with abigail_nicole
So Kentucky is actually not full of bluegrass and bare-footed hillbillies.
What it's full of is trees. And mountains.
Nicole lives on a cliff. Her driveway is at, like, a thirty-degree angle to the ground. It's scareh.
We've been taking pictures of ourselves all afternoon. Well, actually, first we had lunch in Lexington, which is where I flew in. A pizza place in an old church-turned-synagogue(-turned, obviously, pizza place.)
Pretty sweet.
I may post some of the pictures later. She gave me a hat in exchange for the hat I gave her, so now, instead of having no black hats with which to keep up with Mac and Lindsey, I have two.
She also crocheted me arm thingies, like the fishnets those emo kids have. I feel pretty scene right now.
I'm not in the mood for long paragraphs.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
(Nicole says it's because I'm on her computer and she never types long paragraphs. I think it's because I just got done writing a huge-ass post on Prodigy.)
We're singing Elton John! (Or rather, she's singing and I'm typing, but I WAS singing.)
We're going to become gay men together and wear silly glasses.
There's already a picture of me that makes me look like one, right next to the one that makes me look like I have six pounds of neck.
That's quite obviously me with lots of ALCOHOL.
Creature of the night.
OH GOD THE ALCOHOL.
Nicole is a delicate flower of femininity.
The Mayans actually considered cross-eyed people to be beautiful.
Me lookin' like a gay man.
Me lookin' like a transvestite with a rubber fetish.
Me lookin' like I'm on CRACK.
Nicole is not actually retarded.
But I am actually picking my nose through an umbrella.
Nicole's not too happy about it.
OMG DO YOU LIKE MY ICON? LOL!! THAT'S REALLY MY EYE TWO
Nicole becomes one with the Spirit of Emo after we discover the black-and-white filter.
ZOMG ANGLE.
I'm so hip that I put the cap in the martini glass. Whoaz.
Kiss me, you fool, and gaze at the huge expanse of flesh that is my neck. (This makes up for my not having any neck in deleted previous pictures, but not for the ever-present double chin that I can only actually see on digital cameras.)
What it's full of is trees. And mountains.
Nicole lives on a cliff. Her driveway is at, like, a thirty-degree angle to the ground. It's scareh.
We've been taking pictures of ourselves all afternoon. Well, actually, first we had lunch in Lexington, which is where I flew in. A pizza place in an old church-turned-synagogue(-turned, obviously, pizza place.)
Pretty sweet.
I may post some of the pictures later. She gave me a hat in exchange for the hat I gave her, so now, instead of having no black hats with which to keep up with Mac and Lindsey, I have two.
She also crocheted me arm thingies, like the fishnets those emo kids have. I feel pretty scene right now.
I'm not in the mood for long paragraphs.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
(Nicole says it's because I'm on her computer and she never types long paragraphs. I think it's because I just got done writing a huge-ass post on Prodigy.)
We're singing Elton John! (Or rather, she's singing and I'm typing, but I WAS singing.)
We're going to become gay men together and wear silly glasses.
There's already a picture of me that makes me look like one, right next to the one that makes me look like I have six pounds of neck.
That's quite obviously me with lots of ALCOHOL.
Creature of the night.
OH GOD THE ALCOHOL.
Nicole is a delicate flower of femininity.
The Mayans actually considered cross-eyed people to be beautiful.
Me lookin' like a gay man.
Me lookin' like a transvestite with a rubber fetish.
Me lookin' like I'm on CRACK.
Nicole is not actually retarded.
But I am actually picking my nose through an umbrella.
Nicole's not too happy about it.
OMG DO YOU LIKE MY ICON? LOL!! THAT'S REALLY MY EYE TWO
Nicole becomes one with the Spirit of Emo after we discover the black-and-white filter.
ZOMG ANGLE.
I'm so hip that I put the cap in the martini glass. Whoaz.
Kiss me, you fool, and gaze at the huge expanse of flesh that is my neck. (This makes up for my not having any neck in deleted previous pictures, but not for the ever-present double chin that I can only actually see on digital cameras.)