don't talk to me before my second cup of coffee

I'm sleepy plus angry (slangry?). Why is the world run by morning glories who want me awake before 10 AM??

ANYWAY.

It's GAY PRIDE WEEK :) and the fab gay pride parade in Albuquerque starts in an hour and a half so I'm about to finish up my coffee and figure out what I'll wear this year. Maybe my neon tights with rainbow dress? My blond mustache with my orange wig? My gold bikini with cutoff shorts? This is gonna be great!

Gay Pride Week to me is like graduation from a whole year of feeling good about everyone's differences. It's so tear jerking and emotional to be around everyone celebrating love. It's more love centric than St. Valentine's Day! Plus, on Valentine's Day you don't usually see a row of men clapping their butt cheeks or grannies riding a twenty foot dildo :)

Cheers!!!!

fall walk in nob hill, 2009

I have set a goal for myself... (besides the sort of extremely crucial ones like getting a paying job, figuring out grad school slash returning to school, saving up money to move, FIGURING OUT WHAT THE EFF I AM DOING WITH MY LIFE.)

I'm forcing my brain to think it's time for chemistry finals and with that same impending doom rush rush! energy I'll publish all those damn drafts I've been writing about. I'd like to get them done before my 26th birthday picnic. A clean slate for my new age :)

My other scans had little drawings of forest animals and squiggly portraits of my classmates in the margins. I thought these looked more professional. Also, why do I still have these notes?

Here's the first one, a lovely walk in Albuquerque's Nob Hill neighborhoods, cutting our feet on broken beer bottles.

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a most reasonable way to spend friday

The pink glasses are the physical embodiment of a bourgeoisie dilemma (Quick! Sociology student, interpret what I mean and let me know if it's true!) On one hand, I realize that I am a 25 year old adult who could have raised 12 kids by now, reads the Times, wears comfortable socks for poor circulation, and at this point, pink glasses are a costume I wear to feel youthful. And of course, I am not young anymore. I've switched over to Lite Sour Cream™ ages ago, after all.

But, then again ...

Fuck it. It's my fucking life. And I want to wear pink glasses whether they belong on a neon purple unicorn or not. I'll deal with the repercussions of acting my age when I turn 30. Problem solved. P.S. The tits are still growing. Of course, this implies that the rest of the body is still growing (EEP!), but I will pretend it's just my lovely hips and chest that are the sole benefactors of my beer and cheese diet.

Cheapo rose wine and the wii. Not the most ingenious combination, but we get points for drinking it out of High Life bottles.

I just think it's more polite when a cat tucks his arms under himself. Hrumpf!

Do we look like a couple? Do we look like a couple who you'd be afraid to talk to? Unless you can endlessly chat about Gn'R, you'd best be afraid.

It's not nice to piss on a lawyer's office, but it's a pleasant reminder that anything you touch in public has most likely been pissed on. Note to self: buy more gloves.

Guess how long it took me to convince them to model for me? Literally nanoseconds. The rose was kicking in about then.

It's rather odd how many fights the boys avoid by being with a sweetheart such as myself. I'm being excessively cocky - let me stop this playlist (mid-90s east coast rap) and switch over to nick drake. Phew!

This was my plastic bag floating in the wind object that night. 'It's ... it's ... so ... cryptic ... sign of ... our ... times ... just ... breathe.' Yikes. My iPhoto is filled with this glittery leaf. If I could have only captured the moment Marc and Jay both spilled their drinks on me. No, nah, let's let that moment become swept away in the currents of forgotten memory.

ANYWAY! THAT WAS FRIDAY.

Early on Saturday morning, Marc went off to Jewish Temple™ and I raced off to the Library book sale. Walked and took the bus! This deserves a round of applause, I think. Especially seeing as I was still drunk from the night before. I'm burning the candle at both ends, hm? Worrisome.

OH WELLSIES! LOOK AT THE PRETTY LEAVES!

This is all on Columbia. Did you know Columbia the school and Colombia the country are spelled differently. I should write a Did You Know book for toddlers.

I bought a Tofu cookbook, soft cover textbook called Flesh and Fantasy, it's about who slept with whom in 1940s Hollywood, and large picture book on London.

Oh, right!

Bum Piss tunnel is now Day Glo Rainbow Acid Trip tunnel. It still reeks of bum piss.

Around this time, I got solicited by a prostitute-seeker. I'm all for new experiences, so this was muy interesting, but I refused.

The walk home was damp, overcast and very untypical Albuquerque. I wish you were there.