the hair
my mom was away, and – quite obviously, my dad is a terrible photographer. Pardon la mochila.
liz and rye, aka the loves of my life!
raybob and mertdog
katie and matt (by now, they have got this pose down to a science – I think I have another one somewhere on my hard drive almost exactly like it!)
tim and…………. I got nothin’
a wicked scary picture of ryan (notice the shadow looming ominously in the background!) I don’t know where his date is… hiding, most likely!
2 pimp 4 U
these are liz’s breasts with the bling bling catucci gave her for her birthday. He made it himself! (the necklace, not the out of this world cleavage… god! What I wouldn’t give…)
the after party was at catucci’s. no, he did not go to winter ball. yes, it was the same party as the week before, and the week before that, and the week before that…
this is where I parked.
I don’t know about you, but my house is entirely free of barbed wire.
it reads: keep this place clean. Um…. Good advice. Completely ignored, but good.
I can’t wait to see who will be the first to fall down these stairs. Apparently the urine jon found at the bottom of them was not actually urine, but… well… a beverage. I find it hard to believe though. I’m so happy I opted not to sleep over. In the morning the toilet was flooded with vomit and the sink didn’t work. Plus it was a warehouse, dudes. Fucking cold. And rye and I couldn’t even explore because dan’s father has the place completely wired with cameras everyyyyyywhere.
we played with the ouija board and i laughed at the expense of others.
my carousing companion forever – the always beautiful Madeleine
my mom came home today and my dad bought her the most beautiful roses and I couldn’t resist…