Disneyland is my all time favorite place on planet earth; I'm just a perpetual 10 year old with the legal identification to properly sustain my alcoholism.

I visited said second home for Halloween this year, because I never have before. Plus 4 years in between visits is fuck-absurd, much like being cut off cold from a crack cocaine habit. 4 years ago eating vegan at Disneyland was difficult, at best. This time around I am so damned impressed with how many alternative options there are in the parks, not to mention at sit-down restaurants. My vegan picks are at the end of this blog. First onto super fun times:

and now: BRONSON'S VEGAN GUIDE TO DISNEYLAND

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Exhibit C:

Exhibit D:

Exhibit E:

Something way cool: in Tomorrowland all the plants are edible. If you look closely you'll notice rows of purple cabbage, kale, bok choy, chard, chilies, rosemary, sage and several other plant yummies. To make Tomorrowland more "Tomorrow-y" they wanted to envision a future where urban settings could double as sustainable farms.

I didnt get any photos, because I was too busy having THE BEST TIME EVAAAR. Sheeeit.

we are the life of any wedding reception. we also do kid's parties.



i drink the PBR to get the party going!

we dress alike, purely by accident. it's pretty disgusting.

happiest camper on the earth. i die with excite!

2 weeks ago, i was approached by the most beautiful man i've ever seen in my entire life; we have been inseparable ever since.

one smile, and i was his.

/ the end.

OCTO UPDATE!
some fresh out the box type cutty snaps for your eyeballs to get down on:

@day10

a friend of mine put it best: "deep and dry, the days are having their way with me."

on more positive notes, booked my flight, my room and all my classes for APP conference fuckshow extravaganza 2011 yesterday. june, come get on me. fast and hard.

i went to michigan on vacation over the weekend. yes folks, you read that right. michigan. for a vacation. in february. mind you, i've never been exposed to snow in my whole life. or the state of michigan. scurry. but i packed my big girl panties, as well as about 18 thousand layerables.

the trip started off solid with me scoring like a motherfucker, my own row of seating to kick it and drink my ass off.


i get wasted when i fly to places...


not because i'm scared of flying, no, it's because i'm a damned dirty drunk.

though i was not aware that there was a tundra in the midwest, i feel i have been served by great state of nebraska.


somewhere over illinois. the sunset on the snow was so dope.


then i landed in chicago. where i was quickly slapped with the harshest of realities, that i was indeed going to be spending the weekend in little siberia...


after landing in lansing and basically knocking over an entire terminal of people to get outside and breathe some smoke into my lungs after almost 8 hours, i realized that i was standing in 18 degrees in a hoodie and a scarf and it really wasn't bad. bitch, don't doubt me.

i woke up to this the next day...


the rest of the trip was a just a blur of sleep, eating the most unhealthy of food, watching movies and drinking heavily.





sick icicles, brah.


we put on our best shank-faces for this photo.




i took so many retarded pictures of snowy things, that most people probably never look twice at...like my samba prints in the fresh snow dust.



leaving sucked. for real. it was 80 degrees at home the entire time i was gone and, well, fuck that, i missed the snow and the people before i even boarded my plane home.

roadworn and weary.


coming home after a killer fucking time always kinda breaks my heart...but it is comforting to see familiar things.


not to mention my very attention-starved little princess...


you stay classy michigan, i look forward to being deep inside of you again soon.

the end.

damed dope octopus cutting by Neek Boggs







sorry for the photos. they bring the jank to the fullest.

babies suck.
tatty zapped by Adam Shrewsbury.