But here’s my boyfriend, Josh, doing his thing at last year’s Blip Festival. Chip music — look it up. He’s totally a rock star.
Bit Shifter // Blip Festival 2007: The Videos from 2 Player Productions on Vimeo.
In the words of my mother, I never knew chip music could be so dangerous.
Or so I’ve heard.
Work quotes — proving once again that we have the emotional maturity of 8 year olds and the vocabulary of drunken sailors.
“First of all, I don’t wear pantyhose anymore.” -Chris
“I’ve done it quite a few times, I think you should know.” -Angie
“You guys are all whores.” -Flora
“It’s like comparing a homeless Eskimo to Jesus.” -Bryan
“I can’t help it if you’re a liar.” -Chris
“Turn that faggoty crap off.” -Angie
“All you have to do is say potty words and it makes me laugh.” -Flora
“I like anything that’s ‘licious.” -Michelle M.
“Chicks dig goofy haircuts.” -Josh
Jeff: “Are you just going to watch?” Flora: “If you’re going to do it funny, yes.”
“Nobody fucks with cake day!” -Brenton
“I had to get on my knees to win a pizza party.” -Michelle B
“I’ll take the beating in the end.” -Stacey
“I think potato chips are beautiful.” -Brenton
“I’m not only loaded, but I’m cocked.” -Suzanne N.
“My panties have been in a wad all week thanks to you.” -Flora
Keda: “Why are looking up that elf’s skirt?” Joel: “Because I’m not understanding what I’m seeing.”
“That’s a 7 out of 10 on the rape scale.” -Bryan
“I mostly go both ways.” -Brenton
“I’m backed up and very frustrated about it.” -Chris
“I have no problem decking an old man.” -Bryan
“I was molesting a monkey. It happens every day.” -Flora
“Size doesn’t matter as long as it’s large enough.” -Suzanne N.
Are making me dizzy, giddy, giggly, and fearless.
The Girls
Angie gets a pink streak
Grace & Keaton
Me
Me & Ronnie
The cookout
Me, JC & Ronnie
It’s been good …
The Pearl
Me & Jen shakin’ it
Me & Jen sexin’ it
The Ladies
Before
Me & Grandmother Fair
Fernandina Beach
Pool day
Boyton Brenton Bimbo Bumble, aka B Money, aka B
A boyfriend who can dance. Oh yes, it’s hot. Praise Jesus, hallelujah!
So the big cookout is tomorrow. I’m standing here and looking over everything — kind of panicking as I realize what I need and don’t yet have. But I will be the hostess with the mostess. Stay tuned for pix and ridiculous drink recipes…
I knew my sarcasm was more than just a charming personality trait. It is actually my “social hammer” — crucial to the survival of my species: Sarcasm Seen as Evolutionary Survival Skill
So all my high school teachers can suck it. And by “it” I mean my hammer.
I forgot what it was like to be surrounded by plants and flowers. I’ve missed the thick heat and night breezes. I forgot how much I love the vast, blue ocean. How much easier it is to fall asleep to crickets and frogs.
I couldn’t live here, but I can certainly visit.
So I’m heading to Jacksonville for a full 10 days on Sunday, to housesit at the beach and generally enjoy myself before grad school begins. Life in NY is good, but I’m ready for the beach…
Eventually, I’ll start blogging again in earnest. For now, my brain has taken a vacation. Which means I’m just a dance machine.
