Fumblings and mumblings
today i mourn the death of many many brain cells lost in a devastating night of tetley's consumption. after mr. hill left, people just kept buying us drinks. including some delicious shooter which name escapes me. something about protestants. the owner of the pub bet me a pint arsenal will lose at anfield dec. 2. to which i reply - you're on SUCKA.
above, an image from the strange-wonderful-awkward oregon wedding i attended. at least i had a fabulous dress. and my oldest friend in the world seems truly happy with her man. so, uh. yeah. the beach was my favorite part. we couldn't sleep the night before. we laid in bed and talked like we were teenagers again and watched the moon-slicked waves by the light of the moon. the beach was really breathtaking and sighmaking. i walked alone out there, searching for something i never found, but it sure was a sight to remember.