Dr Metal and I left our bikes locked outside while we went to dinner at Contogna on Sunday night. Well, honestly, it was drinks at waterbar before, and dancing at LiPos after. ANYWAY the point is that when I got home I found...Bike Basket Trash! I am telling you this happens all the time and for some reason cracks me up.
Megan came over last week so I could paint her nails(jade with gold half moons...what??), and they look fucking awesome. Dudes, come over and I'll do yours, too. Dr Metal (my neighbor) will make us drinks. xoxo jf.
I started Saturday night at dinner drinking really fucking strong mojitos with Karla's parents. They were raelly [sic] fun to drink, then 'd hit a poclet [sic] of rum and realize where this was heading...
Karla and her mom sound the same when they are slurring, and we got along great. Also, now I have a place to stay whenever I am in Wisconsin!
This weekend was the Last Frisco Dicso [sic] Ever...for like the third time.
I came home with mud and glitter on my shoes, and a dude.