Showing posts with label sleepy sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleepy sun. Show all posts

Wednesday

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i miss sleepy sun.

SLEEPY SUN

sleepy sun

has a new album out. yeah. i know. 
hysterical. 
record release gig tomorrow night at GAMH
fuck. they have come a long ways.. and i have more than enjoyed the ride


my best friend, Connor... who i love more than the world
is their biggest fan. yump. he knows 'em.... the dick.
he always gets in for free, and i have to pay. 
anyways, i love Connor and Sleepy Sun.
and YOU

Thursday

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holy crap


sleepy sun updated their blog - breathe. it's not that exciting.

Wednesday

58.

sleepy sun - again? yes. again

they made a video for my favorite.. well one of my favorite songs. ch-check it.

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oh shit - Sleepy Sun has a blog

ok, yeah i know. i talk about them all the time. i'm all over them like flies on shit. i like it.
right, so i saw them the other night. i put some things on my tongue and some liquid down my throat. and some green in my lungs. put shoes on my feet. garter belt. leopard jacket. 25 cent night gown.
connor knows one of THEM. one of THEM looked at me before the show. and my no no said YES YES
i danced on my balls
(that means i was trippin'. i say "i stomped on my balls" or "i'm tripping all over my balls" instead of" i'm tripin' balls." it's how i roll. it's what i do and what i say.. too. it makes more sense. imagine and old man, with long old balls. he is dancing and tripping all over them, and loving it. and liking it.)
they fucking rocked it. i stood in the front, in the center..
i think. i remember looking up at them in awe. the music shot out of their mouths and music pieces and swirled around my face and seeped into my eyes holes, and nose holes and ear holes and mouth hole. it was like glitter.and i was like paper. and the acid i swallowed was like the glue.
tripped me. trip you.
so, yes. and yes again.
they have a blog.
Sleepy Sun
and thru that blog - i found out about VINCAT

Tuesday

28.

not boring

Friday October 3oth - Sleepy Sun at the Independent with my cruzers.
Saturday October 31st - Freaker's Ball in Los Gatos, hopefully with the hotty hot hot That Canadian Boy
Sunday November 1st - lord knows, will i be here will i be there.. in my dirty underwear.

my original costume plan was a beaver. then a playboy beaver. like a bunny. funny, huh?
no, not funny. that shit didn't fucking work out and now i am fucked.
bad fucked, not a oh my god let us do this multiple times in a row with more sweat and more mmmm... slow down jill
anyways, my snatch my snizz my lady bizz is fucked over and i don't know what to do.
that's a ticket i know exactly what to do.
i'ma gonna be a skeleton.
i have the worlds greatest sluttiest crotchless skeleton tights.
done and done. fun and fun.





Wednesday

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weekend shmeekend




another Decompression - shit yeah fools. i rock and i roll i party like a troll.

this is how my weekend went down.
1. thursday - saw Pretty Lights at the Independent with my groovy burner friends - drunk city
2. friday -woke up a The Stoop, hitched a ride with Danny to work. almost missed the bus to our company offsite.. where i drank at least a million beers but could never quite get my drunk back to roaring. we went out for drinks after that (roarin'!), i showed everyone i work with my ass tattoo. not all at once, but one at a time. then i headed BACK to The Stoop where burning man junk was moved, i had to cover one eye to see the TV. sleep
3. saturday - woke up at The Stoop AGAIN, groupie status. hopped in the bruiser and cruised to Saint Leander. rested my bones for a while then threw on my favorite onesie splashed on a little paint and headed to The Cruz. we checked out the decom and then went and saw Sleep Sun. they played next door to a Hell's Angel's halloween party. i didn't know they were Angels, i made some friends ;)
4. sunday - up at 8am after drinking jameson till 1am. jumped back in the bruise and cruised back to Saint Leander then hopped on bart and caught a shutlle to the Treasure Island Festival. holler. we stayed for the whole God Damned thing. then cruised back to The Cruz with a trippin' hippie in the back seat. sleep city.
5. monday - had it off, thank God. i drove back to Saint Leander and chilled. That Boy came over and we had ourselves a time. a stinky sweaty butt - lovin' time hardy har har.

longest weekend ever. drunkest weekend ever. coldest rockinest kick assinest weekend ever.

Monday

8.

Sleepy Sun



i love them - obsessed
i stole these pics from myspace
look at them, hear them, love and touch them

go see them at the Treasure Island Festival