bulletproof tacos

I wish I had my camera cord so I could upload the hundreds of pictures I've taken recently. So good, so good. Yesterday Kaitlin, James, and I had a bbq. The whole thing ended up being a conversation about balls brought on by Kaitlin and all of us not being able to eat our hot dogs and kilbasa without cracking up. Apparently we're starting a band (Bulletproof Tacos) so I made us a band shirt. Kaitlin modeled it. The back can't be seen in the picture, but "Takin' it to Browntown since March 22, 2009" is written across the back. The rest of the bbq consisted of playing bongos singing about things of a sexual nature. Fun shit.

no complaints

cooking good dinners
running into doors
"shables"
sign singing
pizza bagels on st. paul
"welcome back"
where's my tango face
drake and josh go to hollywood
crustsalico
"i wanna pee on cirque du soleil!"
2 dollar breakfast at lexington market
FUCK NORTH CAROLINA
sidewalks are pretty cozy
danielle john clark chicken stuff
fire escape days
mstrfrkt?! ya like mstrkrft?!?!?!?
french cigarettes

shit's good.

I had an interview yesterday. I'm 99% sure it went well enough to get hired. I applied somewhere else too today which also looks like it has good possibility. I need more of my things. I have been here over a month now and am still living off of a bag that was packed for only a week long visit. I'm craving beer. Or vodka. Both would be better.

Apparently Kaitlin and I got our picture taken at the Death Set show on Friday. She put it best... "oh jeeze. that second bottle of vodka wasn't a good look."

nbvhrg

I have never been in so much physical pain after a night of drinking. I also haven't blacked out for more than five minutes in a few years. Last night I lost a solid hour... at least. After Friday night Kaitlin and I decided we should stay in and recover.... until about 9 last night we got bored and decided to go out. Got to Shorty's in Bmore and ended up at Paradox with James and Kaitlin. I ran into a door and fell which I'm sure is why I can't move my leg without being in pain. Danced til 6am. Threw up in the Royal Farms parking lot, and the last thing I remember is laying down on the sidewalk outside James' place and insisting I sleep there. Today we actually stayed in.

Job interview Tuesday. If I get it it's celebration time with vodka who's in.

insanity.

So much shit last weekend. Started the night at Shorty's with Kaitlin and an irish car bomb, 3 shots, and 2-3 beers. Welcome Back was played for me and we danced our faces off. Apparently I wasn't drunk enough for being back home so shots were poured. Went to Windup Space with Kaitlin and James. More shots were poured along with Stoli drinks, and for some reason the last hour i was dancing with random bohs in my hand and don't know where they came from. Ended up at some party with Johnny and Mark and Kaitlin doesn't remember the cab ride. Which is why I love her. Ended up at Marks place with the community beer pile and a disposable camera photoshoot took place. Woke up drunk. Two dollar breakfasts at Lexington Market. Spent a good chunk of the day smoking cigs on a fire escape watching the crazy wheelchair people fly through the alleyway. Taxlo, met up with Johnny, danced and danced. Found our way to Marks. Don't know how. Found Kaitlin the next day still drinking because she's a beast and sat outside smoking cigs all day again. Talking about popcorn adler and laughing our faces off. I love my best friend.


More to come.