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This just deserved reposting.
Also: "humpdicating" is the word of the day.

This journal also requires a shoutout and general love-sending to TheRedBaron for forcing me to wake up from my nap at 10pm to bring me the FRUiTS book which I have, without exaggeration, desired thoroughly for years.


I go home tomorrow until Sunday, so my activity will probably be le le low. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I will be far too busy interacting with certain very special members in what I affectionately refer to as "RL." So, to put it kindly, having more fun than you.

Now that I've given you all your Recommended Daily Allowance of Bitch, I present pictures. If you don't want to see things that people have gone on record as being forced to vomit from cuteness, I provide you with an alternate picture so you don't have to feel you are missing out:


by: Lexie

Pictorals from last weekend:

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Now you, yes, you, can get an up close and personal look at the brains behind the Best Damn Camping Trip Ever! Also co-starring: My chin and my awesome disco ball from Sphinx.

But, as you may or may not have guessed, the weekend did not consist exclusively of Hot Up-Nose Picture Taking...


No, no, no, nothing like that!!

More like this:
(I was solids, in case you can't tell )


I'm also extremely needlessly amused by the table being bearing a plaque that says "Minnesota Fats." I want to be a gangster from MN just so that can be my name. What would your gangster name be?


and maybe some of this:


...because when it's a lazy Sunday morning and there's sunlight streaming through your window and the whole world feels like it's quietly at peace what the hell is there to be done but snuggle? I ask you.

Also: MAJOR big-time cool points to anyone from my sordid past who recognizes that book in the background.

...and sometimes I would give him some alone time to snuggle with muppets. Because a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

---management claims no responsibility for vomit---

Anyway nothing could possibly be as cute as this!!!:


Conversation:
my friend: that is fat, gross, and gluttonous
me: kind of like me. well, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.

Here are some pictures of my newly made AWESOME room, and also my new bangs. I ♥ free haircuts.

My room went from this:



To this PALACE OF AWESOME:

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OMG YOU ARE SO JEALOUS OF MY SHEETS!
Anakin Skywalker/Pod Racing + Vintage E.T. = UNBEATABLE




I wish I had a better shot of the homemade dinosaur shrinky dinks that are on either side of the Love Triceratopses. What's the plural of triceratops? I unno.


my favorite part
(Twinkie, this one's for you and our mutual excessive (never) love of hearts ♥ )


the top row of Polaroids is all pictures from the second SG East Coast Par-tay! I ♥ you ladies


Posters $3.95 courtesy of Wal-Mart. I ♥ you, Evil Big Business!


Noteworthy: Drawing by Kelland (the super colorful one towards the lower right)


Only an allosaurus is cool enough to get on top of Miss May 1977.


My photobooth picture collection. Guest-starring a Polaroid of Isadora and Antimony wrestling on my bedroom floor
Yes the one below it does say "Smoke crack worship Satan" and thank you for noticing.

Here's me attempting to look way too cool for you! but mostly just looking nauseous.



And here's me modestly acknowledging that my new bangs make me look like a fucking ROCK STAR.



And speaking of my new bangs, here they are being [way too cool for you!






And...at long last...my new favorite T-shirt! Courtesy of the one, the only, jonnytrrrash7!


(I'm trying to imitate the tomato's big cheesy grin, but again mostly just looking vaguely nauseous)


It's funny cuz I hate tomatos! Tomatoes? I am clearly bad with pluralslslsls.

My top 3 favorite T-shirts are now:
- my modest mouse T-shirt
- the tomato T-shirt
- my turquoise T-shirt that has printed in a hideous shade of yellow that makes grown men weep:
Make like a banana and split!

...which I must now do.


I bid you all good day.




BONUS PICTURE!


I bought this plastic frog yesterday afternoon while drunk at the dollar store. He's my new obsession.