Thirteen Steps

In recent [well, six year-old] news, Courtney Love isn’t as dumb as I assumed she was. If you have the time, read this.

StuffOnMyCat.com makes me want to get a cat so that I can put stuff on it. I know that that’s the wrong reason for acquiring one, but I’m just being honest. I mean, I’d pet and feed it, of course. I’d let it sleep on my pillow, against my head. I’d not beat it when it puked in my shoes. The placement of items on it for use of exploitation via photography published on the internet is just a perk. Why are you looking at me like that?

If you’ve read my last couple of posts, you know that I’m going though a bit of heartbreak. I’m on the rebound [sort of] and can’t shake certain thoughts out of my head. What do I do? I suppose I could put my dick in someone random and pretty. I’ve done that before, though. It never helps. I could write bad poetry, then throw it away. That sounds entirely fruitless. I decided on something much more fulfilling; to buy shit for myself. [yay for holiday gift certificates!]

Distressed and boot-cut.  I always liked bell-bottoms.

Again, boot-cut.

These shirts are almost too soft.

The only red article of clothing that I own.  Seriously.

I like brown leather bracelets.  My last one broke.

I’ve always wanted a flask.  Live shows will be so much cheaper now!  I bought Lynn the one on the right.

I didn’t buy one of these, but I like them.

Shelby was back in town for a couple of days.  The gang [did I just say that?] got together at the Temple Club to see Coke Dick Motorcycle Awesome a couple of days ago.  It was fun.  It was actually what triggered my buying of the flask.  Adam pulled one out and I remembered that I always wanted one.  I’m reminded of the movies where the over-stressed, middle-aged cop is at the scene of a murder and, while remarking about how fucked up some people are, pulls one out and takes a swig that makes him wince.  Anyway, pictures were taken, and here they are.

Chase, looking concerned.  I like that name, Chase.

Dan is happy. Matt is under a spell?

Louis doing ‘Cold Steel’

Half of Adam, most of Jake.

Half smile?  Mid-speaking?

Jake sleep-laughs.

Dan can see inside of you when he does this.

Biggest brown eyes, ever.

Chase is surrounded by digital seagulls.

Dylan smiles, sometimes.  Not in this pic, though.

I was explaining my solution to all the world’s problems.

Watch out for the flying orange glowy-ball!

‘Then what you do is light the tip on fire and put it in your mouth…’

Can I get a pic of Matt without an odd expression on his face?

Jake killed everyone in the bar soon after.

Dan drinks and I look fearful.

Pussy was thrown at us like frisbees when we made these faces.

Shelby says that I’m #1.

Crystal doesn’t even care.

Finally met Kristen [Shelby's sister].

Important conversations, surely.

Louis and Kirsten with contrasting expressions.

Still with the contrast.

Louis is just reaching for his keys.  You can tell by the look on his face.

Shelby and I invented contrast.

It’s magic.

Kristen wants to know if I’m serious.