fellinibird

sooo i'm having a party at my house this friday. come. costumes mandatory. alcohol provided. all i ask is that you bring me a blunt, or a kiss (with tongue).

going to cahoots tonight. drinks on meeee. but only if you're drinking bourbon. i won't pay for any lesser liquors.

party at zanzabar this saturday. djs. shitshow. come

party next friday. warehouse. costumes. prince terrence. okdeejays. come.

party next saturday, double birthday extravaganza. blunt train. keg from new albanian brewing company, community dark. djs. pbrs. come.

let's see if my body makes it to november, shall we?

what elseee. i might be working at why louisville soon. or at an amazing new counter eatery called potstickers. the chef is going to be on iron chef. shit's taaastay.

sometimes i wonder what my life would be like if i wasn't constantly on the prowl for something/someone, and then i think that it just wouldn't be half as fun. i like the chase, what can i say? i like the thrill. and i love multi-tasking. for good or ill, boy do i love it. i pretend to be nothing i'm not.

here's a great song on my way out (i'm mostly posting this bit for Matter):




OH AND A BIG SHOUTOUT TO Lanemeyer and Mizoo. I'm pretty sure you all get to see eachother tomorrow, and that makes me so happy for both of you. Best to you two, always.