miharu

In a fit of sadomasochism (in that it's painful for me to do and it's painful for people to endure), I posted a few old pictures of me in the interest of showing people what my face actually looks like. Or looked like, because they're old and from when I was rocking the chunkstyle.

I should be fair and take some decent photos to post up, but I'm very lazy and I can't be trusted with a camera.

Last night I went to Fridays' in Fullerton with some friends to watch them get drunk while I sipped on chick drinks with ice cream in them (which made me feel like crap later because of all the dairy, woo hoo!) The best part was listening to the squealie-girls in the bathroom scream about how they were "so fucking 21" and "so fucking drunk." It was awesome. Did I mention that all five of them were wearing the same outfit and red feather boas? Yup.


My husband (still trying to get used to calling him that) likes floofy drinks. He refers to how drunk he is by saying how much his framerate is dropping, and that's why I love him.


The return of B-Money. Bryan is the whitest black man on the planet until he gets drunk, then he's representin' and keepin' it real. He also likes floofy drinks.

Sweet Jesus, my camera phone leaves something to be desired.