This photograph was brought to you by Dayquil, Nyquil, Xanax, too much liquor, stolen beer, flirting in Spanish, The Torch of King Smartypants and lipstick so strange it made lovely girls look bad. I’m going back to bed now.
[This is in response to Malingering's Dear Bus: I Quit post.] I moved to Los Angeles four and a half years ago and don’t know how to drive. I’m on the bus for at least three hours every week day, and I think I’ve just grown used to it (my commute in London was a [...]
Dead Meadow were back at Little Radio, playing under giant sparkly snowflakes with fake snow underfoot that made for lots of slipping and slide-y dancing. Baby Girl Garcia and the Countess wore very possibly the smallest outfits ever seen in December. That’s how it goes in SoCal, kiddoes.
Flickr has a new stats feature that reveals the popular search terms that lead to my pictures. They’re joyous. Who knew I was the go-to girl for “santa clara manicure parties” and “christmas tinsel“? I mean, “vampire girls blue eyes“, “nepenthe at big sur“, “naughty bodies” and “photos of smart girls” are a given, but [...]
We went out last night in Angelino Heights. Coyotes stalked us; the fancy houses twinkled with Christmas lights. Before I knew what “Oso” meant in English, I had already nicknamed him Медвежонок. (He’s the limit of my trilingualism.)
[You haven't lived until you've had it rehearsed in your living room.]
This photograph was taken by Sally Fay Dalton, using a Polaroid camera that we found attached to a pair of handcuffs. We came across the handcuff-cam when we were forced to clear the blue room of a former housemate’s belongings after he disappeared without paying rent. Well, he left fake cheques to pay for rent, [...]
Dewar’s reminded us to celebrate the anniversary of Repeal Day yesterday — a strange party choice for a new non-drinker, perhaps, but the 1930s dress code was too enticing to pass up. Baby Girl let me taste all her cocktails, and Baby Dalton lent me a dollar to tip for my soda. They were the [...]
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