Remember Me?

SORRY IVE BEEN PLAYING OBLIVION AND SKYRIM AND WATCHING DOWNTON ABBEY AND WORKING A LOT.
AND MAYBE IVE ALSO BEEN HIDING HERE.





BYE FOR NOW!

To All Of You, I Love To Death

Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all my friends I love so much, to all my friends so very far away. I am dizzy with happiness when I think of you.

I hope this video brings you tears of joy as it always does for me.




TO THE FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Radiant Damage

Fashin

Ive gone fashin but only in my brain unfortunately not in real life as I adoooore fashin I just looooooooooove it absolutely.



But soon enough lots of sharing will happen soon.





I LOVE YOU CALL ME!

Touchdown L'Oceanne

Travuegh, Scraper and Camp Dad and I went to La Push the other day, the other day being a few weeks ago. And while we camped the ocean, so did Kurt, a few hundred thousand miles away. I think it was the closest we got since he left.

ANYHEWDLES It was my first time camping right on the dingdongdang ocean! The Pacific Ocean and I totally got married and now Ill never separate from the great west coast. WEST SIIIDE F'LIFE !!! (unless I had the chance to live in London again, then we'll have to break up SORR!)

But first we visited a farm and ate their berries. They had really pretty pets.

















Scraper of course did his thing with the ladies.





And we left for our friend laocean.



And we got there and we were sooooooooooo eggcited.







Touchdown.



I think I did a pretty good job as Condo Ass President. Right?



My first beach fire!



There were so many wonderful THINGS







And a bomb diggety meal of polenta, fennel, potatoes YOM YOM.



The tide came in so we couldnt go exploring around the islands so we waited til morn and boy were we eggcite.







And my most favorites!!!





And Tarb was so eggcite to show me his new house.



And Camp Dad was eggcite for kites.



And Scraper was just loving life.



And just like that we left. One night only and it was well worth it.

Those boys are still talkin about those Twihard honeys.

Phantom Limb

I am experiencing an absurd feeling of abandonment. I know get over it big baby. I say abandonment because its exactly what it feels like when a close friend moves an impossible distance. And no I haven't fallen face flat onto my bed, sobbing hotly into my blankets, while my mom would stroke my hair, telling me "Youll see them again some day I promise." I haven't ran to their old house and sat on their porch, waited for them to come home. And I totally haven't saved a seat thinking they would be right back...





I never had a friend move away from me. I was the one who always moved. But now I know how it feels. And I dont like it.



The closest friend I had in Seattle moved to Japan. I KNOW HOW DARE HE. But nay, for only the best reason. To marry a girl he's been in love with for so many years. CHEERS/UKRAINE.





And though I am wildly excited for him and for her, HE IS NOT HERE. HE IS NOT HERE TO POINT AND MELT AT THE SIGHT OF TINY DOGS. HE IS NOT HERE TO PUT APPLES ON PIZZA. HE IS NOT HERE TO DANCE IN SILENCE. HE IS NOT HERE TO LAUGH AND SING. HE IS NOT HERE TO LOOK AT ME DISAPPROVINGLY FOR NOT PLAYING DRAGON QUEST FOR AT LEAST 300 HOURS OR TO PROUDLY GO TO A DQIX MEETUP AT A BEST BUY IN THE SUBURBS. HE IS NOT HERE TO FEEL AND TASTE LIFE'S MOST DISTURBINGLY STRANGE THINGS. HE IS NOT HERE WITH ME. HE IS NOT HERE WITH US.





To remind myself that we will never live in the same city again, I cannot stop my tear ducts from twitching. TOO BAD SO SAD. But I will never stop missing my friend. He will live here on this side of the world as my phantom limb. Ill still laugh when no one laughs with me. Ill still point even when no one points with me. Ill do that even when no one wants to do that with me, whatever that is.



He is life's amplifier and here, now, its too quiet. Ill still eggcite over lifes absurdities, but just not as loudly and proudly.



Im even eating chicken again and youre missing it.



And we're missing you as much as you miss this.

Hey Moon

Weird And Magical, I Can Dig It

Reno is the bomb diggety. Its only 2 hours from Sacramenthion and a tiny bit more from San Francisco. It makes me want to move to SF, like now. I mean, to have such jewels so close makes my eyeballs go backwards. I looooooooooooove Los Dorados (LOOK OUT L.SQUIDS, THEYRE RIGHT BEHIND YOU). But really. Even with their weird altitudes and even weirder locals, I loooove Reno. Its weird and magical and and and so quiet. Its weird. And I love it.
It was especially weird as it was T3's last journey together. Kurt moves to Yarpoon in less than a month. UGGAD I dont want to talk about it right now.

Come walk with me now.

Here we are not even an hour into the trip on a taco bore ee toe break right by my house.
Also please note, no. 05 Jurassic Park moped.



We drove thru a ghost town for a tiny bit.



Then eventually got to bright and sunny Weed, Ca.
Im convinced that its near impossible to find a good meal off I-5.



The drive down was beautiful and long. At times it seemed longer than the drive down to Malibu but I think we were just too eggcite to get there.



We drove past a dirt bike off roady racey thing that looked really neat and cowboy-like. We didnt have time to stop. Very unfortunate.



Shortly after that we found Reno and it was soooooooooooooo neat and weird and awesome and tiny.
TINY TOWN TINY TOWN! The ride was short but sweet. I was the only girl in front BUT IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF GETTING LOST.



And I was like IVE NEVER BEEN HERE AND THEY WERE LIKE



Friends were reunited in friendly fashion, where wrestling was reserved for later times.





The next day, the day after Tarbus crashed, was Saturday. And on Saturdays we go for nice rides.
But first. Preventative maintenance.





I HEAR IF YOU PUT A COIN INSIDE THE BEAR WILL TALK.



We rode to a near by park and made people stare at us. Unfortunately, no one in retards crashed.



We celebrated with ice creams.





And touching ourselves.



What a nice couple.



What nice couples.





Then I got sad because I couldnt rip this nugget off.



But this guy wasnt sad for me.



This is what Reno looks like.





Sup ho.



I dont remember what happened that night. There were robots and cocktails and smile gems and shitty hiphop CDs and and and I dont remember.

But the next day was Sunday, I can promise you that.
And for some, riding 19mph was just dandy.



And getting shy eating a banana was just ok too I guess.



And not knowing where you were was just fine ass well.



And riding with your best friends was just wonderful.



I rode with Troy in chase because I wanted to catch up on photos and widdle my stick.





Breakfast was at some weird place whatever I dont know. It was just nice to see everyone looking really shitty and spaced out. Oh, except those clean lookin Cuperteens. Hi boys.



But really. It was so nice to be with such fine fine faces.



















We gambled a bit but not too much. I won six bux on craps here.



Kurthulu won NOTHING!



We stayed late into Sunday night. With an easy breezy bbq at Troy/Lindsey/Jen's pretty house.



But 11pm came and it was time to go. We touched for the last time. And headed home.





OOOOH BUT NOT WITHOUT A T3 PICTORE PICTORE!!!!



And of course, the drive home was nice. Except when google told us to go far east then thru scary mountains with no signs that eventually led us to a LOG MUSEUM. A LOG MUSEUM.











Good job, tiny turd.




See you soon <3