Painting

Check it out Ztay...

Mr. Carter

{In heavy Russian accent}

Little Wayne, Big Time Cash Money Millionaire.
Weezy F, Baby. Key To The Lady, Key To 'Cedes, But Please Say The Baby, Weeds & The Patron, Even In The A.M.s

TAhhh

Meg's 20th BDay

Happy Bday Ms. Miller.

Segrams 7
G&T
PBR



C-c-c-c-commmbo.

Results:

Beggin'

So there is a newish Adidas commercial {Celebrate Originality} where everyone is at a house party, havin a good time in their Adidas. The song playing in the background is the Pilooski Remix of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons' song, Beggin'. This song is too dope. Give it a listen. {It takes about a minute for it to get truely sick.}


And Here is the Adidas Commercial too. Doooope.



You Like? You Better.

Jusssst Kidding

That last post was a ruse. I totally got LJ. She thought I was dead serious. But I wasnt. I dont do heroin. Duhhh. So what was that needlemark on my arm you might ask? Well I had a sore throat, so I went and got a bloodtest for strep/mono done.

Proof Bitches:In the little white room they make you wait in after you have waited in the big waiting room...
The nurse misssed my vein, but dont worry, she made up for it, cus when she found it, it squirted blood as she was pulling out the needle. Awesome.

Bottom Line: Tom doesnt shoot up, and doesnt have strep/mono.

Accuracy is Key

Honestly, dont miss the vein, cus you may not notice for a few hours, but once the heroin wears off and its too late to find another gram to help you sleep, youre gonna be thinking about how you fucked up earlier because your arm will be killing you.That little red dot is on fire.
Fuck.
Somebody call me.

PSA! (Pt. 7)

Its 1am on Thursday Night. Do You Know Where Your Son Is?

If you guessed: Longboarding down Highland Drive in below freezing weather, you guessed correctly!


I now have pneumonia. Thanks for that ride Alex Jeppson. You prick, I'm gonna kill your whole family and make you watch.

2 Things That Made My Thursday (Pt. 6)

First, I saw this way fat pidgeon. So classy. I was dying, it was so fat.
Hehe.

OK, this is even better though, I was at Grounds for Coffee {33rd South, 20th East} & stepped outside to look at the weather. Lo & Behold! Some lady had HIGH CENTERED HER FORD ESCAPE IN THE PARKING LOT NEXT DOOR!!! Ahahaha so fucking funny, its the worst showcasing of driving ever ever ever. Guess how old she was? Her Social Security Number probably has like 3 digits.



I'm glad I dont drive, cus this lady is on the road. How did this happen? She is old. That's it. So bad...

The Price of Gas (Pt. 5)

I don't drive. So this was news to me, prolly not to the rest of the world, but still badass. You see, the real victims of high gas prices were arsonists. I'm not gonna stalk around at night, burning down buildings when gas is $4.50 a gallon, thank God its back down, I can get back to business.

Cheeeeeap :)
Anybody have any suggestions?

Tuesday (Pt. 4)

Dont watch TV at 3am, the ads are really really bad.
This was a product that had the warmth of a blanket but still let you have use of your hands to answer the phone and stuff. Plus, robes are the new thing this season. Get yours. Now.

Everybody, The SNUGGIE:


SUPERSECRETBONUS!!!-- You look like youre in a CULT! Yayyyy




Just thought everybody should know...

Monday Night: Redemption (Pt. 3)

School Sucked. A total waste of my & everyone else's time.

Here's where the day gets better.

• Riding Trax home, I saw a homeless man urinating on another homeless man as the train whizzed {hehe a pun} by.
• Got drug tested. Passed. Julia said she was proud.
• Went to the dorms, and when playing cards were needed for Kings Cup, I remembered that I had a deck of them in my jacket completely randomly. Badass.

So the Dorms were chill, Austin and Leah came and picked me up, which is quite nice. They are on the same brain level, I think they must be in love or something, cus it was that whole, finishing sentences and giggles and making the passenger in the backseat {me} totally sick. Anyways, we went to the UofU, to the dorms, and met up with Sam, Kelsey, Elshia, and some other trippy people.



I visited Candace & Haley, and then, after some drinking games and a cigarette rolling seminar, we headed to the car and departed.



We went to Kelseys Appartment. Kelsey, I love your apartment, its so sick. Leah loves your pussy.


Up the winding sets of stairs, I found myself in an awesome little studio apartment, complete with a 50's style fridge and the best view of downtown I think you can own.










































All in all, it turned out to be a great day.

Monday Morning After Getting Doused By Mommy (Pt. 2)

So wet and fucking pissed and feeling like I belonged in the the 7th level of Hell more than the 7th level of Stooze, I dragged myself into my bathroom to find:

Just in case you cant tell, my back is fucking shredded. I was not beaten with a rose bush, nay! All I will say on the matter is that some people just don't play fair, and really should have more control, I don't care what we are doing. Not cool.

Such a good Monday so far!

Monday Morning (Pt. 1)

OK people. So alot has happened this week.
Lets start with Monday, shall we?

I got hit by a large train this weekend. I remember sweaters?
So come Monday morning, I was feeling--quite justifiably--like shit.
Miras.

















Julia threw water on me. Oh lucky Day.

That Sweater GamGam Made For You: Yeah, It Finally Has A Purpose

'Cus you know its way too itchy, ridiculous looking and downright gross to wear on any normal occasion, but don't worry, Beer/Beer Goggles will fix all of that. And when you pass out in a gutter somewhere on 17th South in November, your hideous sweater will keep you warm, while its terrible pattern and non-matching, bright colors attract others who are looking for you.

Our Hosts









































Mr. Adams Keepin it Classy















Some People Were Havin A Bit Too Much Fun...





















Breakin Out The Good Shit






















Those In Attendance:










































































Quite ill overall, although the next morning, I felt like I had gotten into an auto accident. Marketstreet was the only cure, and oddly enough, there were others who also decided to get some dank brunch.

Be Easy All.