332.

guess what i was

so? we went to hipster party on friday night and nobody loved me. i'm un-loveable. 
dead. ear raped. baby. thank god in real life im alive, and i big kid.

35.

halloween - it happened without me

so, i passed out at midnight on saturday night. yeah? so what.
i celebrate Halloween year round. fuck staying awake. parties are for losers.
just kidding. i wish i had a redo button. cuz i'd redo that shit.
i did have an amazing time friday night. i tripped on my balls and dance my ass off to Sleepy Sun
i stood right up in the front row, with my five inchers on. i just stared in awe and loved and loved.
ju and con and myself tripped around the city, got more drunk than drunk, it was great.
we woke up at 8 IN THE MORNING on saturday. bused to bart to blunt to home
got changed, then headed back to sf for a party party.
partied. drunked and partied. then sleep in jodie's bed. jodie was NOT happy.
woke up sunday to party in her room. party party.
rode a white horse, dyed some hair ate a burrito.. back to Saint Leander
where i woke up naked in my bed.

life i love you... all is groovy.

you know why my Alex Delarge costume was the shit - and everyone else's was poo?
the COD piece. yes sir. i shoved a sock in my crotch and rocked the fuck outta it.
also, i was ugly and scary and mean. booyah granma.
so, i only have these crap-ass pictures cuz, hello! told you, i passed out.
what you can't see is my awesome suspender action.
they were broken and could adjust sizes, so i worked magic.
i'm a magic worker.

32.

Halloween Queen, stinky bean

guess what movie i watched last night. bet you can't

back to the costume deal. i dress up practically every other night, and mostly as a thing. if you haven't noticed.
so it should go without saying that i have been alex more than once.
i've been slutty girl alex, future no eyebrow alex, electric raver alex
(a tiny taste of a few alex tributes)
this year, oh THIS year. i am going to be coked out of my mind, ultra violent, regular old alex
ladies lock your doors, fellas hide your whores.

i've got the hat, the eyelashes the boots, the pants....

all i need is a shirt... with an eyeball on the sleeve.. a detail i never noticed before.
oh.
that, and a cane.. a glass of milk and nose fulla blow.
oh crap this blows. fucking dress up dude.

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.