jim and i stumbled upon this photo in my cellphone gallery tonight with no recollection of it being taken.
yes yes, this is actual evidence from mission sparks and its success and leaving us all with hazy memories, bruised bodies and broken bathroom handles.
i'm taking a new approach at things, maybe i'm gonna start getting up more often to get things for myself or just stop letting situations suffocate me. or maybe realizing that caring is starting to fail me.
i like to think of the better parts of my disastrous week/weekend- for the most part it reached its goal of nonsense and good company:
-scarsdale climbs the charts higher with another bomb threat that allowed for homemade french toast a la landry to be made for boys and girls along with several rants and obsessive recalling of a certain big butts in the west volume two?
-mission sparks accomplished with no planned O.C but a lot of other ridiculous actions best left to the hazy back memories of my brain.
-saturday morning trip to greenpoint with my father and maya for basquiat, and along with absorbing my polish heritage, buying sausage and tea and consuming the bestest of thai food.
we also drove by my father's old apartment on diamond st. where he recalled his college days of roaches for room mates.
-or now the constant feeling of having a big booger in my nose but it actually being metal.
in conclusion, all successful and with a continual week of an empty afternoon house, i demand company from more of you.
but either way i gots a frozen egg roll waiting to be consumed tomorrow.