i miss LA.
edited to add.. the only reason this photo is so utterly fabulous is because ericallen took it. that's the only reason at all.
i came back to a messy house and a fucking snowstorm. i decided to take a self declared snow day today and get some shit done, but i've been pretty unproductive up until this point. i can't believe i still have another year in this place. i really might go insane. i need something new in my life. jadakiss is so happy to see me though! i actually think he might be more happy to see my bed. he's been burrowing under the blankets and snoring since i brought him back last night.
LA was fucking fantastic. I told Sloane that the recipe for a perfect spring break goes a little something like this:
jameson, amoeba records, $100 ed hardy bomber jackets (for those of you who know ed hardy shit, you know his bombers are usually upwards of $500), some fucking hot ladies (sloane, Adahlia, Taye, Helena, Flux, LizaRose, Anarchie and Lyxzen to name only a few), good sushi everywhere i go, disneyland, $4 bloody mary bars, getting naked with Anarchie and getting to make out with her after constant begging, yelling at mofo's at the scientology/psychiatry kills museum, new fucking ink by devon blood, the drawing room and their $5 potent fucking drinks, kittens named tori spelling, quality time with Girlie and NBK66 who are handsdown the hottest married couple around, more jameson, blaring "i got a man" with the top down, getting to see LizaRose dance, SG Radio with Missy and the sexiest motherfucker ever Lizzi, and a couple pretty long phone conversations with a cute boy.
best spring break recipe ever, you say? i bet you've never had one like that.
It aparently started pouring in LA after I left. Sloane sent me a text message that said "LA is crying because you left." For serious I bet it was. I think it fell in love with me. and the feeling is totally mutual.
Any city that has a hip hop station totally dedicated to old school has my vote fo reals. that shit was the bomb.
Dear LA,
You can kidnap me any day now. I miss your sunny skies and your record stores. I don't miss your scientologists though. You can make them drink some punch or something. oh no i didn't.
xo
wendy.
ps.
help computer.
edited to add.. the only reason this photo is so utterly fabulous is because ericallen took it. that's the only reason at all.
i came back to a messy house and a fucking snowstorm. i decided to take a self declared snow day today and get some shit done, but i've been pretty unproductive up until this point. i can't believe i still have another year in this place. i really might go insane. i need something new in my life. jadakiss is so happy to see me though! i actually think he might be more happy to see my bed. he's been burrowing under the blankets and snoring since i brought him back last night.
LA was fucking fantastic. I told Sloane that the recipe for a perfect spring break goes a little something like this:
jameson, amoeba records, $100 ed hardy bomber jackets (for those of you who know ed hardy shit, you know his bombers are usually upwards of $500), some fucking hot ladies (sloane, Adahlia, Taye, Helena, Flux, LizaRose, Anarchie and Lyxzen to name only a few), good sushi everywhere i go, disneyland, $4 bloody mary bars, getting naked with Anarchie and getting to make out with her after constant begging, yelling at mofo's at the scientology/psychiatry kills museum, new fucking ink by devon blood, the drawing room and their $5 potent fucking drinks, kittens named tori spelling, quality time with Girlie and NBK66 who are handsdown the hottest married couple around, more jameson, blaring "i got a man" with the top down, getting to see LizaRose dance, SG Radio with Missy and the sexiest motherfucker ever Lizzi, and a couple pretty long phone conversations with a cute boy.
best spring break recipe ever, you say? i bet you've never had one like that.
It aparently started pouring in LA after I left. Sloane sent me a text message that said "LA is crying because you left." For serious I bet it was. I think it fell in love with me. and the feeling is totally mutual.
Any city that has a hip hop station totally dedicated to old school has my vote fo reals. that shit was the bomb.
Dear LA,
You can kidnap me any day now. I miss your sunny skies and your record stores. I don't miss your scientologists though. You can make them drink some punch or something. oh no i didn't.
xo
wendy.
ps.
help computer.
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anyway iv'e never meet anyone who doesnt' love L.A. so the place is bascially the shit. and I need to make travel plans.
what the hell is that white guy doing to that black kid...probably thinks he's stealing.
later.