April Pic thread
I'm a pretty good cook, not gonna lie.
I'm liking where this thread is going.
“if you want to be a bird,” you said once, “with colorful plumage and buoyant trills, you must also be ready for hollow bones."
shawty don't play hit-and-runs.
hahaha
when can i come over?
hey, listen here. to this thread, i bring chocolate! fish.
“if you want to be a bird,” you said once, “with colorful plumage and buoyant trills, you must also be ready for hollow bones."
Now i'm just confused.
Me humping tree!
Me punching wall!
Me dragging tree!
Hahhaa
i'd hit that!
tree
nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
my god, you live in a beautiful place. i'm studying abroad probably during my 3rd year, still deciding between england and ireland.
and if you stay after breakfast, i'll make you lunch too. wowza.
finding more pictures to add to thread, hmm...
“if you want to be a bird,” you said once, “with colorful plumage and buoyant trills, you must also be ready for hollow bones."
and if you stay after breakfast, i'll make you lunch too. wowza.
Can i keep this one, guys? Please?
If you study abroad your third year it's possible i'll be back in europe bumbling about. That's the plan, at least.
i got a haircut!
i got a tiny little crush on the girl with the haircut and the love of psychology. she gave me a smiley face on my face. really.
i love studying abroad. in fact, i study them all the time.
i heard youre going to a party school.
our place, we take studying broads seriously. then we party.
oh dear god, that's hilarious.
nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
she's a nasty girl. wanted to do it in the woods with a camera on. I was like, i don't know, but she called me a bitch, so i was like, whatever, let's do this shit.
Then she walked over to this tree and looked back at me like, what're you waiting for? I didn't know, so i didn't wait. I grabbed her shoulders and we started going at it, like dogs, as it were, wild and woodsy and raw.
She kept getting higher and higher into the tree. How, i still don't know, but she got so high i could barely reach her with my hands fully stretched. She never opened her mouth or closed her eyes and her hair never got messed up, but i think she enjoyed it. She was a peculiar girl, but i gave it all i had.
The next morning she asked me if i wanted breakfast. I couldn't remember how we got to her place or what happened after the tree, but it must have been great because she smiled that way she did, closed lipped and wide-eyed. I asked if she had bacon. She did, perfect.
She left me to my own devices in the bed. I thought about helping her with breakfast, but was still trying to put the last 24 hours together. I barely remembered getting to the woods or how we met, and everything after the tree was a blur, coming to me in polaroid flashes. I looked about the room, but didn't see my clothes. Another reason to stay in bed.
She returned sometime later with bacon, toast, and eggs. I don't eat eggs, but thought it'd be rude to refuse them, so i muscled them down and grunted appreciatively in that way i always imagined John Wayne appreciating a hearty breakfast. She smiled when i finished. She had only eaten her bacon, but she tossed the plate aside and it shattered on the floor. I thought it a bit reckless, but before i could speak, she was on top of me her pants were off.
She asked me what i wanted for lunch and i couldn't believe i was still in bed. The clock read four; we'd been at it for hours, but it never made sense. Her hair always perfect, her eyes always open, her lips always smiling. I told her anything was fine. She said she'd make sammiches, and she said it like that, without the d or the w, just an extra m. I kissed her for that and she disappeared.
The sammich came and it was perfect. Wheat bread, roast beef, mozzarella cheese, hummus, the way i always made it. I asked her name because she never had one before. She said i should know and i agreed, but she didn't tell me, so i let it hang. I was going to tell her my name but her tongue was in my mouth--i think she stole some roast beef--and we were back to it.
The window turned from day to dark and i thought it best to leave or at least find my clothes or maybe even where i was.
MINI UTAH MEETUP:
so zoth, onyx and red all met up tonight at the library, we live pretty close to each other so we've thought about meeting a few times and after threads where we bitch about utah and talked about some good music (me and red anyway, onyx is a member but doesn't come here often, in case u don't know she's my girlfriend)
any-whoo, we all seem to have alot in common and that's hard to find in utah.
and check out the perfect calander she gave us, she's a sweetheart.
nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
Hooray! It's 9PM and I'm off to bed. Why? Because it's 5AM in London and that's where I'm headed tomorrow!
.JPE "owenwarland's picture")
Me and George Romero
In that new avatar, Tuffy resembles Fisher Stevens, post-Michelle Pfeiffer marriage.
Fisher Stevens, John Corbett, some obscure Baldwin. These I can see.
This is why we can't have nice things.
George Romero stole Harry Caray's corpse's glasses!
romero looks cool though, what a pimp.
I should go take pics of Savini's house for you.
His porch gargoyles could totally kick my porch gargoyles' asses.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Where does one buy gargoyles for a porch? I assumed they would just have to come with the home or is there an entire industry behind it?
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
Gargoyles 'R' Us? I don't know where I got them.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I've had issues finding decent statuary. Of course, my yard doesn't demand it anymore. I have a friend that needs some - she also has fireflies.
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
there's a place near where i live and they make and sell statues and slabs of concrete. i don't know where it is, sorry.
Column One in Hillcrest. That is probably where my gargoyles came from.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I think I like taking pictures of statuary more than anything. Of course, there are also a million pictures of Gwynyth but she's sick of me and my camera.
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
You are soooo local.
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Me and George Romero
From October '06
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
damn gig, you look like a skinny lil crack addict
nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
I was maybe 20 lbs lighter then, and the garbage red eye, and red eye reducer on my camera doesn't make me look any less tweaked.
Also, that suit jacket is mad tight.
Oh yeah, and Romero is like 7 feet tall.
"They sold you hippies grunge, hip hop, now liberty activism."
Me and George Romero
From October '06
oh, man.. yaw met a god !
that's badass. id love to meet that cat..
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play hard, like it's work to be done.
You are soooo local.
Toldja.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Which coast are you on, Tuffy? I thought you were an east-coaster...
Appalachian coast.
I have, however, lived everywhere.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I just spent today cleaning up and didn't get myself ready to do anything. I thought I should at least take one picture today since I didn't get any last night.
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
Me neither... ):
I LOLd.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Me neither... ):
Thanks, Vitaly. I knew I could count on you.
Good coffee is like drinking Rock and Roll.
Me and George Romero
Cool.
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
Me and George Romero
From October '06
oh, man.. yaw met a god !
that's badass. id love to meet that cat..
I missed giggan's. Sorry, hun. Again, cool!!
The Catmother of all Worldwide Cats
can someone explain to me why george romero is a "god?"
he's made 2 better than mediocre films and that's it.
That puts him one over Tarantino.
This is why we can't have nice things.
OH SNAP!
he's made 2 better than mediocre films and that's it.
Redefining horror for the last 40 years, making poignant social commentary in a genre that's more known for gutteral grue and managing to work outside the studio system yet make quality product isn't enough?
Oh, and Night of the Living Dead.
I will explain that whenever he makes a zombie movie, I will make an appointment to see it. Honestly, I wish he would make a zombie movie every damned year. They are always fun. Period.
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play hard, like it's work to be done.
I went MIA for a while, sorry.
The rap is awesome.
And the story itself, well, let's just say I had to lock my door a time or two.
Intriguing. I'm still looking for a picture to compliment this thread.
“if you want to be a bird,” you said once, “with colorful plumage and buoyant trills, you must also be ready for hollow bones."
shawty don't play hit-and-runs.
I'd stay long enough to make breakfast and hit it again. Maybe even call you later. If, you know, the breakfast is good.
my year in words
my year abroad