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just sayin.

how i spent my friday night.

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oh. hai.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARKER!! <3

"someone in california shares my soul" - apparently they don't make that on a t-shirt. i looked.

i'm sorry i get mad at you in my head for no reason. i'm sure you'd fix it if you knew.

it's Jonah's birthday today. he's 600 years old and i'm 4. luckily we can share diapars.

i have a crush on a serial killer. oddly typical, right?

google is 9 years old today. which means there are kids in 4th grade who have never known a world without the worlds best search engine. that blows my mind.

i'm redonks jelz of Perry's new gold blackberry. do want. do want.

another fitting t-shirt slogan. "i covet"

BE HERE!!

it's going to be retarded fun. do not miss. jeff is guest djing and i'm sure he going to play amazing jams. (ps: isn't this the flier SO pretty?!)

dear lurker,

stop googling "firstxcrush" and finding my blog.

love erica.

hello kitty!

(i only update my blog so that Parker can already know everything new before i get home. we never talk in real life, it's only blog communication.) half kidding.

RIP: a lot of things

cat piss couch: you served me and my many house guests well. you traveled with me through 2 states, snuggled me while i napped and provided a wonderful stage for the casey and mom show. for that i thank you. i find it very fitting that your ultimate demise was, what else, piss.

jessica’s hiplog: a lurkers wet dream! 1 part wit, 2 parts stealth, 4 parts swoonage, 9 parts fun. (is that a whole?) your on-the-go posting style was perfect for parkers new jet-set life style. you have documented the last 7 months of our lives with perfection, bravo hiplog, bravo.

my perfume: i have held on to my scent through some rough times. rarely admitting who made it, as it’s creator continued to make bad decision after bad decision. i tried to quit you numerous times, your kooky bottle repulsed me, but i always drawn to your light refreshing scent. good bye, britney spears perfume, it’s time to grow up. my last bottle is finally empty and i have replaced you with marc jacobs. still with a hit of trainwreck...

the gold ipod: you, my dear friend, have stuck by me for almost 5 years. i killed you once before when the cuter, sleeker black nano came into my life, but you were there for me again this summer when i needed you most. your poor little battery chugged on, barely make it through my commute to work but you never complained. i have upgraded again this time to a 80g ipod classic, but i will keep you close know that you are just fresh paint job away from serving me again.



lets take a moment of silence please.

she's obvs MY little.

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