looks bad feels bad smells bad too

I got doored yesterday as I was making my last effing run of the day from 300 goddamn Independence SE to motherfucking 15th and O NW. cocksucking sonofabitch whore. I'm actually fine except for a gnar bruise on my arm where i tried to come to a gentle stop using the sharp edge of a fucking Suburban some ho decided to step out of into traffic to break my speed. piece of shit asshole eat a dick. i'm practicing being an angry courier, how am i doing? oh yeah? well fuck you too!

also, i made a salad.

Yes We Do

at the last minute friends and i got tickets to the innauguration, so we went down at 6:30am and stood in a seething mass of anxious human traffic for 6 hours in 20 degree january wind. at one point we were pressed against the back of a tour bus that was stuck in the middle of 400,000 people in an intersection when the driver turned on the engine and gassed everyone with carbon monoxide exhaust. eventually we got all the way up to the "security check point" which I'm not convinced actually existed in reality and the ceremony was about to start so the crowd just pushed over a low metal barricade and broke through a plastic mesh fence and ran down to the capitol reflecting pool. even tho the lying liars from DC MPD entirely failed on the crowd control tip and the speeches/performances were boring, in the end I'm glad I was there.
Obamanated

Afterward there was delicious dinner made. OBAMA.

cookie/monster

see what i got cookin over here.

also, i've started "training" to be a "courier" or "something." yesterday i followed a guy around on my bike for 5 hours in 24 degree weather and 1) made 12 deliveries incl 4 rushes! 2) accidentally headbutted a pedestrian in the face and 3) didn't cry or lose my hands to frostbite so i guess i'll try again today.

still life with neon plastic dessert


These are all thats left of my birthday cupcakes. I made hot pink ones too but they got ate, probably because i was telling everyone that the purple ones were full of poison. thanks everybody for hanging out with me on my birthday (pix). I feel like 27 is going to be a really good year.

birthdays was the worst days


















but now I sip coffee and make pancakes in my red footie jammies and watch Homicide and read Harry Potter. Later I'm gonna make chocolate cupcakes with pink frosting and stick em in my ears and go weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

looky what i got for babysitting a friend's cats over xmas

this is hands down the best present anyone has ever gotten me.
Check out the pockets



and the butt flap
























and the treads on the foots!








Up yours, slanket.