Pictures...
Just a few pictures from last Friday...
My friend Holly wearing my kick ass beer hat and I think my dad's saftey glasses from work...Me and Holly went to the skatepark last week. She kicked my ass...
I really don't know what's going on here...this pictures just kinda werid...All I know is that it's me...and the only reason I know that is the metal in the lip...
Here's Cara and 'mustard guy'...what're they looking at? Perhaps...
This!
Or this...it's my friend Lil Dusty...with the lovely Toni in the background...
Here's me...being licked...really kinda wish I remembered this...
Apparentely Sam, Megan, and I took alot of pictures together that night...
So...on to the aftermath...
I found this picture on my camera and had to go look at the deerhead...sure enough, there was a banana on it's head along with sunglasses. I don't know who did that, or took the picture.
I would like to thouroughly thank whomever is responsible for the following...
That pot holds a plant from my uncles funeral. He passed away last November as cancer spread throughout his entire body. My mom spent hours and months tiling the pot that holds it along with a table (which fortunately wasn't outside at the time) for the plant. About half of the leaves were broken off and a few branches. I shit when I found tiles on the ground but found none missing off of the pot. I guess it was just a random tile (as I know there might have been some up there) that got broken. I was also smart enough to move the 2 white chairs my mom recently fixed and painted. The legs were broken off of one at my birthday party so I moved them this time. As you can see from the green pieces scattered all over, I didn't move one of the chairs. Yes, that was once a chair. Someone sat in it, and it broke. No big deal, it was easily fixable. That stuff happens, it was an old chair...my mom likes old stuff. I don't blame that person. On the other hand...the person who decided to pick up the injured chair and proceed to try to beat the shit out of the concrete with it...I do blame them. It can't be fixed now. I hid it hoping my mom wouldn't notice...of course she did...I told her it was broken and awaiting repair...it hasn't a chance of surviving. That's pretty shitty. Also pretty shitty? Some of my pictures of the carnage didn't survive. To whomhomever was eating the Now'N'Later candy that was halfway melted and stuck inside of the package...honestly, why didn't you fold the paper and put it in your pocket? Why didn't you find a trashcan and throw it away. You were drunk...why didn't you just throw the shit down? Was it really necesary to stick those on my walls? But they were there...sticky candy stuck on my walls. Beautiful...I wish I had a picture of it...
Whew...that was fun...a few more things and i'll be through...
Melon-e...I have your lovely N band kid hat...if you'd like it back, you can have it...since Holly gave me my beer hat back...hehe, you said somebody just put it on your head and you didn't know who's it was...
Blake, since you told me I should have done so after the last party, i'm doing so now. You left your Kangol hat at my house. I also have a message for you that I don't know how to get to you other than this. I'm sorry that it has to come to this, but you are no longer welcome at my house whether you have intentions of drinking or not. You know I love ya to death when you're sober man...but when you're drunk you can't control yourself and you can't be controlled. You've caused way to much carnage, destruction, and hurt feelings here and I can't have it here anymore. Sorry it has to be like this.
Everybody else...if I have another party...some of ya's try to show up before 1:30...i'm cool, I promise. And i'll hide everything destructable and have ash trays so I don't have to pick up 18,000 cigarette butts the next day...hah, that's my fault...I really should have thought about that one...Well, it's 2...i've got to be up at 6...I pray it's warmer tomorrow morning because i've got a Honda Shadow that would love to take a road trip to Ruston...