Shromorial Day Peakend *__* HAHAHA!!!!!

So...last weekend was pretty fun...



Looking guilty! Smiles, what were you doing with my new toy while I was out? As if watching wasn't enough, you pervert! God, don't you just want to pick that black eye snot out of the corner of his eye? Damn his eyes look so awesome.

I found this awesome store on Fullerton Ave. I explored west of Pulaski!



It's a store full of Mexicans, piñatas, and CANDY. It's actually called CANDYWORLD. Of course, I just about came myself walking in the door, what with all the bright colors and characters, and especially with our birthdays right around the corner! Mark and I decided that we must adopt one. The Spanish speaking guy that worked there told us in broken English that they were all 12.99. But no whores. Whores is more.

He meant the big horse! haha!
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It's a party and you're invited! Mickey poses for a picture:

Notice the drunk Pooh bear falling over in the background.

I hope to one day be backed by an army of piñatas.


This is the clown we adopted. We're gonna fatten it up, then kill it and eat its guts! I just hope we don't grow too attached.


I also hope Mark doesn't care that I am posting pictures of him on my "blog". Oh well, it's not like anybody even knows about this existing!

The rest of the weekend was fun because on Memorial Day we did mushrooms at a BBQ. Mark came up with a new hit that goes a little something like this: "I'm a Jim Jones kind of lovin' man..." We found this stick that had centipedes and spiders imprinted in the wood. It really did, this was actual REALITY, we weren't just tripping. This fact was confirmed to be true by our jealous non-tripping friends. Since both of us are totally self-involved, we forgot that maybe it's kind of rude to go to a BBQ tripping without having more to offer. This was especially evident when we were rolling on the floor laughing and spouting out nonsense while they were soberly watching. We kept hearing the occasional "man, I wish I was on mushrooms!" Eventually everyone was drunk though, and it was great!

I only wish that my camera could do mushrooms too! Then I could share with you the sink eating my beer can while the BUSCH letters were floating off into the air. Or the crazy pointy clouds that looked like if you poked them, they would be made out of some kind of hard fossilized material. The trip started out kind of slowly though, and we started thinking the shroomies were shit. I was trying to force myself to find Bob Ross's face in the clouds, as though that would be the catalyst that would push open the doors to psychedelia. I mean why wouldn't it? It kind of worked too, soon after everything fell into place.

I felt so in love with the world... oh the world should do mushrooms together!



This is my baby!!


I'm having lighting issues with my camera. I'm not the best photographer. But this flickr thing is kinda fun.

bad habits

I started a nasty habit lately. I think it's because it's allergy season, and my nose feels all stuffed up. I started picking my nose. That part is boring. The exciting part is that I do it with a kleenex over my finger, much in the style of a grizzled geriatric at the dinner table. I even did it at work today, like an hour ago -- in the privacy of my cubicle, mind you. I once thought this was a pointless thing to do: why not just use a plain finger and stop trying to hide the fact that you ARE picking your nose. Stop trying to act like you don't want to touch your boogers. But now, being an Adult who works in an Office, I totally understand this method. The hidability factor is on par with the effectiveness: it really does work better than just a finger. The tissue gives it that extra texture, so the snot can latch onto the little fibers. It's so satisfying to catch and pull them out, in the way that I imagine fishing, or drive-by-shooting to be (but without any of the guilt!). The only problem is for some reason it can make your boogers bloody. But, still, I feel like such an adult for going about it in such a clean manner.

I still don't understand the twist the kleenex into a straw and use that to dig in your nose method. It seems quite ineffective and I'd rather use a Slurpie spoon straw from 7-11.

Monday monday bo bunday Dear god I am bored.

Yesterday was pretty fun for a Sunday. I had a lot of sex, ate Thai food AND pizza, slept a lot, found out who the Carver was on Nip/Tuck, and made Mark retell the story of meeting Eminem (before he was famous).

Another one of my bad habits is making people retell stories and I laugh just about as hard as the first time I heard it. This was the third time for the Eminem story, a story that never ceases to be hilarious even though it is actually two sentences long and all of my questions are answered with I-don't-remembers. It's very amusing to picture an unfamous, ego-less, pre-wife bashing Eminem walking up to Mark and his friends and talking to them casually in that obnoxious voice he has. They were at some sort of festival, and Eminem had won a rapping contest. Mark and his friends were graffiti-ing and Eminem complimented their "crew". I never saw 8 Mile, so I don't know what a pre-famous Eminem was like (or what he wants us to think he was like) but it's nice to picture him as just some regular dude in baggy clothes, approaching a group of strangers he thought was cool, allowing some kind of softer, insecure side to show. Did people ever laugh at his voice, and then when he got famous was he all, "Who's laughing now?", or does he not talk like that in regular day to day life? Mark says he thinks he kind of talked like that. And I of course made sure to ask the obvious question: whether or not he introduced himself like "My name is...my name is...my name is Slim SHADY" He did not, because that song was not made yet Mark said.

this looks like a real blog!

lame 1st time

ok first post, this is going to be lame. I'm putting pictures in a Flickr account. w00t. will delete later. test test 123