Did I see you last night?!

i wrote a rap about ivy's barbecue:



one burger
one hot dog
a filet soaked in jack and spicy secrets
one pork chop
two pieces of chocolate cake with marshmellow frosting
two cobs o' corn
a piece of cheesecake
cold mashed potatoes

so maybe it's not a rap, but how much i ate attending my first barbecue of the summer... most girls try and slim down for summer, looks like i'm beefin up. Thank you Ivy for having all us. Thank you Jack Daniels, and thank you phillies.


Ivy is the best host ever. I was asked if I was having fun about 30 times as i swigged my bottle of jack and coughed out a lungfull. Amen Ivy, Amen.



Jules on the grill. In white. Now I've seen an elephant fly.



It all felt complete now that we have our bunny back. She is doing opposite of my gluttonous ass and rode her bike from Curry Hill to Clinton Hill. She was working out while I was working out my arteries.


Roxy brought Diplo out who gave Ivy's party a thumbs up.... See girl I told you everyone had a good time.

I am bitin Roxy's flics today. But I get a new camera this weekend so everyone beware. Also tis the season for me to ditch my Zach Morris phone. I'm on the way to the store now for my blackberry. yippee!!!!

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I went to go get my nails done with Samantha yesterday. My normal place had a 45 minute wait so we jetted to the place around the corner where we encountered THIS in the window.


This seemingly dead blue rubber hand was filled with some sort of sandlike substance. The pinky was terribly deformed. I have no idea what they could use this hand for in the salon. Possibly practice. Needless to say it is not good press in the window of the shop. Those amatuers messed up two of my nails, too. Sam's nails still hurt. Star Nails I will never stray again.

Also Sam and I are starting a pop outfit. Wiggidy watch out. We are a force to be reckoned with.

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The playgrounds where we romp are rife with incest. Remember the board game Trouble?? It had that fresh little plastic bubble that would roll the dice when you press it. I feel like me and all my friends are in that bubble and it gets pressed and we see what pops off. Errywhere I turn one friend of mine is shoving there tongue down another friend of mine's throat.I've taken a few mischievous nibbles myself. It's springtime and I am so curious to see who pops up together next.

This is a keyring travel version. If anyone can find me and buy me one of these, I will scratch your back for five minutes straight. I want a constant reminder of how fun it is in life to roll the fuckin dice.

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Nossa people. Live it, dream it, take your pants off to it. I big big heart these guys and their music!!! Ill Baile Funk.
DJ Sujinho and Cassiano - Exclusiva Da Nossa check for it in Turntable Lab. They also sell shirts. Just like this one.....

um yeah that is a rickshaw. and yes Arthur did try and play getaway driver with it. and no he did not realize at the moment the picture was taken that the wheels were chained together. Note the look on his face like he's getting away with something.

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Spring so far has kicked the shit out of winter for fun. There was 804 in Miami to get it started and it hasn't stopped since.
I'ma do a bit of recapping since i am sans camera for the moment.
Cuizinier and Orgasmic were in town from Paris just in time for Roxy's bday, taco titty tuesday, and then young Cuiz's birthday. I was so stoked to see my boys again and check them live. Cuizinier just dropped a new mixed CD Por Les Filles II. check it out www.institubes.com. I have soooooo many great flics of their visit and our fun. This one is my favorite!

that was taco tuesday.... They killed it four days later at the Mercury Lounge with Spankrock.

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Blog=self-indulgent waste of time
self-indulgent waste of time = my speciality
laugh, roll your eyes or never read this again... your choice
be careful out there, fuckers!

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