whelp. it was my third bay to breakers and it doesn't seem to change. nakeys everywhere, incredible costumes and a drunken debauchery. becks and the shan dressed up and i laid low.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
this space is for my:
passions.
fears.
experiences.
dreams.
photos.
opinions.
thoughts.
amusement.
some friends of mine:
music i love:
favorite films:
amelie.
crash.
everything is illuminated.
garden state.
good will hunting.
juno.
little miss sunshine.
once.
seven.
stranger than fiction.
it's me.
the rest is history:
-
▼
2009
(291)
-
▼
May
(27)
- i need new struts. and i'm rich.
- a fantastic graduation gift.
- understanding dementia behavior, part ten.
- before i stuck a screwdriver in my finger.
- my left index finger + a mini screwdriver.
- congratulations on your masters degree.
- my degree just became a little more real.
- the black cloud has left san diego.
- gone sharking.
- attention attention, california voters.
- b2b, year three.
- twentyseven candles.
- "oh! today must be bay to breakers?"
- the birthday eve extravaganza.
- you know you're turning into a nerd when...
- vip's at the zoo.
- understanding dementia behavior, part nine.
- his answer was yes.
- sandwiched by jessicas.
- tacky eighties prom.
- no one ACTUALLY cares.
- the anecdote.
- thankful for my ears.
- friends with jesuits, sort of rhymes with friends ...
- my parents were such hippies.
- the alzheimer's project.
- understanding dementia behavior, part eight.
-
▼
May
(27)
1 comment:
whoa weird, I thought becky was corinne p.
Post a Comment