x posted everywhere. this is my new favorite photo. {credit: jiscilla.com)

un-party in your bedroom.

true story: i did karaoke last night for the first time ever. EVER.

obvs it was no doubt's "just a girl" with parker and the phrase "skank it out" was yelled at one point. (oh we did, we did)

texts all over the place. some good, some bad, some that just needed to be said. a few you (all) don't know about.

my little always gets it. everything. lifer for real. i can never put into words how luckly i am that she exsists in my life.

i like parker's blog better than mine.

you can hate on cobra all you want, but i think this video is actually really really hysterical.

i dont think i'm allowed to talk about you any more. my little still gets it.

only one of these things is untrue.

a) a seal bit off my right hand, leaving me with this lump stump

b) my blackberry has become permanently attached to my hand, making it impossible to fit through hoodie arms

c) i'm wearing 2 different color flip flops

d) you should never dance in the elevator

whenever i get too busy or lazy to blog i start get really bummed out and feel like my life is in ruins…

ok that’s an exaggeration but it's still total bummer. i was also totally bumming on my lack of halloween costume until i came up with the most GENIUS idea EV-ER. seriously i crack myself up. i can’t wait to post pictures. the skillman ave crew is throwing a cocktail party on friday night and this girl is fully excited to see what everyone else comes up with.

im currently listening to the new cobra album. a few tracks are pretty rad actually. “the city is at war” is a pretty legit dance jam, i’m not going to lie about it. i’m going to recommend you buy this record, but not for gabe, buy it only for sarti’s growing peptic ulcer. that shit's gonna kill him.

you should add "internpartysystem"’s blog and be their friend on myspace. they’re going to keep you updated on the stolen transmission bands, and all the crazy happs at the offices. oh! an! they are the cutest things ever. trust.

CMJ was fully crazy, but still x100 tamer than last year. rebel had a pretty rad party on wednesday night. proof of the fun starts here:

i need to get back on my health kick. i’m starting to feel gross again and i hate it.

speaking of health kicks, i’m excited of the prospect of bonnie jane coming to visit nyc as some point. (and me going to the west coast to meet her peeps) i feel like this is a totally new city for us both. the two of us stepping out on the town together would feel really, really rad. (sidenote: i was going to start this thing where i wrote about my relationships with each one of my friend like once a month. sort of like what I did for Lauren. but I started writing about bonnie and it got way too intense and a) wasn’t cohesive and b) was too personal to post on the interwebernetz. maybe someday it’ll be right.)

you are kind of a snooze fest but at least you’re a different you.

im so tired i think my brain stopped officially functioning. my blackberry, on the other hand, did not get charged last night and it's battery is still hanging on for dear life. that's amazing. how did i ever deal with that stupid sidekick thing? jeez.

Tuesdays.

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i haven't had time to blog for real today but i need to say:

KELLS FOR THE WIN!!!!!!!!

hearts forever.

"It felt right because I was there. I'm the definition of pop punk." - Sadaf Baig

Becca has annexed part of my apartment and made it her own country out of a matress. Another true story.

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i was handed this list of requests by a girl who was throwing a party at Angels and Kings last night. true story.

parker is my personal photog? typical, she documents my life better than i do.