I'm moving to Portland, OR in September, so if you're a Portland-living person, say hi! New friends for a new city are much appreciated.
constantly reading / overzealous editor / chronic paparazzo / My Little Pony-in-training / lesbian / feminist / atheist
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DON'T GIVE NONE FUCKS.
1. It is hot as balls in this apartment.
2. My solution is to make my hair wet and then sit in front of the fan, which actually just results in homemade beach hair. Cool?
3. Pico might actually be a girl, so, there’s that.
gettin’ a new tattoo
gettin’ a new tattoo
gettin’ a new tattoo-ooo-ooo
This has been a song.
(by riley anne)
Papa & Pico: Beard Bonding Edition
Help me fill in the blanks!
- last day of work: August 25
- leave NY: August 27
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- arrive in Portland: September 15th-ish
(Also: somehow acquire kitten upon arrival.)
Advice on stops to make on my cross-country drive?
Post-graduation dinner: Queens Kickshaw in Astoria.
If the idea of gourmet grilled cheese sounds like heaven to you, this is the place.
I had the gouda grilled cheese on brioche with black bean hummus, guava jam and pickled jalapenos. Papa had the gruyere on rye with pickled and caramelized onions and a fantastic caraway & napa cabbage slaw. Mom had the great hill blue on cranberry-walnut bread with prune jam and fresh pears.
Mom and I drank craft beers and Papa had a blueberry shrub. (If you’ve never had a shrub, try one. You will be pleasantly surprised.)
This is one of those places you should visit before you die, it was possibly the best meal I’ve ever had in my entire life. And the atmosphere! Punk music and dim lighting and salvaged wood and lovely.
Graduation!
(crossing the stage!) (Chrissy and me with Kathy)
(me & Papa) (my lovely dress) (me & Mom)
(Ben, Rosanna, Melanie & me) (people dancing on chairs to I Will Survive)
The day before graduation, my parents and I went to The Cloisters. We take a lot of photos of each other taking photos, as you can see.
(the one where I am photographing was taken by my father, the one where I am pretending to be a tree was taken by my mother)
I’m watching Heroes, which means I’m thinking about how I should probably just marry Hayden Panettiere, which means Brosheen asked me about the wedding, which means we had to talk about her MoH dress, which, well…
Picocuddletime and a lovely bouquet from my parents.
significant music of the last four years:
- Kitty Pryde (because internet and that Yeastie Girlz shirt)
- Call Me Maybe (because internet & hilarious music video)
- Kreayshawn (because internet and swagged ovaries)
- Halo (because Alex drunk at 5am)
- Yeasayer (because beautiful Detroit nights)
- Bloody Beetroots (because bones intoxication times)
- Kids (because dancing, because intoxication)
- Jar of Hearts (because that time Rachel & I dropped our homework at 5am, mesmerized by the gorgeous video)
- Sleigh Bells (because beautiful Detroit nights)
- Tightrope (because dancing)
- Menya’s version of White Houses (because dancing, because friendship)
- Put Your Hands Up For Detroit (because dancing, because intoxication)
- Because The Night (because freshman year)
- Heads Will Roll (because… just because.)
- Gaga (because Gaga)
The other night he curled up to sleep and tucked his paw in my hand, and was peacefully snoozin’ holding my hand for a good half hour at least. It was so adorable.
(I know he’s hard to see but I swear, that dark blob is Pico and his paw is the tiny dark blob between my thumb and fingers.)
Opening the store in the morning. Four alarms for maximum preparedness. Especially the peeing one.
This is mostly @thesluttypumpkin ‘s award but I get to feel a little proud because I did run the indy for the first half of the year, so. (Taken with instagram)
Meepers the meerkat (Taken with instagram)
