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Updates. My memory is terrible and a few events no longer interest me. But as of late...
The Mogwai show with Michael, Cody and others. This is where I realized that I can't smoke half a pack of cigarettes before such intense shows. I already freak out and cry and hyperventilate and lose my breath; I need as much lung capacity as I can. Afterward we went to grub out on some southern food, where I got a text message that read, "Oh, the irony in playing 'R U Still In 2 It." Ugh.
Shopping trips with Will. Thrift stores around Chapel Hill last week, and then a total destruction of the Charlotte malls yesterday. We both find immense pleasure in the guilt of Urban Outfitters. Our credit cards, however, do not. It really does go against every moral of my proper clothing construction mindset, though. Hah.
I don't feel like writing more. I'll post pictures instead.
Charlotte trip. I kept copping Will's Marc Jacobs aviators in the car. I adore them.
Oh yeah, and did I mention Will almost killed us 29,128 times on the trip? We made it out alive, but his bumper's a little fucked..
The love of my life.
Carlos is in my kitchen cooking my dinner, and it seems to be about ready. So.. more later!
The Mogwai show with Michael, Cody and others. This is where I realized that I can't smoke half a pack of cigarettes before such intense shows. I already freak out and cry and hyperventilate and lose my breath; I need as much lung capacity as I can. Afterward we went to grub out on some southern food, where I got a text message that read, "Oh, the irony in playing 'R U Still In 2 It." Ugh.
Shopping trips with Will. Thrift stores around Chapel Hill last week, and then a total destruction of the Charlotte malls yesterday. We both find immense pleasure in the guilt of Urban Outfitters. Our credit cards, however, do not. It really does go against every moral of my proper clothing construction mindset, though. Hah.
I don't feel like writing more. I'll post pictures instead.
Charlotte trip. I kept copping Will's Marc Jacobs aviators in the car. I adore them.
Oh yeah, and did I mention Will almost killed us 29,128 times on the trip? We made it out alive, but his bumper's a little fucked..
The love of my life.
Carlos is in my kitchen cooking my dinner, and it seems to be about ready. So.. more later!