i'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket
i'm 22 now and its double the fun but double the work.
to make money i gotta be doing 2 places as once but its a good thing i don't have the two faces cuz then i'd just be really tired and much more confused with myself.
party party picnic was pretty much fuckin' picturesque i look at all these people in my life and i realize i must've done something pretty karma-friendly because they are damn fine and their personalities pretty like punch and in the end they'd take a bullet or a punch in the face for me, even if it messed up their bone structure permanently. i have this constant fear that i'll never be able to show them how much i truly appreciate the grand capacity they all have to put up with me but i think my intentions are well placed and satisfactory.
pictures are up below and i made them tiny but feel free to click to enlarge especially to see the inside of bubbles or nick's mamacita bandana.
lotsa other stuff some bubble tea mmm strawberry and astrology discussion i'm in love with this polish saxophone player i think and a few french bulldogs holy shit they are beautiful the lower east village is dirty like your mom after a few margaritas and i cannot stop eating sushi. its getting serious.
i want to boycott all mexican imported beer but i can't until all the domestics stop disappointing me with their banal nature, their benign attitudes, and their puppy love low carbohydrate awkard bullshit. damn imports raised my standards. i shake my fist at you and feign uppereastside haughty indifference.
oh so this is funny i have a bourgeous mp3 player but my proleteriot laptop refuses to cooperate so i'm stealing friends' music and bc i can't figure out the damn program i took all of jess' kids songs accidently so my playlist goes like this
duran duran
outkast bombs over baghdad
oh holy night
joss stone
the farmer in the dell.
think about that shit.
a.
posted by AmyMihyang @ 11:52 PM
2 Comments:
well i just turned 22 and 1/2 its at least 4.37 times the work and only (6^2)-3 times the fun.
(i have no idea what that amounts to but i'm sure if you ask paul he would be able to tell you)
i can barely be in one place at a time without wanting to play the mix heavy medication and hard liquor game.
(not realy but it sounds so dramaticly Emo and you know how much i love those sad sad boys)
party picnic was again the most brilliant idea ever concieved by man or asian.
(too bad Central Park bathroom design was done by somone not nearly as brilliant or asian)
PS i just baught a sexy green naglene[sic] bottle from target for a dollor expressly for the use of contaning alcohloic beverages
i'm still suprised there are people who will put up with me.
(some days i don't even want to deal with my bitchy pesimism)
i will have to share some of the pictures i took as soon as i take them out of my camera
(PS i would always buy a picture from you, three even, and then i would save them till you becam a famous, actres-photographer-lover and they became worth milions because you took them and then when you died i would donate them to a museam so that they could do a huge retrospecive on you, but mostly for the tax write off)
i'm sory but bubble tea still frightens me but being addicted to sushi is fine
(tapioca is just and unnatrual alien egg trying to explode out of my somach and make babies in my face)
i love the class warfair going on in the world of your Mp3 player and i hope that some big iPod comes in and liberates them so that they can have freedom and democracy like we do.
(i'm sory i just watched two episodes of the daily show with my dad the huge leftist hippy, one of them had howard dean on but he didn't yell)
i've been loading my dads music onto my big new hard drive of music fun and now i can go from the offspring to bob dylan to spamalot
(wich i got no thanks to miss sandella[sic] who was supposed to burn me that copy long before i graduated)
ok thats enugh from me
good luck with mexican beer and american boys and any combination of the two
Love
-Greenie-
(6^2)=36
36-3=33
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