Photos!
So, it's been awhile since i gave a good solid, not needing to be censored because of rastas, picture post.
so, here it goes.
The a-mazing jesse rifkin. does not look like jack. black. the end.
not really the end.
Sonnet is living in the room that was supposed to be Jen Vafs. I'm still sad about jen vaf- but how could living with this person not be fun? just look at her bat-like gravity-defying abilities!
Emily at Of Montreal show
So much love at Of Montreal
amen. don't kill me AK for saying amen. seriously. let's be honest with ourselves here.
the only picture i have of michelle when she was all cracked out on robutussin. She made Dan and me hold her hands. how sweet... psychotic.
J. Rifkin, M. Yu. Thank you.
At Coney Island. Knish and Candy covored apples- these always remind me of berenstein bears.
Taylor Pavlik. For Rita Goodrich.
Jesse and Jenny
Michelle and me
Then we went and saw Pollyphonic Spree--- amazing, seriously. lets all wear robes. if they were a cult- i would join. Also, trombone player- in glasses above--- yeah, im sorta in love with him.
Belle&Sebastian... soooo hot.
Um. I didn't take photos of beck really. i got lazy/tired or something. sorry Rita. but, if it were real life, and not concert life- i coulda taken a few steps and touched him. I probably wouldn't have though- that being uber creepy and all.
Why do i not look like Jamie?
biggest show i ever went to.
Jen Lee. For Brendyn or something.
the end. for real now.
im off to do my physics homework.
The rastas are back in my room, despite the fact they are five terrible roommates. as a result, i pulled out my insence and oil burning candle set- now my room is incredibly illegal. wev.
so, here it goes.
The a-mazing jesse rifkin. does not look like jack. black. the end.
not really the end.
Sonnet is living in the room that was supposed to be Jen Vafs. I'm still sad about jen vaf- but how could living with this person not be fun? just look at her bat-like gravity-defying abilities!
Emily at Of Montreal show
So much love at Of Montreal
amen. don't kill me AK for saying amen. seriously. let's be honest with ourselves here.
the only picture i have of michelle when she was all cracked out on robutussin. She made Dan and me hold her hands. how sweet... psychotic.
J. Rifkin, M. Yu. Thank you.
At Coney Island. Knish and Candy covored apples- these always remind me of berenstein bears.
Taylor Pavlik. For Rita Goodrich.
Jesse and Jenny
Michelle and me
Then we went and saw Pollyphonic Spree--- amazing, seriously. lets all wear robes. if they were a cult- i would join. Also, trombone player- in glasses above--- yeah, im sorta in love with him.
Belle&Sebastian... soooo hot.
Um. I didn't take photos of beck really. i got lazy/tired or something. sorry Rita. but, if it were real life, and not concert life- i coulda taken a few steps and touched him. I probably wouldn't have though- that being uber creepy and all.
Why do i not look like Jamie?
biggest show i ever went to.
Jen Lee. For Brendyn or something.
the end. for real now.
im off to do my physics homework.
The rastas are back in my room, despite the fact they are five terrible roommates. as a result, i pulled out my insence and oil burning candle set- now my room is incredibly illegal. wev.