if this entry had a title it would be "multifaceciousness, feat. me, and other characters of interest". or mybe just "i'm a fucking character". i don't know. there's a story here.
i loved my mojitos. this is why the moment captured in the photo immediately below this happened.
oh yes. and for the record, that is my bathing suit, not underwear. not that it improves things.
we met many interesting characters in varadero. the woman in the purple thong with hot pink ruffles, i called 'discoball'. she was feisty. i had to pretend to take a picture of my friend nina so that i could capture this poor woman's lack of sense.
i am posing with that hand dryer like it's the coolest thing since sliced bread. i don' know why i was so into it. this was taken in the bathroom by the downstairs bathroom. it was nice. they had flowers all over the place.
another set of characters. the matching outfit couple from vancouver. i asked if i could take a picture with them because they looked so damn cute. they complied only if i smoked the cigar someone had thrust in my hand. it was gross. but i played along. i love people from vancouver.
extreme close-up. i forgot to zoom out. curiously, i like lthe error.
my banana face. it consisted of peeling a banana very slowly and peacefully. then picking a target (usually a male nearby), staring at him intently and seductively. then maliciously and quickly biting off half the banana while making the scrunched up face you see in this photo. this was how i ate my bananas. and i ate a lot of bananas. the behaviour continued until "my varadero dad", a dutch man named 'niko' told me that i need to always eat a banana with integrity. that was on the last day, though, so it was too late.
the last night we had there. i'm with the blondes. everyone told me i stand out. i don't think if that was a good thing, but whatever. the servers at the cuban restaurant gave us cigars and made us pose beneath the giant fighting cocks. they also let us finish the entire bottle of liqour that everyone else only got a small shotglass full of. they loved us. i suspect they only loved the blondes, but i milked the opportunity for what it was worth. that liqour was fucking tasty.
i'm afraid there will be one more picture-filled entry after this. but fear not. after that i will have exhausted my good supply. until i get near a scanner, that is. haha.
hope you enjoyed and endured.
i loved my mojitos. this is why the moment captured in the photo immediately below this happened.
oh yes. and for the record, that is my bathing suit, not underwear. not that it improves things.
we met many interesting characters in varadero. the woman in the purple thong with hot pink ruffles, i called 'discoball'. she was feisty. i had to pretend to take a picture of my friend nina so that i could capture this poor woman's lack of sense.
i am posing with that hand dryer like it's the coolest thing since sliced bread. i don' know why i was so into it. this was taken in the bathroom by the downstairs bathroom. it was nice. they had flowers all over the place.
another set of characters. the matching outfit couple from vancouver. i asked if i could take a picture with them because they looked so damn cute. they complied only if i smoked the cigar someone had thrust in my hand. it was gross. but i played along. i love people from vancouver.
extreme close-up. i forgot to zoom out. curiously, i like lthe error.
my banana face. it consisted of peeling a banana very slowly and peacefully. then picking a target (usually a male nearby), staring at him intently and seductively. then maliciously and quickly biting off half the banana while making the scrunched up face you see in this photo. this was how i ate my bananas. and i ate a lot of bananas. the behaviour continued until "my varadero dad", a dutch man named 'niko' told me that i need to always eat a banana with integrity. that was on the last day, though, so it was too late.
the last night we had there. i'm with the blondes. everyone told me i stand out. i don't think if that was a good thing, but whatever. the servers at the cuban restaurant gave us cigars and made us pose beneath the giant fighting cocks. they also let us finish the entire bottle of liqour that everyone else only got a small shotglass full of. they loved us. i suspect they only loved the blondes, but i milked the opportunity for what it was worth. that liqour was fucking tasty.
i'm afraid there will be one more picture-filled entry after this. but fear not. after that i will have exhausted my good supply. until i get near a scanner, that is. haha.
hope you enjoyed and endured.
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eurisko:
no need to rush over the postcard, im still trying to figure out what to draw for you.
starguitar:
Yeah, banana face makes my day.