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 The things is, Birds, when life gives you flamingos, you feed them shrimp . . . And when life serves you a healthy helping of young people, both foreign and domestic- and you happen to live in Southern California, you head to Vegas for New Year’s Eve and promptly get them drunk. Because just as the all-shrimp-diet keeps our fellow avian friends pink, alcohol generally propels the best parts of us- the youthful, [...] Birds, quite a bit has happened since I wrote the last post. Many a road trip has slaked my wanderlust and many a shit-shows have confounded my imagination. So much to tell you, but I have so. little. energy. (I went from LA -> Palm Springs -> Twentynine Palms -> LA -> Twentynine Palms -> San Clemente -> LA -> Vegas -> San Clemente -> San Diego -> FINALLY [...] Birds, Birds, Birds, the rumors are true. I am ever-more becoming one of those crunchy-granola people I mock so ceaselessly. Hypocritical much? Yesssss. What with my days of hot-yoga and trying to eat healthy, organic, and of course, because I am a gluten-free brat, all things generally devoid of that pain-inducing protein, you’d think I was back in Brooklyn or had moved to the Bay Area. Alas, I am not back in New York [...] Back Down The Mountain, originally uploaded by jacqueline.fonte. PS. I really need some wilderness in my life. My vase doesn’t hold flowers. It holds my spare change. LOL. Must get my mountain on soon. Must convince Nohea to come with me. Little Boys On A Mountain With Candy In Hand, originally uploaded by jacqueline.fonte. My bestfriend, yeah, the one who stole my boyfriend, Crazy Willy, from me, is graduating from college. She inspires me to do a lot of things, like eat incessantly, up my tramp-y-ness quotient exponentially, decorate with doilies, (insert other rad things here). She is pretty awesome, and I’m really proud of her. Tomorrow will be short on posting, [...] crazy willy, originally uploaded by jacqueline.fonte. I caught Craaaaaazy Willy in the act with Nohea. No shame. That two-timing bastard!
I like to make my friends dress up like trainwrecks monkeys. I like to get them sloppy merry, happy drunk and take advantage of them, Pretty Birds. I fatten them up with French Fries (don’t forget the Grey Poupon!) and clove cigarettes cigars. I like to make them crawl the pubs; I like to laugh when they motorboat a stranger’s breasts as we linger outside, closing time long gone [...]
Horns and friends and twins and bad bitches forever. And ever. “Feelin’ Good” – Nina Simone
Pretty Birds, I’m back from Big Bear (more on those shenanigans later), and last night was Tuesday . . . Taco Tuesday. Now, I’m not sure why New York City hasn’t quite caught on to Taco Tuesday, but let’s just say I’ve totalllly missed it. For those of you in New York wondering what the heck Taco Tuesday is . . . It’s basically a sweet amalgamation of [...] |
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