Nothing is sacred

Never going back again

About a year ago, I think, I was at a party in San Francisco where Sam and Aaron peed off the roof and the fog ruined the blow-out that I trekked all the way to Richmond to get and there was a guy in full "mixologist" regalia and I just wished he'd pour my fucking whiskey-ginger ale and be done with it and there was a giant pot of lentil soup (OF COURSE) and I may or may not have puked on a coffee table and in the morning we drove back across the Bay Bridge probably listening to that Lush tape and Sam and I went back to bed for several more hours

I liked that. Too bad for everything else.

Confession

I keep trying to transition this blog over to Tumblr and it never quite works out

Waters

2006

"SO BASICALLY my life revolves around what to eat, where to eat and with whom to eat. What more can I say?"

I'm going through my old Livejournals and while a lot has changed (lol at all indie pop everything, being part of a community for "summer goths," and once being called "a brilliant student of literature" by one of my professors), some things have stayed exactly the same.

Pecan buds doe