High School Mom & Dad
1977

High School Girlfriend
1997

High School Sister

I read, remembered, and smiled so much tonight. It’s funny (and cool) what you find late @ night, hidden in the pages of old books you thought got thrown out long ago. Also funny (and weird) how much my highschool sweetheart looked so much like my dad’s highschool sweetheart, and also kinda interesting how much my little sister looked like me when she was in highschool.

It’s been a productive day up in here up in here!

Between last minute laundry, cleaning out my cupboards for the exterminator (long story), reprogramming my DVR system, customizing a hefty iTunes playlist powerful enough to last me through any lulls in London, reorganizing all of my closets and cabinets, binding up stacks of outdated magazines, and making a quick Target run, I’ve also spent most of the morning trying to track down a retailer in Manhattan that has the iPod Shuffle in stock, to no avail. I try to take comfort in knowing that these marvelous little shits are so damn pointless to have — they only hold like, 200 songs! Who the hell has a playlist that short? Shit, I don’t even want to know a person with such limited musical intake. Still, it’s only $99 and hot and miniature and I must own it. The fact that I can’t find one only makes me want one more, it’s total stalker logic. “I’m getting resistance — that means I’m supposed to make it mine!” I be knowing way too much about stalkers these days, ya’ll…

Speaking of hot and miniature, I took Mo to the pet groomers today and got him all cleaned and cutsied up cuz we’ve been invited to some Puppy Party @ the W in Union Square tonight, hosted by PAPER magazine. It’s an actual party for puppies. Only in New York, man. I was actually at a PAPER party the other night @ Select and I swear, the entire staff is literal New York Sophistication in motion. Too damn cool. Anyway, I had to fight the urge to buy this teacup yorkie from the groomers. She’s only 2 months old so damn cheap for a female of that pedigree! Everyone thinks it’s insane of me to get a 2nd dog cuz I’m hardly ever home, but I actually think that’s a perfect reason to get a 2nd one, so Mo will have a playmate. Of course, this means double the poop, double the barking, and double the chewed up little edges of everything in this apartment… Hmm, I’ll have to rethink this. While I’m doing that, maybe the MTA will come up with a way to fix the fucking A train service. I think it’s scary that one homeless man goes arson-crazy on the tracks one afternoon and now the entire underground city of New York is undone. All the farehikes, layoffs, and budget-crying the MTA does and they’re that unprepared? It’s crazy.

In other news, Amanda Lepore offically scares me now.

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SpriteboyWorld, visually summarized via Google Montage
(nope. still not bored with pictures of myself yet.)