Oh boy I think I've totally lost my marbles these days. Really.
Golden teats.
Me and my lady, the artist formerly known as Antietam.
I love us cause we eat 4-egg omlettes and mountains of hashbrowns before photoshoots.
There are balls by my face.
I can tie my shoes!
Look at my gigantic breasts!!!
(All pictures courtesy of Frank Petronio)
My foot is all fucked up cause I drank way too much last night and I dropped a big wrought iron chair on it. I also rolled down the hill about ten times, made obscene hand gestures at Gia, let my shoulder leeeaaannn and ranted and raved about Vicodin on my front porch which I'm sure the neighbors were thrilled about. Then I went on a totally inappropriate confessional texting rampage. And I was still drunk til about....1:30 this afternoon. Yayuh!
I get super stoked about books. It's pretty ridiculous. Going to the library was the highlight of my day. This is what happens when your mama is a librarian. While other kids were playing video games and watching TV and having friends and stuff, my little ass was reading. I recently reread one of my favorite books, The Secret Life of Bees:
If you haven't read it, you should probably get on that. It's beautifully written, and funny, and touching and it makes me wish I could be transported into their little world and drink sweet tea and make honey and touch the heart on Our Lady of Chains. Anyway, I got four regular books and three cookbooks today! Cooking! MMMM! I love cooking too. Come over, I'll make you fat with my vegetarian delights!.
I'm going to see my girlfriend on Saturday with my FAMILY (my big brother Destro, my mom aka Gia, and my English brother aka Nick):
What a babe. Waaaay more attractive than Jessica. I got a knockoff of that Alexander McQueen scarf she's wearing at freaking Wet Seal for like $7 or something. Sweeeeeeet. Everybody loves a good bargain.
My foot hurts. Time for bed.
Love,
BigBabyJesus Suicide
(also known as Monroe)
Golden teats.
Me and my lady, the artist formerly known as Antietam.
I love us cause we eat 4-egg omlettes and mountains of hashbrowns before photoshoots.
There are balls by my face.
I can tie my shoes!
Look at my gigantic breasts!!!
(All pictures courtesy of Frank Petronio)
My foot is all fucked up cause I drank way too much last night and I dropped a big wrought iron chair on it. I also rolled down the hill about ten times, made obscene hand gestures at Gia, let my shoulder leeeaaannn and ranted and raved about Vicodin on my front porch which I'm sure the neighbors were thrilled about. Then I went on a totally inappropriate confessional texting rampage. And I was still drunk til about....1:30 this afternoon. Yayuh!
I get super stoked about books. It's pretty ridiculous. Going to the library was the highlight of my day. This is what happens when your mama is a librarian. While other kids were playing video games and watching TV and having friends and stuff, my little ass was reading. I recently reread one of my favorite books, The Secret Life of Bees:
If you haven't read it, you should probably get on that. It's beautifully written, and funny, and touching and it makes me wish I could be transported into their little world and drink sweet tea and make honey and touch the heart on Our Lady of Chains. Anyway, I got four regular books and three cookbooks today! Cooking! MMMM! I love cooking too. Come over, I'll make you fat with my vegetarian delights!.
I'm going to see my girlfriend on Saturday with my FAMILY (my big brother Destro, my mom aka Gia, and my English brother aka Nick):
What a babe. Waaaay more attractive than Jessica. I got a knockoff of that Alexander McQueen scarf she's wearing at freaking Wet Seal for like $7 or something. Sweeeeeeet. Everybody loves a good bargain.
My foot hurts. Time for bed.
Love,
BigBabyJesus Suicide
(also known as Monroe)
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Nice photos, though. I didn't think your frame could support another person, however lithe and womanly, piggyback, though. IMPRESSIVE.
What were you (faux?) drinking, though? Beer? Sarsparilla?... Cider (as the Euros call it)?
Also: good album -- nay, great album -- from when you were in sixth grade, or sumpin', is Propellerheads - decksanddrumsandrocknroll. Bang on!