tabi

home friday night with 22 ounces of my girlfriend stella.



edit:

i was invited by an old friend from high school's girlfriend (she and i still hang every so often) to come to a party of her's tomorrow night, where she told me, it's basically going to be a dumont high metalhead gang reunion (i was never a metal head, they were the only clique that i was cool with, all the art kids were wannabes and tried too hard for my liking) i've been spending the last 45 minutes thinking of how i'm going to dress/do my hair/do my makeup etc for tomorrow to impress everyone about how much i have changed since high school.

then i realized that i look different from then anyway by a whole bunch, so no matter what i do i'll look better than i did. it made me feel better.