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JRICH$$ done come to town

i was in santa cruz this weekend, a good'd twas. i got to see dani and jesse cash money and rosie AND audrey and kelsey. i had so much god damned fun i can't contain it. something about being with a bunch of girls.. beautiful funny girls. it's so GUHD. here are some photos you can look at while you think about that well written statement.

protocol says we take at least 3 hours to get ready, and drink something heavy while doing so. we did it, did it good. then went somewhere to someone's house for cocktails. audrey did yoga with her pants off, i swooned. then we buzzed off to 515. name drop, brother fucker. there i met a boy named conor. he asked if he could draw me (say that 'gin?) so he did, then i made out with him. then i allegedly invited him and a Nosferatu looking butt plug of a guitar player over. i don't think i did.. but as i had been a drinkin for the first time in two whole weeks i don't put it past me. in fact, i put it close to me. i'm putting it right in my lap. petting it, I AM. 

this is ben, aud's boyfriend. he is a gem of a man and someone i really and truly look up to and admire. he has more magic cards than my head has marbles. he drew me too, and that's his cat meek mouse. quite literally the best cat that ever lived. he plays fetch and is obsessed with paper. 

... and my butt.

on a somber but not sober note. the weekend also included a memorial for a supremely beautiful being, clare wedding. i barely even knew her, but i learned a lot about her this weekend. watching her friends mourn her, seeing the looks of anguish on their faces while they remembered her more than just broke my heart. it fucking crushed me. i can't even begin to image how it would feel to lose someone so close to me. if julian or dan were to leave me behind, it would be utterly unbearable. so, i guess.. wear your seat belt. sleep on your side when ya get drunk and for the love of all that is lovely have a good fucking time while you can.

rest peacefully, clare.