Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Porch Party

This is the best part of any house party: when you show up and run into your friends who are smoking outside, chitchat on the steps for a while before going in, or hang out in the back porch.  Maybe it's the first month back at school and you haven't seen your friends in a while yet.

This photo makes me really sad and wistful inside. 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Insult to Injury

What worse fate than passing out after praying to the porcelain god than to be screamed at?

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Real Life SIMYP Sightings

I love coincidences.  And I love getting emails from people.  And I love real life (kidding, h8 it!).  So getting an email from a reader that she saw someone from one of the pics on here in Real Life was pretty awesome.  I'll let her describe in her own words:

Hi. This may be a bit awkward, but I feel as though you need to hear this story.

First: I love your blog.  [I left this line in because I'm very very vain. -ed.]


I have a coincidental story involving a gas station, an art show, a 14 year old girl...and your blog.

Back in April, my boyfriend and I went to a wedding an hour south of Pittsburgh, Pa. We stopped at this gas station to get energy drinks because, let's face it: Byzantine weddings are long and boring. There was a girl ahead in line with really awesome white/blue/purple/gray hair, who appeared no older than 14...buying whip-its and Rockstar. Sweet combo, right? Anyway, we trudged on to the wedding and reception, then back to the city for an all night art event. 

Around 2 a.m. my boyfriend's brother's band goes on and out of the woodwork appears...THE GIRL FROM THE GAS STATION. This wouldn't have been as "holy shit" if we hadn't been in the middle of Satan's asshole earlier, but trust me...it was in the middle of nowhere. Gas Station Girl started doing some sweet rave dances with some other prepubescent teens and having the time of her life. For some reason, probably because I'm a cynical bitch who was way jealous of her moves, I wanted nothing more than for this girl to GTFO...I didn't care where or how, I just wanted her out of my line of sight. Much to my chagrin, she wasn't going anywhere. She kept dancing and eating a Ring Pop into the wee hours of the night. 

The next morning I got online to check my Google Reader, which I hadn't done in 1.5 weeks, saw there were some posts from your blog, and promptly blew my load. Now what happens next is going to BLOW. YOUR. MIND.... I got to the post from April 19th and about shit myself: Gas Station Girl was in the photo. At first I thought I was going crazy, but then I checked the Flickr photostream and sure enough...those kids are from the Pittsburgh area. My boyfriend thought I was absolutely crazy and that it wasn't a big deal at all, as he didn't even notice this girl was at either place. 

The universe is crazy and Carl Jung had an inkling when he theorized synchronicity. I hope that story did as much for you as it did for me. Your blog is great.

The pic in question (girl is in foreground, white shirt):

Monday, September 19, 2011

Ugly Hat Pigpile

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Happy Birthday

I got you this baby in a tub of fake blood.  Love you!

This reminds me of when punk rock Neil from Real World: London's girlfriend send him a pig heart with a knife in it for Valentine's Day. Also, this photostream has an amazing collection of Canadian punk rock kids from the early 80s, I highly recommend you check it out.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

All the Princesses

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Real Punks

Real punks don't cry over spilt Jack Daniels fruit punch flavored malt coolers while playing Apples 2 Apples.  Fuck the man, dude.  Punk as fuck.

Monday, September 12, 2011

The Help

What I find most disturbing is that based on their matching polo shirts, I'm the two men are waiters/staff at whatever Mexican/Caribbean resort these drunk women are going topless at.  Cool race/class/gender dynamics at work, my head hurts.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Second Life Kegstand

Look, I'm not going to sit here and judge people for what they do with their time on the internet.  If you want to make an avatar of yourself that's a fairy princess who loves keg stands, then god bless.  I spent about an hour last week scanning for cute girls in the Eugene, OR mugshot site and then looking up their MySpace profiles.  So am I going to say what someone else does is a waste of time?  No.

So please don't judge me about the fact that I made a Tumblr about awful Second Life porn, Not Safe for First Life. It is not safe for work or home or anywhere you would exist in real life.

Thursday, September 1, 2011