe it's my love for Bill Murray(s)...

I have written a script. I plan to play the lead role in Groundhogs Day 2.

Look. There's that purse. That red floor. That girl and her croptops.




How boring.

I carry it everywhere

I've had it like three years and it's in most photos that I'm in.

It's contents on any given night:
*Seven lippies (chap/lipstick, lip balm/gloss/plumpers)
*A tattered red wig
*12 reciepts from various classy establishments (7-11, the DMV, Garage Pizza, the 99 Cent Store, Fix, CVS, etc)
*At least one chamera
*A to do list with items no one should have to write down to remember (Shower, Go to Work, Try Not To Die in Sleep)
*A bottle of Vueve (this is a good night)
*28 pens


Thanks.

Merry Cropmas

From the Gepson sisters.

Missed Connectionz...

...are my favorite things ever. Missed crops, not so much. Here's one.



Xxxmas eve.

Wordz

"I can't believe him. He's such a dick."
"Yeah. But I LOVE dick."