what is it you do in new york? well you know... no, i dont.
i took my seat in the kitchen with a vodka tonic and watched. my cousin sneaks onto the porch and smokes a joint, my brother drinks scotch like it's aquafina, my mom keeps refilling the wine glass, and my step father who destroyed his liver years ago still has to reach for the chardonnay after the first hour. my uncle with the napoleon complex picks fights with everyone, bad jokes are told, and then there's always the questions. i mean heather what do you do, we never even see you anymore. why dont you come over more often. hows work. who are you dating. is he cute. i heard you had a yeast infection last month how is that going. ive come to realize that everything my family knows about my life is fictitious, not really because i enjoy being deceptive, it's just easier that way. the only intelligent thing that has ever come out Paris Hiltons mouth: tell people what they want to hear and do whatever you want.
grey is for mousies
shit 2008 is over already? new years eve is always so depressing and then of course there are the amateurs who invade every bar ordering nonsense sugary drinks no one has ever heard of and puking on sidewalks in between their stilettos . i live above a guido infested bar, im making sure im out of the house by 5pm. i can only imagine the horrors that will fill that establishment. just last night i heard frankieeee oh myy gawd i loveeee your car ill totally blow you hun! true class, only found in brooklyn, new york.
oh! i almost forgot. i almost got abducted on christmas eve from a train station. some scary mother fucker tried to get me in his car but i got all brooklyn on his ass and then my brother scared him away. i have to admit, i was mildly disappointed by the rescue. ive been really wanting to mace someone recently.
flickr
myspace
deviant art
Charm and i are going to make movies about nothing when she gets back. im excited. work, partyparty and then the city of angeles next monday. happy new year and shit.
i took my seat in the kitchen with a vodka tonic and watched. my cousin sneaks onto the porch and smokes a joint, my brother drinks scotch like it's aquafina, my mom keeps refilling the wine glass, and my step father who destroyed his liver years ago still has to reach for the chardonnay after the first hour. my uncle with the napoleon complex picks fights with everyone, bad jokes are told, and then there's always the questions. i mean heather what do you do, we never even see you anymore. why dont you come over more often. hows work. who are you dating. is he cute. i heard you had a yeast infection last month how is that going. ive come to realize that everything my family knows about my life is fictitious, not really because i enjoy being deceptive, it's just easier that way. the only intelligent thing that has ever come out Paris Hiltons mouth: tell people what they want to hear and do whatever you want.
grey is for mousies
shit 2008 is over already? new years eve is always so depressing and then of course there are the amateurs who invade every bar ordering nonsense sugary drinks no one has ever heard of and puking on sidewalks in between their stilettos . i live above a guido infested bar, im making sure im out of the house by 5pm. i can only imagine the horrors that will fill that establishment. just last night i heard frankieeee oh myy gawd i loveeee your car ill totally blow you hun! true class, only found in brooklyn, new york.
oh! i almost forgot. i almost got abducted on christmas eve from a train station. some scary mother fucker tried to get me in his car but i got all brooklyn on his ass and then my brother scared him away. i have to admit, i was mildly disappointed by the rescue. ive been really wanting to mace someone recently.
flickr
myspace
deviant art
Charm and i are going to make movies about nothing when she gets back. im excited. work, partyparty and then the city of angeles next monday. happy new year and shit.
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"tell people what they want to hear and do whatever you want."
awesome