mrginger

Portland, you're cold to me, let me hold you.
I didn't realize Holocene on a Saturday night was so butch. But it felt good to smoke out those boyish girls.
They can be pretty cute.
Then it was Sassy's.
Its amazing how much money you can spend in $1 increments.

I ate one of the best breakfasts ever at 2:30 in the morning last night.
3 eggs over medium, homefries, and the crispiest perfectest bacon.
Wtf was the name of that place?

Today.
Fuck.
Today, I'm in pain.
I gotta have a double bloody,ibuprofen, and breakfast again.
Maybe bangers and mash at the Horse Brass.
Then a massive doobie and a vitamin water.
Then more water.
Then some water.

I wish I knew more people in PDX. Dancers dig a flirt, but they have stage names. Maybe my pants aren't tight enough for the town. I'll go look at it from Tabor.

Here's some shit I'm feeling:






Tonight I'll go to Bebatti's Pan to see some friends of mine from Humboldt perform some homegrown reggae. Ishi Dube if you're into it.
Tomorrow I'll go to Seattle to visit a friend and attend a B-Boy event of some kind.
I'm going to try to hit up the SCIFI museum too.

What I'm reading right now: