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so its officially fall which means its officially FREEZING which is gods way of forcing me to BLOG! Believe it or not, my life has been pretty boring these past few weeks of summer 08. Today however, i was defeated on the sidewalk by a fire hydrant which explains the grapefruit size bruise on my right upper thigh. I also lost weight doing fitness at my friends pad today. And got my hair braided by this shawty imma holler at later. AFTER THE JUMP

But something bigger than all this physical stuff happened. Another thing. Something new. Something different. Last night, in a fit of emo flurry, I poured a cup of tea on my head. Some adj to describe the event include: erradic, spontanious, explosive or impromptu so there was no time for photo documentation. So here's it being done part in fake life.
Prior to the jump

Jumpin



After the jump



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Since my last blog entry, all I did was climb a mountain,
peeped a view,

look closer

looked hot in the sewer,

dont look too close

got a tutorial.

Are poster boards more effective than power-points?

i saw the newest attraction/freakshow in japantown


I witnessed a community service.


i took a pic of my friend posing
w/ mac

i felt trapped,

no way out


HOLLER BLOGGERZ

BLOG first, ask questions last

hi bloggerz, its me posting from my coffin-nook. Do you guys like pictures of fire??! Well here's some from our tall fire we had

*~the glow~*

fire demon

and i know this is cocky but this is my favorite pic of me eva

then this happened which was kewl

but i was so much more down with this

yeah girl

not down for blinded by the light

then chris came over and brought his ego (not down)

im down 4 ur jaw line, but who isn't

not down for liability

always down for magic dylan

NEVER FUCKING DOWN

BLOGging like my daddy

When I tried to escape the enclave of fedoras in Santa Cruz, it was to my dismay that they followed me all the way to the san francisco.

WHO DO U THINK U R??
then later i got thrown off a scooter BY A GIRL IN A RED DRESS but it was tame compared to one other similar incident.
El ZOCALO ON THE SIDEWALK SUCKAZ. (3rd blog entry reference for you newbies)



so fine... literally, the food was fine.

Do not remember this. Where is my mind?? (90s reference).

and heres nineties night but why is cooper there in a blue trucker hat?

and this is how i really got the scar on my face, but don't ask me if im okay in real life

-fin-

oh hey there. Its me again, blogging from work today. Earlier this morning i went to the cafe. I went with the intention to eat my coffee in peace, but instead i found myself counting fedoras once again. IN SANTA CRUZ? U ASK URSELF>!>!?! I know i know, its an epidemic comparable to the black plague. Then I wanted to throw up and i went to work to find that the library regular, resembling Andy Warhol whose real name is Pete Blumensomething but i'm really not allowed to talk about it says my boss David whose probably looking over my shoulder right now, but Pete got expelled from the library for 30 days today for being drunk but it was before i got there that this awful thing happened. He apparently stashes chips under the desk he usually sits at. Yesterday i was reshelving oversized books and his shoes were off and everyone knew. Also, I was reshelving HATS FOR SALE, one of my childhood favs and it really hurt my eyes to see all those fedoras in such an innocent childhood read. I'm sorry for the visual but its what i face everyday.